16 – Guide Book

You glance around the corner to take another look at the tower. Though the ornamental bushes that surround the tower, you see the corner of a large air vent. You have used such vents before to get into many buildings you weren’t suppose to be in.

“Why don’t we sneak it though that vent?” you suggest, pointing out the vent near the front door.

Sasha takes a look herself. “It should be large enough for most of us to get into the building, but to get to the vent, we will need to walk past the guards. “ She tossles your hair. “Good eye, Svante!”

“If someone distracts the guards, then the others can enter the building,” Wanahton says.

“That’s a good idea, Wanahton. What do you have in mind for a distraction, while the three of us head though the vent?” Sasha says.

“You want me to provide the distraction?” Wanahton looks shocked by this. “I would have…”

“Yes, you. While it will be a tight fit, Sasha, Svante, and I can crawl into the building though the air vent. You are too large. Simple physics says that you should be the one to provide the distraction.” Owl says testily. He has his eyes closed against the brilliant light of the Sun.

Wanahton opens his mouth to say something, but then closes it. He turns about face and briskly walks away from the group in the opposite direction of the guards.

“Where is he going?” you ask Sasha.

“I don’t know. I wish he’d tell us what he was going to do before leaving.” Sasha sighs.

After a few minutes pass, you see Wanahton approach the guards. “Look!” you wave the others over.

Wanahton walks up to the guards, looking confused with a book of some sort in his hands.

“Oh no! What does he think he is doing?! He doesn’t speak Spirit Speech. “ Sasha covers her eyes, unable to watch.

“Canal?” he asks the guards hopefully in heavily accented Spirit Speech.

The two guards look at each other. “Do we look like a canal? Get the fuck away from here.”

“Canal?” Wahanton asks again, this time pointing at his book. It looks to be a Yu-Shan Guide book.

The two guards look at each other. “Do you want me to bite him?” the Hookah smoking guard nonchalantly inquires.

“No. Maybe if we can figure out what he wants, he’ll go away. “ the other guard stands up and walks towards Wanahton. “Hand over your map.” he says, clawed hand out.

“Now is our chance!” You and the other quickly cross the street and reach the air vent. Fortunately, whatever god maintains this building has not allowed the ivy to grow over the vent.

“No!” Wanahton pulls the guidebook away the guard’s hand. As he sees you making your way across the street, Wanahton starts yelling in a language you don’t understand.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to bite him?” the smoking guard asks again.

“Canal!” Wanahton yells in heavily accented, broken Spirit Speech. “Where canal!?”

Owl touches the lock and slowly opens the vent and scrambles inside the vent. Sasha is next, Owl helping her into the vent. You grab the vent cover from Sasha and crawl inside. You slowly and silently close the vent.

“The canal is two blocks that way, you idiot!” one of them points with pipe of his hooka.

“No! Canal! Where Canal!?” He makes a motion of rowing a boat.

“I think he is talking about the canal boats. “ you hear one of the guards say, as you crawl away.

The air intake is a tight fit, but fortunately not long. Eventually it leads to a large maintenance room, light by the glow of blue and green gauges. Owl sighs as they enter the dimly light room.

“The note didn’t include a room number, so we are going to need to find a way to narrow down our search.” Sasha thinks for a moment. “If this tower has sublevels, then that would be the best place to start.”

“If I was going to kidnap someone, I’d hide them in the upper floors. That way I’d have advanced warning if someone was coming,” Owl counters.

“We should check the sublevels first…”

“I’m going to go look for the exit out of the room,” you announce. You are feeling antsy and don’t want to listen to yet another discussion on what to do next.

As you walk past the various types of machinery that supplies essence and fresh air and water to the building, you also keep a look out for Nanny. If you were going to kidnap someone, you would keep them here. The maintenance room is larger than you think, but you keep searching.  The sharp pungent scent of the magitech machinery burns your nose.  You can barely hear the voices of Sasha and the Owl.

You finally reach the door at the end of the room, having not found Nanny. After listening for a moment, you hear nothing on the other side. You open the door and find yourself in a long hallway fill of identical apartments. This is only one floor of many in the tower. You feel despair at the realization that finding Nanny might take longer than you thought.

You are considering quizzing your pattern spider yet again for information, when you hear voices coming down the hallway. You quickly close the door and listen.

“You would think the city of gods would have better hospitality to strangers!” you hear Wanahton yell in Earthspeak. “I’m sure there is form somewhere I can fill out against you! Ow!” You hear Wanahton being smacked by the guard.

“If you don’t shut up, I’m going to bite you again. And you don’t want me to bite you again.” The guard says in Spirit speech. Of course, Wanahton continues to make a loud fuss as they walk past the door. You crack the door open just in time to see Wanahton being escorted by a guard covered with hookah water. They disappear around the corner.

You look back behind you to maintenance room. The maintenance room is so large you cannot see or hear Sasha or Owl from the door.

What do you do?

  • Follow them! There is no time to waste!
  • Go back and get the others. There is a chance you’ll lose them but you’ll need backup.
  • Other

((OOC: I figured out a pattern with the low number of responses on some posts. I don’t give you guys enough details to make a decision. Also, it seems like weekends are a low traffic time on the board. I might drop the Friday post and move the Wednesday Post to Thursday.

I tried to ramp up the details on this post. It’s a flaw in my writing that I am trying to fix. Thankfully, you guys are patient with me. ))

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15 – Memories

You follow the other two Sidereals on your way to see Owl.   You are excited.   They haven’t once mentioned that you need to run home and that…

“You sure we should be bringing the kid into this?”  Wahanton asks.   Well, so much for that.

“He has about as much experience being a Sidereal as you have, Wahanton,” Sasha retorts.

“Yes…but I have much more life experience than he does.”

“Wait, how long have you been a Sidereal?”  you ask Wahanton.

“About five months.  I only got here two months ago.  But I have seen five decades.  “  Wahanton smiles.  “You are an early bloomer.  I am a late bloomer.”

Five months seems to be a longer than your single month as a Sidereal.  But you have noticed that people’s idea of time gets skewed in Yu-Shan.

“You grew up in Creation.   That is why you don’t speak Spirit Speech.”  You realize.

“I grew up floating on Golden Leaf Canal.  I was born in my parent’s river boat.   I learned to swim before I could walk.    As a young man, I heard about the West and its endless seas.   I wanted to go see them for myself.  So I packed up my things and headed west.   It was there I met my wife.   “

“But the endless seas weren’t enough.  I had heard about the great ice ships of the north.   So I packed up my wife and my things and headed north.  Not only did I find the great ships of ice, but those that can sail on the air.   It was wonderful. “

“One day, my wife told me she was cold and wanted to move to some place warmer.   A wise man listens when his wife says such things, especially when she is carrying your child.  So we moved back to the rivers of my youth.  Our children played on the shores of the Silver River. “

“For a time I was content, but soon my feet got itchy again.   I wanted to travel again.  My wife was agreeable, as she and my mother did not get along well.  So we headed south, to the shores of the Inland Sea.   There we started a business ferrying goods to the Blessed Isle and back. ”

“It had been years since my wife had seen her family, so we headed back West.  We weren’t going to stay long.  Just a visit.”  His yellow eyes go distant as he reminisces.   “Our fleet got lost in an unmapped Wyld Zone.  I managed to navigate our way through it.   We lost a few boats along the way, but most of the fleet survived. When we reached Western Islands….  My family didn’t recognize me.   I was a stranger to them.”

“I wandered for a few months, then Elder Akachi found me.   Told me what I was and what we did.   Smooth talking bastard.  If I knew what I know now, I would not have followed him.”

“Do you really regret coming to Yu-Shan that much?” Sasha wonders.

Wahnton thinks for a moment.  “Some days? Yes.   But in the end, I would have still come.   The rest of you having been hiding in this beautiful city of gods for far too long.  You say that you are protecting the common man, but you have no idea how we live.  Mortal lives are just a matter of numbers to you.   “

“Do you miss your wife?” you ask. “And your kids?”  Does every Sidereal have to leave their family behind?

“All the time.  But that part of my life is now behind me.  It would be selfish of me to go back.   My wife needs more than a ghost for a husband.   We must go our separate ways.   “

Your group is silent as they enter the building and head towards the classroom.

“This isn’t a normal school, is it?   I don’t see any other classrooms.”  Wanahton notes.

“No.  Most Yu-Shan children are tutored by their parents or, in the case of young Sidereals, hired instructors, like Keeper.  After I exalted, Elder Akachi thought Svante needed more interaction with children his own age.  So he asked Keeper to teach a full class of students.  “

“Ah…  So a fake school.   “   Wanahton sounds disapproving, but doesn’t comment anymore on the school.  You never really thought about what a school would be like in Creation.   You make a mental note to ask Wanahton later.

You come upon the Owl just about to reenter the classroom after lunch.  He looks a bit ragged after the morning he’s had.   He stares down at Sasha, feathers ruffled.  “Bringing the boy back from your little field trip?  You could have asked me to take him instead driving the class into madness to distract me.  I know cursed astrology when I see it.  I expected better of you, Sasha.”

Meekly, Sasha says, “It was Elder Kejak’s idea.”

“Of course it was Kejak’s idea,” the Owl mumbles to himself.  “That man never does things in a straightforward matter.   Well,” the Owl continues in a normal tone of voice.  “Might as well keep him for the rest of the day.  I’m about to send this lot home.  Have their parents deal with them. “   He takes a closer look at the three of you.  “Unless there is something you need…”
“Someone kidnapped Nanny,” you reveal.   “Someone named Trailing Sorrows.”

The Owl goes still for a moment and then opens the classroom door.   “Out!  Go home!   And I expect a five page paper on the Four Virtues on my desk form each of you tomorrow!  No exceptions.  No excuses.  If I don’t get it, I’ll flunk the lot of you!”    You watch the students file out of the classroom in various states of dishevelment and injury.

In the now empty classroom, Sasha explains the story to Owl.   Owl, tapping the ransom note in his hand, asks you, “You have been remembering Rikali’s memories?”

You shrug.  “Only dreams every once in a while.  Sometimes I know things I couldn’t know, like with Trailing Sorrows.”

Owl turns away and starts pacing in front of the chalkboard.   He is clearly distressed by the whole situation.

“Am I missing something here?” Wanahton looks to Sasha, who shrugs.

“Rikali and Owl were…. Together.”  You explain.

“….Together.” Sasha repeats.  She pales when she realizes what this means and puts her face in her hands.

“That is awkward.” Wanahton states.  “You haven’t had any memories…”

“No!” you yell.   To be honest, you never really considered that possibility before.

“I asked Lytec what memories he left on Svante’s Exaltation last week, but he just laughed and walked away.”   The owl stops pacing and comes to you.  “Svante, if you ever have any… awkward memories…”

“Come talk to you?”  That would probably be the last thing you wanted to do.

“No!  Of course not!  Go to Akachi.   He’s a chosen of Venus, so he’d be the best one to explain… anything you might see.  It is bad enough I have to shepherd a child’s intellectual growth.  I rather not deal with the messy emotional development. “  He starts pacing again.  “I should have never let Akachi talk me into tutoring you lot.”

“Smooth talking bastard, Elder Akachi is.”   Wanahton agrees.

You desperately change the subject.   “Why did Trailing Sorrows take Nanny?  What does she want with me?  Is this about the Scroll?”

“The Scroll?  No, it can’t be about the scroll.    No one except me knows that Rikali took it.”

Sasha speaks up, “Keeper, if you and Rikali were…Together, it wouldn’t be too hard to figure out who you gave the scroll to.”

“Yes, but Rikali was a Sidereal.  And Trailing Sorrows is still affected by Arcane Fate.   There is no way she could connect Svante to Rikali to the scroll.   “

“Unless someone told her.  Maybe someone in the Bureau of Destiny is feeding her information.” Wanahton pulls out his pipe to light it again.  The Owl gives him a dirty look and Wanahton puts the pipe away.

“What is in the scroll anyways?  Why is it so important?” you ask Owl.

“This has nothing to do with that scroll!   Rikali was a Chosen of Secrets.  She was the keeper of many secrets, even from me.  It could be a thousand other things,”  Owl explains.

“You still didn’t answer my question!” you yell at Owl, frustrated at receiving yet another half answer.   “You just talked around it.  No one tells me anything!  How can I be a Chosen of Secrets if no one ever trusts me with any secrets?!”

“There are some things you are not yet ready…”

“You have to wait until you’re older.  I wouldn’t rush though childhood, Svante. “  You switch from imitating Akachi’s deep voice to the Owl’s high tenor.  “There are some things you aren’t yet ready to learn.  Everyone keeps holding me back and I am fucking sick of it.  I want to do…something!”

“Why would I think the Enlightenment of Exaltation change your essential nature?   You are still the impatient little brat you always were.   “ Owl snaps back.

“Hey!  This isn’t getting us any closer to finding Nanny!”  Sasha interrupts.   She turns to Owl.  “Where would Trailing Sorrows be hiding her?”

Owl calms himself down and thinks for a moment.   “She would want us to find her, as we would need to exchange the boy for Nanny.”   He goes to his desk and lock on the side drawer pops open at his touch.  He digs around for a moment and pulls out a brush.   He swipes the brush back and forth across the entire note.  An address appears near the bottom.

“That is not in a good part of Yu-Shan, “ Sasha states.

“Why would the goddess hide the address like that?” Wahanton asks.

“Why wouldn’t you conceal important information?” Owl is confused by Messanger’s question.

Wahanton rolls his eyes and mumbles something about gods.  “If that is bad part of town, we should find somewhere safe to put the boy.”

“No!  I’m coming with you!” you protest.

“We need to bring Svante with us.  He might remember something else from Rikali’s memories and….” The Owl sighs.  “He would just follow us in any case.”

“Just two guards?  This seems too easy”, Wahanton whispers, as they observe the building.   The guards milling outside the front door of the tower.

“How is this too easy?  We haven’t even gotten in yet!” Sasha replies

“We need a plan.  You have a plan for getting in and getting Nanny out, correct?” Owl says.   There is silent from the other two Sidereals.

What do you do?

  • Try to find a hidden way into the building
  • Take out the guards.
  • Pretend that you are here to drop you off and talk your way into the building
  • Other

OOC:  That is the longest one yet!   And that, my friends, is as far we are going to go into dealing with the Awkward Past Life memories.   Just far enough to make some jokes, but not far enough to become… too disturbing.

14 – Sister

Clinging precariously to the ledge, you watch the smoke from Wanahton’s pipe drift out the window.   You decide the best thing to do is to get down off the building and look for Owl.   After Akachi, you trust the Owl the most.  It was still lunch time, so maybe you can convince him to cancel the rest of classes and help you find Nanny.

Though, Sasha seems to care about Nanny.  How does she know Nanny?   You have never seen her before.   Maybe she knew her before you lived with Nanny?  But that didn’t make sense.   Sasha said she exalted three years ago.  As you consider this, you remember something Akachi said, “When you take your second breath, Arcane Fate is at its most powerful.  It completely wipes clean your existence from the Loom of Fate.”

You yelp as you lose your balance off of the ledge.  You realize who Sasha could be!   Wanahton leans back out of the window to see what made the noise.   Eye wide, he steadies you before you fall to your death.   He curses in a language you don’t recognize and then says in Earthtongue. “Get back inside, you stupid boy!  You’ll fall and kill yourself.   Just because you’re exalted doesn’t mean that you are invincible.”

You climb back into Nanny’s apartment, unsure if you are shaking from the near fatal fall or the realization that there was something missing.   That someone has been wiped clean from your memory.

Sasha rushes to see what is going on.  “Are you okay?  I was worried that whoever took Nanny took you too.”   She hugs herself, when she says this.  You look the girl over again.   Her face is not recognizable.   You have never seen her in your life.   Is this how it was like for Gina?  For Nanny?   Maybe you are wrong and this girl is nothing to you.

“Who are you?” you ask, in Spirit Speech.   “I know your name and that you are Sidereal, like I am.  But who are you to Nanny?”

“Nanny raised me.   Just like she did you.”

“But you said that you exalted only three years ago.  Does that mean….you are my sister?”  You always yearned to have an older sibling.  Someone to ask advice from.  Someone to protect you from bullies.   Someone to be your friend.

She smiles, “Well, we aren’t blood relatives.   But yes, I’m your sister.”   She slowly walks to you, not to startle you.   She takes your hand.  “I tried to visit after my exaltation, but you were just a kid.  You didn’t want anything to do with a girl you didn’t remember.   It was awkward and I was very busy with training.  So I stopped coming by.  “

You weren’t alone.  You had someone to help you find Nanny.   Someone who loves Nanny as much as you do.   Someone who understands what you are going through!   You spontaneously hug Sasha.  She gladly returns your embrace.  “I missed you so much, little brother.”  You can feel her tears dripping on your hair.

“I came here to talk to Nanny and someone took her!   Because of me.   “   You try to hold back from crying yourself.  You break away from Sasha, uncomfortable by the depth of your emotions.  You pull out the note out of your pocket and hand it to her.  Then you turn to look at one of the paintings still hanging on the wall, trying to calm down.  You are twelve years old.  Too old for crying.

Wanahton approaches, upon seeing the note.   He was hanging back to give the two of you space.   “What does it say?”

“It says that if we bring them the boy, then will return Nanny unharmed.”  Sasha switches back to Earthtongue.

“They could be talking about some other boy…” You and Sasha stare at Wanahton.  “I don’t think that is likely either, but it is something we should keep in mind.”   He paces for a moment.  “Let’s say that they are looking for Svante.  What would someone want with a twelve year old Oracle?”

“He’s young, so if say, the Lunars get a hold of him.  They could have a Sidereal help them.”

Wanahton scoffs at this.  “Unlikely.   He was raised here and has been indoctrinated against Lunars just as you have.   He would never work with them. “  He takes a puff of his pipe.  “What else?”

“He’s a chosen of Secrets.  “  She turns to you. “You haven’t been spying on anyone lately, have you?”

You pout a bit.  “Akachi has keep me hidden away in his lakehouse until yesterday.   I haven’t been able to do ANYTHING… until now.”  But you have an idea.   “Where is it? “ You start digging through your pockets.  “Here you are!”  You pull out a small emerald green pattern spider.   You put in on the kitchen counter and it slowly unfolds itself, as if just waking up.

“Is that a pattern spider?”   Wanahton says.  He comes over to take a closer look and pokes at it with his pipe.  The pattern spider curls its legs away from the Messenger’s pipe.

“Please don’t piss off the pattern spider,” Sasha says, exasperated.   “They don’t like being poked.”

You pick up the pattern spider and hold it up to your eyes.  “Spider, who wants to hurt me?”  A strand of fine silk drops from the ceiling and the spider climbs up and disappears.   A few seconds later, it returns.   “Warning:   Results will take two hours, twenty-three minutes, and forty-seven seconds to relay.  Do you wish to continue?”

“No…” You are dismayed at the number of enemies you have apparently accumulated.

“What did it say?” Wanahton asks.   He laughs after Sasha translates for him.   “We are Sidereals, kid.  Everything wants to kill us.  Everything that remembers us, that is.”  He takes a puff off of his pipe.  “Ask it something else.   Ask who took your Nanny?”

You relay Wanahton’s question.   The spider answers “No results found.“

“What?” you are starting to lose your patience.  “ You stupid spider.  What do you mean no results found!? Wait!  That wasn’t a real question!”  But the spider was already gone.

When the spider returns, it says “Results must be known to at least 100 creatures under the influence of the Loom of Fate.   Results must not be concealed or hidden by any means supernatural or otherwise. Results…”

“Okay.  Okay.  I get it!  You are useless, Spider.”  You throw the spider back down on the counter.

“Hey! Show some respect!”  Sasha thinks for a moment.  “A question 100 people know the answer to…”  She quickly picks up the note.   “Ask whose handwriting this is?”

The spider comes back.  “Trailing Sorrows”

“Who?   Ask it what department Trailing Sorrows works for? Svante?”  You don’t answer Sasha’s question because you already know the answer to it.

“She will leave you alone if the scroll leaves your domain” you, but not you, said to Owl long ago.

“She doesn’t work for any department.  Not anymore.   She was fired for insubordination.   But that was just an excuse.   The Department of Humanity just didn’t want to be responsible for her actions.”

“How do you know this Goddess, Svante?”

“I don’t know.  I remember Trailing Sorrows, but I know I never met her.  It’s all confusing.”

Wanahton curses again and Sasha sighs.   “You might have never met her, but your past incarnation must have.”

Wanahton puts down his pipe and dumps out the salt shaker on the counter.  He draws the sign of Mercury in the salt and meditates on the symbol for a while.

“I know where we need to go next.”  He says, brushing the salt off of the counter.

Where does Wanahton say you need to go next?

  • Go to Owl.  He must know something about what is going on
  • Go get the other Sidereals.   This might get bigger than the three of you and it would be nice to have backup.
  • Continue on your own.  Between the three of you, you got this!
  • Other

OOC:  Gold star for Kazorth for figuring out that Sasha is more than she seems.   😉

Also, Svante only has the Auspicious Prospects for Secrets.   Fortunately, Wanahton has Investigation favored, so he has Auspicious Prospects for Journeys.   (He is rather good at reading people).  Though I am unsure walking a few blocks away is considered a “Journey”, but since we are already playing fast and loose with the rules….

13 – Prior Warning

You shove the note in your pocket and head towards the door. With the experience of a hundred of past bedtime adventures, you quietly lock the door. You then head to your favorite hiding place in the living room – a large air intake. Upon opening the grate, you realize that you are now too tall to fit into it. Replacing the grate, you look up when you hear someone knock on the door. You quickly dash towards the kitchen window and carefully walk outside to hide on a small ledge lining the apartment building.

As you wait for whoever at the door to leave, you think back to when Akachi taught you the Prior Warning charm. The two of you were in a boat. His lakeside manse can be seen in the distance. You watch the sunlight reflect off of the water, as he paddled the two of you to the middle of the lake.

“Thinking deep thoughts?” he asked you.

You looked up from the water, “When I saved the caravan from the blood apes, I felt like I could do anything. Now… I feel like everything is hidden from me again.”
Akachi smiled, “When you took your second breath, you were experiencing a surge of Essence. Now that energy has dissipated. Eventually, as grow into your power, you will reach that same level again.”

“When I grow up?” you said in disgusted.

“It will take a bit longer than that for you to mature into your power. A hundred or so years.”

“A hundred years! That is a long time!”

“Not as long as you think. Don’t rush into adulthood, Svante.” Akachi adjusted his hat to block the sun from his eyes and settled down to take a nap.

“Akachi?”

“Hmmm?”

“Before I exalted, I felt a sense of…foreboding…. Like I knew the caravan was in danger. Will I still have that?”

The boat rocked a bit as the Joybringer sits up. He studied you for a long moment and then replied, “There is a charm you can learn that will provide you the same ability. It will give Prior Warning when you are in danger.”

“Do I have to wait one hundred years to learn it?”

Akachi shook his head, “No, though you will not be too thrilled with me after I teach it to you.” He took off his hat and set it aside. Then he looked you in the eye and asked, “Do you still want to learn?”

You nodded, excited. He explained the charm to you. It seems simple enough. You didn’t understand what all the fuss was about. “Is that it?”

“That’s it.” The sun started to set. The Unconquered Sun must have lost the lead in the games. “I was hoping that we’d have a few more hours of daylight. We should head back.” Akachi started to row back towards shore.

“How do I know the charm working?” You doubt you’ll run into anything dangerous in Yu Shan. Perhaps you can use this as an excuse to visit Creation.

“You’ll know.”

You watched the sun finish setting and the Maidens rise in the sky. “One of the Maidens are in the lead!” You said happily. “I wonder which one.” You hope ….

Suddenly, you realized that you are in danger. Here in Yu Shan? “Akachi?” you asked uncertain.

“I know,” You turned to look at him. He looked…guilty. Just before you could figure out what was going on, Akachi capsized the boat. You tumbled into the water. One side of the boat knocked you painfully in the shoulder. The Sky is dark, so you couldn’t tell which way is back to the surface. You randomly picked a direction and start swimming. The feeling of terror increased as you swim. You realize that the charm was still warning you that you were in danger. You must have been swimming in the wrong direction. You switched directions and the feeling of terror receded.

You broke the surface of the lake and saw Mars shining brightly in the sky. Akachi was in the process of righting the boat. You swam over to him and splashed him in the face.

“Why the fuck did you do that?” Akachi didn’t like it when you cursed, but you were so mad, you didn’t really care what he thought.

In the dim light, you could not see the expression on his face, but could hear the regret in his voice. “I did tell you that you wouldn’t be happy with me.”

“You could have warned me that you were going to do something,” you shouted.

“I didn’t need to. You warned yourself,“ Akachi said, as he helped you back into the boat.

Back in the present, you focus and activate Prior Warning. There is no sense of danger here. There another knock on the door. “Gatherer of Windborne Children?” Sasha says, using Nanny’s formal name. When there is no answer, you hear a scraping at the top of the door. You can hear the two Sidereals talking, but can’t really make out what they are saying. After a moment, the door pops open.

“Oh, gods. Nanny!” You hear Sasha run though the apartment, searching for her.

Wanahton walks calmly towards the window you just climbed out of and sits on the window still, facing the inside of the apartment. The man pulls out a long tobacco pipe and lights it. You hug the side of the building, trying to make yourself less noticeable.

What do you do?

  • Wait for the two Sidereals in the apartment to leave and Try to find Nanny on your own.
  • Reveal yourself and explain what is going on. Maybe they can help you find Nanny.
  • Try to get down off of the building (You are rather high up) and head back to the Owl for help. After Akachi and Nanny, you know him best.
  • Other

OOC: Quick Question- Did you want me to suggest charms to use in the options? Or did you guys want to come up with them on your own? Or fill in appropriate charms as needed for the scene?

12 – Spilled Tea

You carefully study this strange girl who is telling you to skip school.   She has short dark hair and fair skin. Her eyes are vivid violet.    You have never seen her before.   Should you go with her?

Akachi would not like it if you left school.  But then Akachi has babied you since your exaltation.   Frankly, you are sick of being coddled.  Anyways, if you don’t like where this girl is taking you, you can always run off.

“What’s your name?”

The girl looks startled that you asked for her name and then sheepish.  “I guess you wouldn’t know my name.  I’m Sasha.”  She holds out her hand.  You grab it and Sasha helps you out of the window.   The two of you briskly walk away from the building.

Once you are far enough away, you ask. “Did you cast Astrology to make the class act bad?”

“Me?  Oh no.   That requires a gentler touch than I have.   If I did it, it would either have no effect or the whole class would be killing each other.  Elder Kejak did the Astrological working this morning, after Elder Akachi left for Creation.  We have been waiting weeks to meet you, but Elder Akachi has been keeping you all to himself.  “

You nod in understanding.  Today was the first day, Akachi let you go anywhere.  Unfortunately, that anywhere was school.  “How long have you been a Sidereal?”

“I took my second breath about three years ago.”

Akachi counts his age in centuries.  He probably doesn’t even remember his family.   “How…” you change what you are going to say.  “Do you miss your family?”

Sasha looks at you sadly.   “Everyday.”  She suddenly stops walking.  “Speaking of family, there is something I want to tell you.  Before we meet the others.  We…”

“Gods!  It took you long enough to get him out.  I thought you said you knew the teacher god well!”  someone says in Earthtongue.  A yellow-eyed man walks up.   The bronze skinned man towers over the two of you.

Sasha looks annoyed at the interruption.   “Wanahton…” she says in exasperation.

“What did I do this time?”  Confused, he runs a hand though his short salt and pepper hair.

“Go away.  I need to tell Svante something.”

“What?  We don’t have time!   Tell him later!”

“I’ll tell him now if I want to.  Go on ahead and tell Elder Kejak we will be there soon.”

“Or we can go at the same time.  Then there is no need to explain anything to Elder Kejak.”

As the two Sidereals argue, you realize that now would be a good time to sneak away to see Nanny.  If Elder Kejak was anything like Akachi, then your opportunities to sneak off would be limited.   You quickly walk off and lose yourself in the crowd.   You can still hear the two Sidereals argue as you turn the corner.

One of the your old neighbors loos at you in confusion as you walk up the familiar staircase to your… Nanny’s apartment.  Even though Akachi told you that there was no way Nanny would remember you, you still had a small hope that she would.    She was Nanny and she loves you.  Why wouldn’t she remember you?

You hesitate before you knock on the door, wiping your sweaty hands on your pant leg.  What if she didn’t recognize you?  Why would some random boy be knocking at her door? You can introduce yourself as Kamon, you decide.   Say that you are lost.    Troublesome children are part of Nanny’s domain as a goddess.   Perhaps she will make those cookies you like so much.

The door swings open slightly when you knock on it.  “Hello?” you call out.   Surprised the door was unlatched, you push the door open more to look inside.   The small table in front hallway has been over turned.  The bowl that was on the table lays shattered on the floor.

You rush inside and see that Nanny’s once tidy apartment is now a mess.   The dining room table has been over turned.   You can smell the tea that has been split all over the kitchen floor.   You check each room frantically calling for Nanny.  No one is in the apartment.

You look around for clues.   The tea on the floor has mostly dried.   So Nanny has been gone for a few hours.    You look up and notice a note stabbed to the wall by a knife.  You didn’t notice it at first because it was adult height.   You stand up on a chair and pull the knife out of the wall.  Unfolding the note, it has a short message on it.

“Bring us the boy and the goddess will be returned unharmed.”

You hear footsteps coming up the stairs.

What do you do?

  • Poke your head out the door to see who is coming up stairs
  • Leave the apartment though the fire escape
  • Close and lock the door and listen to see who is coming up the stairs.
  • Other

OOC:  Enough of the slice of life stuff.  Let’s get this plot going!   I’m still trying to figure out what makes an interesting choice.    Hopefully, you guys will bear with me.  🙂

((Svante did use to live here. He knows ALL the good hiding places. Now if he could still fit in them is a different question. He is a growing boy.))

((I’m reconning that the language that is spoken on the Blessed Isle is called Earthtongue (which is one of the two languages that Svante knows). This is the Shogunate, so High Realm and Low Realm don’t really exist as terms yet. Though the term “Old Realm” was used in the First Age, according to Dreams of the First Age. ))