Possession Event

[lucetimods]

Who: People in Luceti
What: Spiritual possession
When: The 26th to the 1st
Where: Luceti!
Summary: Check out the previous mod post.
Rating: If it gets smutty, move it somewhere private.


Starting at midnight on the 26th, Luceti and its inhabitants will find itself the focus of the Filial spirits, usually quiet and reclusive, now stepping out to deal with one of their own.

As promised, here is some additional information to help figure out how to play around with the spirits and interacting with similarly possessed people.

First off, each spirit has a certain time or place when they are at their most powerful. Consequently, characters possessed by them will enjoy these boosts and this in itself can be a deciding factor in what would otherwise be a stalemate. Here’s a quick run down:

Sona - She’s most powerful around lakes, rivers, and the ocean. Mostly this is concentrated at the southern lake.

Kipinn - He’s most powerful in high places, like mountain tops and the roofs of community buildings.

Faeren - She’s most powerful in the farmlands alongside things that grow.

Tsinku - He’s most powerful in the village itself, where technology thrives.

Eferin - He’s most powerful in the center of the forest where his heat may cause trees to burn. In fact, the upcoming forest fire may cause some trouble if his followers get too rowdy.

Hyt - It’s most powerful during the daytime under a bright sky.

Twila - It’s most powerful during the night time.

Nala- She has no domain and is generally welcome wherever she goes.

How possessed characters will deal with other possessed characters will depend on the interactions of the spirits themselves. A useful spreadsheet sums up these relationships. Those that have a friendly attitude to one another will generally allow ‘trespassers’ into their domain, but those they are not so friendly with may cause conflict.

Finally, to elaborate on Twila-possessed characters. Those with a natural affinity for darkness are likely to be possessed first. Once they have, they can try to recruit others less-compatible candidates to ‘join the cause’. Their goal is numbers. The more who are working with Twila, the better. Once they do, they’ll be inclined to act in their own self interest and if necessary, deal with others who try to get in their way. In the long term, the spirit Twila wants to stay this way, bonded to the Lucetians as hybrids, that way it cannot be imprisoned again. Think of it as pure survival instinct of an animal that’s spent way too long in a cage.

All isn’t lost. The other spirits may not be able to cage it again, but they won’t accept Twila reacting in this manner. Though it’s hard to tell what their beef with Twila is, they have an instinctive familiarity with the dark spirit and seem to act as its jail keepers.

They have the power to free people from Twila, but given their poor communication skills, figuring that out might just be a challenge. After all, the spirits can only communicate in shades of feeling and intentions, but not actually verbalize directions or marching orders. However, there will be a Malnosso post mid-event that will give everyone, possessed or otherwise, the info they need to turn things around.

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some day later in the week

[aerialassault]

[The madness of the current Shift set Cliff out and about the village to check on familiar faces and the people that he was starting to think of as friends. Although their wings had grown ten times their original size and they had grown far more powerful overnight, a part of Cliff still wanted to make sure that his people were safe-- even if they could take care of themselves. He wouldn't count them among his friends if they couldn't hack it, but he had to check on them regardless.

It was for his own peace of mind.

However, the circumstances themselves were so absurd that he had to take advantage of the situation. This was why he, armed with the very same mock weaponry that had earned Bulla's frustration, he took to stalking Vegeta through the square...at least, as much as he was able.

At six foot five, it was very hard to be discreet. Not that he wouldn't try. Attempting to hide around a corner of one of the shops, one that was in Vegeta's blind spot, Cliff leveled his aim on the Saiyan and fired.

Have a blast of water coming for you, Vegeta.]

[misterbrief]

[It's pretty safe to say that he never saw the blast of water when it soaked him unexpectedly. He turns angrily in the direction that the shot came from, teeth clenching.]

Who did that!? [He searches the area in front of him, but he doesn't see the Klausian.] Alright prankster, if I find you I'm going to break every last one of your fingers. If you're lucky that's all I'll do.

[AND BEGIN THE SEARCH.]

[aerialassault]

[Grinning mischievously in his boyish glee, Cliff took point. He was too big to sneak around for long, so a different tactic was needed.]

Good luck trying.

[It was all cocky bravado. He was clearly having more fun than he should be. He stepped into the open and charged, leaping into the air and focusing his ki into his fists as he slammed into the Saiyan.]

Hammer of Might!!

[This was just his normal self. His black wings, held tight against his back to reduce drag, were the same size that they always were.]

[misterbrief]

[Ok not fair he was not ready for this

He's at least fast enough to get his arms up and shield himself as the attack came down, crying out as he gets knocked down onto his back, seeing the ground explode below him in a flash of yellow light. If he can, immediately following the impact, he goes out to grab Cliff by his shoulders to lift him up and deliver a nice two-foot kick right to the midsection. Who knows where he'll fly if it connects.]

[aerialassault]

[It connected alright.

The kick knocked the air from his lungs and slammed him into the brick wall of the nearest shop. Cliff grunted in pain, but knew that his wings were bruised-- at worse-- from the impact. For such delicate appendages, the anatomy of them was still designed to be strong. Still gasping for air, Cliff shot a grin at Vegeta.]

Yo. You looked like you needed a distraction.

[misterbrief]

Are you out of your mind!? Jumping a Saiyan warrior, that's a quick way to find your own grave. If you'd like we can continue, I have no problems beating you to a pulp.

[Cliff you got his adrenaline going, he will so fight you right here if you want. In fact he's in a fighting stance right now.]

[aerialassault]

Out of my mind? heh. That's one way to put it.

[But he was still catching his breath and keeping himself mindful of the sheer difference in their strength. It was why he was teaching Bulla to dodge-- it was the only way she'd last in the long run.

Cliff was made of tougher stuff. So to speak.]

Right about now...? I'd say you need to chill out.

[He grabbed his water gun and fired once more, making it clear that he was anything but serious in this encounter. Everyone in the village needed some kind of distraction this week.]

[misterbrief]

[Oh he just wants to throw Cliff through that damn wall now, after yet another spray of water hits him. Ok, that's enough.

He disappears. He was standing there and now he's just gone. That's because he's appeared right behind Cliff, waiting patiently to give him a moment to look around before he reaches around Cliff's back and bends the nozzle of the gun upwards between his index and middle finger so it can't fire any more water.]

[That feels much better.]

[aerialassault]

[Cliff watched Vegeta for a moment, utterly silent as he reassessed his opinions and judgements about the Saiyan and the diverse worlds that were represented in Luceti. He tossed the plastic gun aside after a cursory glance, not even angry about how his 'training tool' was damaged beyond his ability to repair, and stood up to his full height. Although he wasn't nearly as powerful, he still had his ego and pride to uphold.]

That was pretty intersting. How'd you move like that?

[He prided himself on his ability to read people, but he wasn't even able to track that.]

[misterbrief]

[He does not care one bit about Cliff's gun. He can get a new one. It's not like everything here isn't free.]

You could say it just comes naturally to me. [He grins and zaps the gun out of existence save for a nice little pile of dust.]

[aerialassault]

[Totally nonplussed by the vaporized water gun here. Cliff returned that grin and shifted his stance, so that his hands were on his hips but he was still able to move if needed.]

Like alotta things with you, right? I don't know too many people that can zip around like you, or fire blasts like that.

[The flight didn't matter to him-- he didn't need it. The ranged attack, however, made him wonder if he could accomplish something similar if he applied enough creativity.]

[misterbrief]

That's right. [That's one compliment he will accept.] The concept is simple Cliff, you did it yourself just now when you attacked me.
[Doesn't he understand? Jeez. He also didn't know Cliff had that kind of power at all, he assumed he was just stronger than a human physically.]

[aerialassault]

Heh. [He ran a hand through his hair-- how was he to explain this one?]

I'm no Master here, Vegeta. I'm just a guy who's trained for twenty-odd years. The Jinju style doesn't have much in the way of ranged skills and Klausians like myself generally don't bother much with Symbology. Some people are just better at it then others, and we really aren't that good.

The only man I know who does have a skill like your's is the one who trained me. But he's a stubborn old bastard, I think he's gonna sit on a few of his secrets till the day he dies.

[misterbrief]

Sounds like someone I'd get along with. [Well, probably not but you get the drift.] How about I let you in on a little secret then. But you've got to do something for me first.

[aerialassault]

[That had Cliff's attention.]

I'm game. What do you need?

[misterbrief]

Do you know a certain irritant named Kirk? If not I'll get a picture of him. All you have to do is punch him right in the gut as hard as you can. [He's really mad at him.] That's provided I haven't killed him by then. And trust me, I'll make it worth your while.

[Paranoia is a powerful tool. He wants Kirk to be very afraid.]

[aerialassault]

[Cliff smirked, already seeing where this was going.]

Oh, you mean that loudmouthed greenhorn who calls himself 'Captain?' I'm sorry you've gotta deal with him.

I pity his crew. My boss is much, much more capable, and she's not even of legal majority yet!

[One conversation with the man, and Cliff had already written him off. Kirk wasn't important enough for him to check back on. Let the kid stroke his own ego and have his own fun.]

How hard do you want it, here? Earthlings don't really stand much of a chance against me.

[misterbrief]

[You are speaking his language. This is why Cliff and Vegeta are friends.]

As hard as you'd like. If you make a couple of vital organs come up in the process I'll show you something really special.

[aerialassault]

I'll make sure to grab someone with a healing Symbol then. Like Fayt, or probably Leon. Or, maybe we could just grab someone with those white wings.

[He was grinning with the wild glee of a predatory hound. He had an idea-- Lights Out!]

[misterbrief]

I don't see why'd you waste the time. Just make sure he hasn't got a clue what's happening or why. He'll learn to control that tongue of his. Understand?

Do this and I'll be more than happy to hold up my end of the deal.

[aerialassault]

Stealth ain't my thing, you know. But, this? The kid isn't qualified to be a captain.

I won't hurt him, Vegeta. But, I can guarantee that I'll scare the crap outta him.

[misterbrief]

I never said to kill him. I want him frightened to leave his house because of an overriding fear that no where in this village is safe for him.

[aerialassault]

Well, it's not if a guy can't be creative enough to make the best of the situation.

[misterbrief]

Be as creative as you want. As far as I'm concerned the ends justify the means. [Besides, he really doesn't want Cliff to kill him. Because he wants to do it if he's going to die.]

[aerialassault]

[Cliff, ever an observant man, understands this.]

Oh. I'll do it alright. How soon?