lucetilogs | Possession Event

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Possession Event

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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"What? Like a broker of some sort?"

"Just like that." It was all certainly true, though it downplayed the reality. It also didn't quite fit with earlier comments he had made.

Indeed. Something didn't add up.

"And so -- these smurfs. Are you buying from them or selling to them?" A beat. "You're not a drug dealer, are you?"

"... I don't do drugs." His tone was serious. He had dealt with far too many drug dealers and drug lords in his rubbing elbows with the underbelly of society and it left him a bad taste in his mouth. He'd seen just how depraved that world got and it sickened him. "As for the smurfs. Blue Man Band?"

"Group," she corrected. "Blue Man Group."

"See? That's what got me in trouble with them."

"I get it." She rubbed at the back of her neck, half-imagining she could feel the code printed there. "You don't want to go into details. I won't push."

"Mutants." He didn't want to talk about it, largely because he was used to these being the kinds of things you couldn't tell other people. "They were some kind of mutants."

In the end, Claire only truly cared about one thing. And she broached that topic as she ducked into the general store. "...Did you hold your own?"

If he was feeling more macho, he would say he did. But that wouldn't be true. Not by a long shot. So he shook his head as he moved to look for a place in the store that might have electronics.

"They bastards soak up bullets like a sponge."

I find aiming for the head helps. At least, that would be what she would have said were she in a mood to divulge. But, for now, she would play the paper pusher.

"Did you try fire? They say fire works, with mutations."

"I didn't have a flamethrower handy."

One of the shelves proved promising and he plucked a pair of flashlights from it.

She lifted what looked like it might be an old Walkman. Claire rattled it by her ear -- curious.

"...You got away, though?"

"I won't know that until I get out of here."

Her hand froze and the little device stood tilted towards her temple. Shit. How raw of a deal was that? A flood of empathy hit her expression, but Claire tried to rein it back under control. No one, she decided, wanted to be looked on with pity. But it didn't matter how good or terrible this guy was, she knew the statistics. The survival rates. The numbers were never good enough.

"I can't imagine what that must be like, Nathan." A pause. "I mean -- Nate."

"Not great." For his part, he managed to stay casual about it. He wasn't about to go imagining himself in a situation where he was about to die. Elena and Chloe needed him and like hell was he going to die from a bunch of overgrown assholes.

"What's with the walkman?"

"Hmm?" She glanced at the object. "Nothing. I...used to have one just like it, when I was at college. It caught my eye."

And she dropped it almost as quickly as she'd picked it up, squaring the device up on the shelf. Claire turned back with a gentle clap of her hands. "Are you packing?"

It wasn't a question she would have thought to ask before she'd learned this latest tidbit of information. However, now that she knew, she couldn't not assume that he had some sort of weapon on his person.

He very nearly lied. But after telling her as much as he had, it felt ridiculous to now. So he reached behind him and pulled out the pistol he'd been keeping tucked in his pants, behind his shirt. He kept it loose, pointed to the ground, and handling it with his finger away from the trigger. He didn't want to alarm her and anyone who might happen to walk in.

"It's not a knife."

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She was startled, but not for the reasons he might anticipate: "...Wait, do you have ammo? Where did you find it?"

"Do you mean here or back in Shambhala?"

"Here. I can't find anything for mine. Not yet, at least."

Nate shrugged. "I got it off the kid at the counter. He had it in a safe."

"...They wouldn't happen to be nine-millimeter parabellums, would they?"

Nate frowned.

"Nobody likes people who go around bumming bullets."

Though it might explain why he ended up with as many extra clips as he did.

Claire didn't frown. Nope, she merely held up a single finger.

"I just want one. Is that too much to ask?"

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