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'''T''' ''is for Tentacles''
 
'''T''' ''is for Tentacles''
  
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:''Tangly and strong''
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:''Toxic and strong''
  
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::''Run if you must''
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::''Run if you want''
  
 
:::''But my reach is long''
 
:::''But my reach is long''
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'''MY NAME IS . . .''' Jasmine Piccolo, but kids just call me Jazz
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'''MY NAME IS . . .''' Emily Play
  
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'''AND I AM A . . .''' Marine Biology Major at the College
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'''AND I AM A . . .''' Professional Pre-Teen
  
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'''WHAT'S BEEN KEEPING YOU AWAKE?''' Doctors, peering and prying; Nurses, poking and prodding; Patients, screaming and screaming and screaming and screaming . . .
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'''WHAT JUST HAPPENED TO YOU?''' It was just the one little tentacle, growing out of my shoulder, but ma saw it. Saw the little black Fae no taller than my hand from the Neverwhen dancing around my feet. She called the Doctors at Willow Oak and they came for me in their stupid white truck with their stupid white canvas "Hug Me" jacket with the sleeves that buckle in back and strapped me in both and took me away.
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I live there now. Willow Oak Asylum.
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You know . . . except when I leave.
  
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'''WHAT'S BEEN KEEPING YOU AWAKE?''' Weird newspaper showed up at my dorm with my picture splashed across the front claiming I had done the unthinkable . . . a week from now.
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The doctors can't see the holes in the world. But I can. And the Fae of the Neverwhen are only happy to lead me through the holes . . .
  
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'''WHAT JUST HAPPENED TO YOU?''' It was just the one little tentacle at first, growing out of my shoulder, but Professor Barkley saw it and tried to restrain me, screaming . . .  well the things he yelled were hurtful even it he was doing it in a falsetto that would've turned Freddie Mercury's head. Before I knew it, he was covered in slippery blinding ink - I guess my tentacles spray the stuff when I'm scared - and whacked his head and went down like a bag of lawn gnomes at a dirt convention.  
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'''WHAT'S ON THE SURFACE?''' 12 year old girl in sneakers and sweats. And my gas mask. They say I hafta wear a mask on account of the damn-demic, so I had one of my Fae bring me this. The doctors kept taking it away only to find it back on my face the next hour, so they gave up.
  
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Anyway, no one but us was at the pier that early, and by the time prof came around and started screaming his story to anyone who would listen, I had ungrown the tentacle. When the cops finally turned out, his raving bought him one of those buckle-in-back hug-yourself canvas jackets and an all expenses paid trip to West Oak Assylum.
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'''WHAT LIES BENEATH?''' I am a changeling, a lost princess of the Neverwhen, swapped in the cradle with a human baby. Doctors say I'm delusioning, but the black Fae come to my call, so I just know I'm right. Unfortunately, when I call, I change, and what lies beneath starts growing straight out of what's on the surface, and that gives me away.  
  
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'''WHAT'S ON THE SURFACE?''' Second year college girl with t-shirts in seven different colors that read ''Snack Sized'', strawberry blonde hair, and a bodywide star map of freckles.  
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The tentacles don't un-grow until the black Fae go.
  
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I'm pretty much always kicking about in comfortable clothes and shoes. Recently, I have taken to carrying a dual filter gas mask wherever I go as well, because reasons.
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'''WHAT IS YOUR PATH?''' I walk the Ways, the paths between the World and the Neverwhen that riddle the Mad City like rot. One day I will make it to the Neverwhen and take my crown and I will stay. But so far I have not made it past the realm of Nightmares.
  
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I'm studying marine biology and absolutely obsessed with cephalopods, the tangled little cuties.  
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If the shadowgirl - the human child I replaced - doesn't kill me first. She has to kill me to come back to the world. She lives in the Neverwhen - ungrateful wretch - but in the Mad City our paths can cross. It may be I have to kill her to finally reach the Neverwhen, but it wouldn't do to be hasty.
  
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'''WHAT LIES BENEATH?''' I grow tentacles now. They are long, strong, and spray ink on command. I am as easily blinded by my own ink as anyone I'm targeting with it, and I never want to find out what it might taste like by the throatful, hence the gas mask.
 
  
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I can ungrow tentacles as fast as I grow them - for some reason they never seem to damage my clothes, even when they sprout right through them - but the ink doesn't just go awsy once it's spilt.
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'''WHAT IS YOUR PATH?''' The path I walk seems to be a neverending spiral leading me ever inward, ever deeper and darker, but at the same time forces me ever outward, ever upward, and into the light.
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TOTAL DISCIPLINE 3
  
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<nowiki>*</nowiki>''shrug''*
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PERMANENT MADNESS 0
  
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All I know is I have to keep walking . . .
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CURRENT EXHAUSTION 0
  
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'''WHAT CRIME WILL YOU BE ACCUSED OF COMMITTING?''' According to the paper, I'm going to sell portable strobe lamps to the ''Little Sisters of Labyrinth Lane''. Who among the Awake would ever ''do'' that? Hell, who among ''Nightmares''? Those teddy bear dragging, knife wielding little shits would take over the Mad City altogether with tools like that. They'd be nigh ''unstoppable''.
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TOTAL FLIGHT RESPONSES 2
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'''FLIGHT''' [[file:d2b.png|24px]] | '''FIGHT''' [[file:d1b.png|24px]]
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TOTAL FIGHT RESPONSES 1
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<u>'''EXHAUSTION TALENT'''</u>
 
<u>'''EXHAUSTION TALENT'''</u>
  
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'''Vanishing Act:''' There is not a surface too smooth or steep for me to climb or cling to and no crevice too small or narrow that I cannot slip through. Just like the cephalopods my newfound form apparently mimics.
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'''Vanishing Act:''' I can get out of virtually any situation without a trace, either by hiding, scampering away, misdirection, or pure bluff and bluster. When whoever is trying to corner me next looks, I'm just gone . . . near as they can tell.
 
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<u>'''MADNESS TALENT'''</u>
 
<u>'''MADNESS TALENT'''</u>
  
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'''Tangly Tentacles:''' I can cause tentacles to grow out of my flesh, tentacles that can grip anything, reach anything, haul me up anything, grapple anything.
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'''Princess of the Neverwhen:''' The black Fae come when I call. Fight for me. Work for me. Dance with me. Guide my way. But when I call, tentacles start growing out of my flesh. The more I call the more tentacles grow, the longer they grow, the stronger.
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Bonus, each and every sucker pad is capable of oozing literal quarts of ink.
 
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'''(1-2 Madness Dice)''' I grow one or two tentacles the length of an arm with the strength of a fit athlete. I can completely drecnch another human being in ink.
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'''(1-2 Madness Dice)''' A few Fae appear, usually unseen by anyone else, they point the way, give warning, do small things for me, act as a distraction, lead me to one of the Ways. [I grow one or two tentacles the length of an arm with the strength of a grasping hand].
  
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'''(3-4 Madness Dice)''' I grow three to four tentacles '''''thrice''''' the length of an arm with the strength of gorillas. I can flood a small alley with ink.
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'''(3-4 Madness Dice)''' Hundreds of Fae appear. They can accomplish quite a bit, or destroy quite a bit. They are a clever workforce. Or a terrible little army. This many of them are capable of keeping my companions on the path when we traverse the Ways, even if those I lead are blind to the path. [I grow three to four tentacles thrice the length of an arm with the strength of gorillas].
  
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'''(5-6 Madness Dice)''' I grow five to six tentacles the length of tall trees with the strength of giant yellow construction machines. I can release enough ink to make several city blocks impassable.
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'''(5-6 Madness Dice)''' Thousands of Fae scramble out of the cobbles and the paving stones, the sewer grates and cracks in the walls, laying their little hands to whatever chaos or destruction I have dreamed for them. I'm not often fast enough to keep them from wreaking their own mayhem as well when this many are to hand. In such numbers they can lead us through the longest Way in an instant. [I grow five to six tentacles the length of tall trees with the strength of giant yellow construction machines].

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