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'''MY NAME IS . . .''' Emily Play
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'''MY NAME IS . . .''' Jazz Piccolo
  
'''AND I AM A . . .''' Professional Pre-Teen
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'''AND I AM A . . .''' Marine Biology Major at the College
  
'''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'S BEEN KEEPING YOU AWAKE?''' Weird newspaper shoowed up on my stoop with my picture splahed across the front saying I had done some horrible, horrible things . . . a week from now.
  
'''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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'''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. Turns out even a little tentacle oozes a potent paralytic. Prof almost died, but no one else was there, so when he came around and started screaming his story - I had ungrown the tentacle by then - it bought him one of those buckle-in-back hug-myself canvass jackets and an all expenses paid trip to West Oak Assylum.
  
I live there now. Willow Oak Asylum.
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'''WHAT'S ON THE SURFACE?''' Second year college student studying marine biology and absolutely obsessed with cephalopods. Strawberry blonde with freckles and always in comfortable clothes. Have taken to carrying a dual filter gas maask wherever I go because reasons.
  
You know . . . except when I leave.
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'''WHAT LIES BENEATH?''' I grow tentacles now. They are long, strong, and extremely toxic to the touch. If I let them grow big enough, that toxin gets into the air around me.  
  
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 IS YOUR PATH?''' My path seems to be a neverending spiral leading me ever inward, deeper and darker and loster, but at the same time lifted up, illuminated, and foundest. All I know is I have to keep walking this path . . .  
  
'''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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'''WHAT IS THE CRIME YOU ARE ACCUSED OF COMMITTING IN THE NEAR FUTURE?''' I guess I'm going to poison the very spirit of the Mad City itself. I know, right? That could literally be anyone. Well, except for the sucker marks found at the scene.
 
 
'''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.
 
 
 
The tentacles don't un-grow until the black Fae go.
 
 
 
'''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.
 
 
 
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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'''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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'''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.
 
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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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'''Toxic Tentacles:''' I can cause tentacles to grow out of my flesh, tentacles that can grip anything, reach anything, haul me up anything, grapple anj=ything. And bonus, they're poisonous just from skin contact.
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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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'''(1-2 Madness Dice)''' I grow one or two tentacles the length of an arm with the strength of a grasping hand. Anyone poisoned by my smallest tentacles goes blind, as if surrounded by a cloud of octopus ink and it is hard for them to move or orient themselves.
  
'''(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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'''(3-4 Madness Dice)''' I grow three to four tentacles thrice the length of an arm with the strength of gorillas. Blindness still strikes first for anyone poisoned by the touch of a tentacle, but they also immediately lose all motor control and physical strength. Other beings in reach of me are also affected by loose spray of toxins flying into the air arund my tentacles.
  
'''(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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'''(5-6 Madness Dice)''' I grow five to six tentacles the length of tall trees with the strength of giant yellow construction machines. In addition to blinding and paralyzing, anayone poisoned loses control of their bowels and breathing begins to sucumb to the stronger toxin. Anyone within reach of my tentacles are also affected by loose spray of toxins flying into the air.

Revision as of 10:33, 11 September 2022

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T is for Tentacles

Toxic and strong
Run if you want
But my reach is long

MY NAME IS . . . Jazz Piccolo

AND I AM A . . . Marine Biology Major at the College

WHAT'S BEEN KEEPING YOU AWAKE? Weird newspaper shoowed up on my stoop with my picture splahed across the front saying I had done some horrible, horrible things . . . a week from now.

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. Turns out even a little tentacle oozes a potent paralytic. Prof almost died, but no one else was there, so when he came around and started screaming his story - I had ungrown the tentacle by then - it bought him one of those buckle-in-back hug-myself canvass jackets and an all expenses paid trip to West Oak Assylum.

WHAT'S ON THE SURFACE? Second year college student studying marine biology and absolutely obsessed with cephalopods. Strawberry blonde with freckles and always in comfortable clothes. Have taken to carrying a dual filter gas maask wherever I go because reasons.

WHAT LIES BENEATH? I grow tentacles now. They are long, strong, and extremely toxic to the touch. If I let them grow big enough, that toxin gets into the air around me.

WHAT IS YOUR PATH? My path seems to be a neverending spiral leading me ever inward, deeper and darker and loster, but at the same time lifted up, illuminated, and foundest. All I know is I have to keep walking this path . . .

WHAT IS THE CRIME YOU ARE ACCUSED OF COMMITTING IN THE NEAR FUTURE? I guess I'm going to poison the very spirit of the Mad City itself. I know, right? That could literally be anyone. Well, except for the sucker marks found at the scene.



TOTAL DISCIPLINE 3

PERMANENT MADNESS 0

CURRENT EXHAUSTION 0

TOTAL FLIGHT RESPONSES 2

TOTAL FIGHT RESPONSES 1


EXHAUSTION TALENT

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.


MADNESS TALENT

Toxic Tentacles: I can cause tentacles to grow out of my flesh, tentacles that can grip anything, reach anything, haul me up anything, grapple anj=ything. And bonus, they're poisonous just from skin contact.


(1-2 Madness Dice) I grow one or two tentacles the length of an arm with the strength of a grasping hand. Anyone poisoned by my smallest tentacles goes blind, as if surrounded by a cloud of octopus ink and it is hard for them to move or orient themselves.

(3-4 Madness Dice) I grow three to four tentacles thrice the length of an arm with the strength of gorillas. Blindness still strikes first for anyone poisoned by the touch of a tentacle, but they also immediately lose all motor control and physical strength. Other beings in reach of me are also affected by loose spray of toxins flying into the air arund my tentacles.

(5-6 Madness Dice) I grow five to six tentacles the length of tall trees with the strength of giant yellow construction machines. In addition to blinding and paralyzing, anayone poisoned loses control of their bowels and breathing begins to sucumb to the stronger toxin. Anyone within reach of my tentacles are also affected by loose spray of toxins flying into the air.