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[Osmosis Jones]

You knew that the more you consumed those creatures, the more your mind became alien to you. You could feel thoughts that were not your own, you had memories that were not your own, you had power, that was not your own.

Unless we're setting up Anne for a face heel turn, the idea of turning her into another creature, one that is probably under Pride's sway, does not strike me as a good idea.

[dragnar]

Which is why we should keep it limited. Still, the power boost will be very useful... but only if we really need it.

[Silleh Boy]

You knew that you had to do say something, that the straight truth was a bad idea, that an outright lie was also a bad idea. You were dealing with an older woman, a woman who as her other senses had diminished, had likely compensated for them with increased awareness and wisdom. That made an outright lie even less wise.

Telling her what you are was bad, telling her what that idiot boy had done straight was too. You needed a suitable middle ground, one that would allow you to explain why you were out enjoying yourself. You faltered briefly, you faltered at the worst possible time and she stared at you.

You could feel her staring into you, reading you like an open book as you did your best to conceal what was on your mind, as you did your best to look natural.

"I can see right through this act, dear, you may as well come clean," the older woman stated, sighing as she tapped her foot impatiently. This was bad, this woman was clearly a more experienced liar than you.

"I... He..." You swallowed nervously as you did your best to get things straight in your mind, knowing that you could pick and choose what details you gave still. There was no deciet in hiding that you were considered one of the cities greatest enemies, not when those that you were considered an associate of were out to get you.

You did your best to compose yourself as you felt yourself getting frustrated and emotional, you were out of your element. You were nothing but a child to this woman and she had beaten you before you even opened your mouth.

"He went out looking for a way to make everything right last night," you started, taking note of how small you sounded all of a sudden, how meek and timid this woman made you feel. "He... He always talks about the joys of life, about simple things that make... Make you... What you are," you swallowed again, taking a deep breath as you tried to go on, your voice wavering. "I was worried something will happen to him, so I came to the market to distract myself even though it's not safe for me to be here. I wanted t-to take my mind off this and... And..."

You blinked back tears, you were frustrated and confused, emotional and vulnerable. You'd been backed into a corner before you could open your mouth and were reacting like a child who'd been caught doing something they had been told not to. You sank to your knees as tears started to flow, your chest heaving as you started to sob. This was all too much for you, having to hide who and what you were, having to hide away from the world.

Red's wife sighed as she put her baskets down, squatting down beside you as she fished for a handkerchief in her pockets, dabbing away your tears with it as you retrieved it.

"This is why you should learn to keep reigns on a man, you know. If you don't keep them in check they go off and do silly things, get themselves into trouble. It takes a womans touch to keep them in control, to do just enough that they think they're in charge while you're preventing them from making foolish descisions."

You nodded slightly in response as you wiped your eyes, making a mental note that you should never engage in a battle of wits with your elders.

"Come on, stop this softness, we can go and tell Red that the fool of a boy has likely gone and got himself into trouble. I'll fix you a nice hot meal while we're at it, maybe that oaf of a man'll know somebody who can help you."

The offer this woman made was tempting, yet you were already starting to feel the onset of anxiety. Was it wise to take her up on her offer, when you'd be safer back at the guild house?
Was it wise to go to either place for that matter, when some place you'd never been before could technically be safer than both?

[rickvoid]

God. I didn't want to drag Red and his Wife back into this again. But... It may be for the best, for now.

I hesitate to remind folks of this (because it's dragging more folks into danger if we use them) but we do have Oak and the Fight Club boys out there. They"re likely always up for a scrap, and I bet they'd be happy to lenp Eurochkoles a hand. I'd just rather not see them all die, but maybe the Clockworkers and Technomancers could arm and armor our little impromptu army.

Of course, Anne doesn't know about Fight Club, so we'd have to hear about it at the Bar. Maybe we should offer to work there for a bit, like Koles did.

On the subject of eating the TTGBITN (Things That Go Bump In The Night), I'm against it. If it's true that doing things to become more of a monster will give us points, then maybe doing things that make us more human will as well. That's the direction I favor.

[Osmosis Jones]

I think it would be unwise to head out with Red's wife, as there is just too many chances for things to go wrong. However, mention that if we are to rescue Euro, we will need help (this lets Red ask around, which may hopefully clue up the fight club boys), and get Red to come by the guild later.

If everything goes to plan, Anne stays safe, our slumside friends know Euro is in trouble, and we can still get back to the guild and draw up a map for the technomancers.

[Armok]

We are what we eat, GENERALLY, that can be taken in any direction not just monstrous.

So, we want to become more human, so we should eat humans... ok, bad example.

Still, we should consider what interesting things we can eat beyond the things that go bump. Just stuff like meat from animals with traits we want, or chemicals.

[Silleh Boy]

"As tempting as a good meal sounds, I... I cannot come with you, I would endanger you with my mere presence," you stated with a sigh, rubbing your eyes as you did so. You were starting to feel uncertain over just how it worked for Pride's ability to sense the other Enlightened, for his ability to pick up on immortals. He had said before that he could generally only pick up immortals while they slept, that he could sense the other Enlightened at all times, though only in a limited capacity.

He had also outlined that he could sense you all the more strongly while you were asleep. It had never really struck you as a major issue until you had left the order, as you had never had reason to worry about how or why Pride would be able to keep track of you.

It had been how he had sensed the locations of those who had been captured, how he had been able to ensure that they were removed from captivity and brought back to the fold. He wasn't perfect however, sometimes more people were captured in their attempts to free those they sought to free. This fact alone was one that gave you some hope, as you knew it meant that those that came to your aid were not stuck fighting against some unstoppable horror.

Was this enough to jepordise Red and his wife though, if you were to have taken her up on the offer for this meal?

Even put in these terms, you were reluctant to risk this, knowing that you couldn't be entirely certain. With a nod, Red's wife rose to her feet, picking up her baskets as she did so. "Well, I'll make certain that the big oaf hears about this news, if anybody knows how to help, it'll be him."

You smiled slightly despite your doubts that the man who ran that pub was going to be more help than the Clockworkers and Technomancers. He knew petty thugs and the like at best, while the Clockworkers had heavy mechanical men, while the Technomancers had weapons. The two together would make for a much more effective means of offence, wouldn't it?

"If he can help, it will be greatly appreciated," you responded with a sigh, struggling to your feet as you did so. "I... I should get going. This reminder of how unsafe it is for me to be in the open makes me wonder how wise it was to come here for a change of scenery."

Red's wife nodded, before bidding you farewell, turning and vanishing into the crowd.

Part of you wanted to stay just a little longer, to look at a few more things, part of you screamed to leave immediately. You didn't know why you were so conflicted, why you were so suddenly becoming apprehensive, yet you knew that it was more prudent to follow your instincts and leave, than to long for things you couldn't afford right now.

You ducked into one of the back alleys, making your way quickly down it as you headed towards one of the main streets, knowing that you could follow it back to the Technomancers guild. A few startled cats and dogs scattered as you went by, a few homeless people cursed you. You didn't stop for any of them, at least that was, until a hand darted out from an alcove, as a figure pulled you in, one hand clamping over your mouth before you could scream.

"Now, what've we got 'ere?" came a gruff voice as you felt a blade being pressed to your throat, a blade that was pressed that little more noticably as you struggled, prompting you to hold still. You had a machete on your back, but you didn't dare reach for it just yet, as you knew that this man would slit your throat if you did so.

"A pretty young lady shouldn't be runnin' through such dark alleys, she could get robbed, or worse," The man continued, patting your body as he searched for any sign of a purse. You could hear him muttering beneath his breath, clearly displeased when he found that you were carrying no money. "Looks like it's goning to 'ave to be worse, then."

The man reached to pull your dress up, making his intent clear, prompting you to struggle once more to break his grasp, swinging your head back as you smashed it against his face. The man cried out in pain, drawing the knife across your throat as he retaliated, before pushing you forward and kicking you to the ground.

You clamped your one hand over your throat, doing your best to stem the flow of ichor that flowed from the open wound, your other hand reaching for the machete on your back as you rolled over and turned to face him. You could feel the open wound knitting, stinging as if it was no more than a bad cut as adrenaline kicked in.

The man was horrified, he could see ichor coming from what should have been a mortal wound, he could see you armed, standing. Moving your hand away from your throat, you flicked your wrist, the splatter of ichor against paving stones filling your ears as you stepped towards the man, watching as he backed into the corner of the alcove he was in.

"Stay away from me, you monster!"

"Monster. How rich from one who planned to rape me and leave me for dead in a back alley. I see but one monster here, and as the laws of the city state, monsters must be exterminated."

"Don't kill me, please!"

"It is too late to beg for your life, for you have already tried to take mine. Now, silence, whelp, accept your fate and pray that it redeems you in the eyes of your god."

You swung the machete overhead as the man huddled in the corner, still begging for mercy as he stared at you in horror. The sound of flesh and bone being cleaved as you struck beside his neck filled the air, then again as you rose the blade and swung it for his torso. The man was as good as dead already, yet you continued to swing the blade for him, every blow hacking deeply into the gurgling mass of flesh before you, before it shuddered and lay still.

And yet you giggled as you continued to hack away, your eyes alight with malicious glee.

When you finally stopped there was little recognisable left to tell you that this had once been a man. You couldn't help but shiver in delight as you gazed down at the remains of this man, your breathing heavy from the exertion of swinging this heavy blade. A blade that was coated with the crimson film of his blood.

You licked the blade clean as you caught your breath, the warmth of that blood and its metallic aftertaste prompting you to close your eyes as you savoured it, as you savoured the sensation of it on your skin, soaking through your dress. Then it hit you. It hit you that you had done this, that you were soaked with blood from this man, that you had delighted in this act of brutality as you had lost control.

That wasn't you, was it?

You weren't the type of person to delight in such an act, were you?

Your head span as horror and delight mingled. You were covered in blood, carrying an offensive weapon and confused, what were you going to do?

[Osmosis Jones]

Clean yourself up. A crazy-eyed, blood-soaked, machete-wielding woman will draw all sorts of attention. A wet, crazy-eyed, machete-wielding woman will also draw attention, but not quite so much. If you can, steal some laundry or something.
So;

Avoid being seen until you wash off the blood, (and or get a new dress) then leg it back to the Technomancer guild.

[dragnar]

Clean yourself up. A crazy-eyed, blood-soaked, machete-wielding woman will draw all sorts of attention. A wet, crazy-eyed, machete-wielding woman will also draw attention, but not quite so much. If you can, steal some laundry or something.
So;

Avoid being seen until you wash off the blood, (and or get a new dress) then leg it back to the Technomancer guild.

This. Also, I think eating more corrupt flesh just went out the window.

I think we should try to find a (relatively) sane Mad Scientist. They supposedly created the vultures, so one might know something about removing the taint.

[Ochita]

Clean yourself up. A crazy-eyed, blood-soaked, machete-wielding woman will draw all sorts of attention. A wet, crazy-eyed, machete-wielding woman will also draw attention, but not quite so much. If you can, steal some laundry or something.
So;

Avoid being seen until you wash off the blood, (and or get a new dress) then leg it back to the Technomancer guild.

This. Also, I think eating more corrupt flesh just went out the window.

I think we should try to find a (relatively) sane Mad Scientist. They supposedly created the vultures, so one might know something about removing the taint.

This is a good idea for now.

[Armok]

Hey looks like my "eat humans to become more human" might ot have so much practical difficulties after all!

> Eat him.

[Ochita]

NOOOOOOO ARMOK >:<

[dragnar]

NOOOOOOO ARMOK >:<

Seriously, name ONE time in ONE story that turns you into anything but a monster.

[Ochita]

Good point. But still I don't think our character will do it.

[Armok]

Look, I know it's counter-intuitive, but "you become what you eat" makes it very clear what you should do if you want to become something specific, and we do want to become human.