You are a homeless person, living in an abandoned warehouse near a major shipyard with about 24 other such individuals. You are fairly new to being homeless, having lost your job, your S.O. and your apartment all in one night of horrible events about a month ago. It is mid-winter and you are huddled around a fireplace made from an old oil drum when you suddenly start hearing a voice inside your head for no reason you can identify... --- Before we go any further, we need to know a bit more about you... 1: Are you male or female? 1a: Male 1b: Female 1c: Non-Binary 2: What was your job? 2a: Pilot 2b: Bus-driver 2c: Corporate Lawyer 3: What Era is this? 3a: 1940s 3b: 1960s 3c: 1990s 3d: 2000s
You were an airline pilot, top of your class, a real go-getter, but then you were arrested for smuggling drugs, and though you posted bail the next day you found that your boyfriend, a substance abuse counselor and Baptist preacher had changed all the locks on his apartment and thrown out all of your stuff while you were in jail. Left homeless things quickly got worse as you found you'd been fired by the airline. Ultimately the charges were dropped, the police focused in on your co-pilot as the actual drug smuggler, but by then the damage was done. This is the early 90s and female pilots need a SPOTLESS reputation to get a job, so you wound up here... However, now you think you are going insane: because there is a voice that is not your own speaking into your head... --- Just a few more questions about you before the game truly starts: 1: What Is Your Ethnicity? 1a: East-Asian. 1b: African 1c: Caucasian. 1d: Native American 1e: Native Australian. 1f: Pacific Islander. 1g: Middle-Easterner. 1h: "Human". (Extremely Mixed Ancestry.) 2; What is your name? (Personal Name Only, Family Name Decided By Ethnic Background.) 2a: Alice 2b: Becky 2c: Claire 2d: Debby 2e: Elizabeth. 2f: Franceen 2g: Gwenivere (You answer to 'Gwen'.) 2h: Hellen 2i: Izel 2j: Jade 2k: Katherine 2l: Lucy 2m: Molly 2n: Nora 2o: Ophelia 2p: Patricia 2q: Quinn 2r: Rachel 2s: Sarah 2t: Tabitha 2u: Ulya 2v: Veronica 2w: Wendy 2x: Xeno (Your parents were a touch stoned when they named you...) 2y: Yolanda 2z: Zoey
Xeno Washington, that's your name. Your skin is the color of a cloudy sky at midnight out in the country and your hair pulled back in a snarled bun. You are 31 years old, but have no children, because you didn't find a man worth your time until later in life... Now you hear the voice in your head that isn't your own, and you are afraid... }Hello Xeno, you don't know me, but I know you...{ The voice begins. }My name is unpronounceable by members of your species, but you may think of me as Xarlaxis.{ }I'm what you think of as a demon, but not just any demon, I'm one of the 300, the angels who accompanied Lucifer into exile following the War in Heaven. I've been assassinated by a group of younger demons in a coup, but they couldn't finish me, just mortally wound me. I'm bleeding out, there's no way to stop it, but that is an agonizingly slow process from the perspective of someone in your world. It will take me 69 of your years to die, only a few minutes as Hell measures such things, but already I feel a change coming over me. As I lie here dying on the floor of my office, I feel the poisons of fourteen billion of your years in hell leaving my body, and the essence of the angel I was before the rebellion and the fall begins to reassert itself. I'm not an angel anymore: heaven is forever denied me, but I feel the sudden need to atone in the last few minutes that remain to me in-so-far-as-I-can. This is why I have contacted you. You are a woman of virtue struck down by unjust circumstances, and I present you with a gift.{ The Voice Explains. }There are no strings attached to this except those that God has already attached to your very soul from the moment of your first breath, but be warned, it will not be easy to use. As I am a demon I cannot craft virtues anymore, but I can play with magic, luck, and sins: in specific, for you, the sin of Lust. However, lust is not always a sin, now is it? Think about it, without lust there would be no sex, and without sex, all life on your world would die! So, the question then is: where does Lust become a sin? It becomes a sin when it becomes harmful: when it ceases to be a tool of growth, joy, and joining and becomes an instrument of pain and suffering. That line is often hard to see: this is part of my gift to you, you can see it clearly and know how to avoid crossing it! Ah, but I am far from done! The next aspect of my gift is that you can harness the power of sex to do magic. Your world is notably opposed to magic, so what I give you will be subtle, but potent none the less. Each time you have sex with a 'safe' partner, who you will know by the aura around them, which will range from Violet to Green in color on it's outer ring, (as well as any with a white outer aura, though these are very rare and fantastically dangerous to you: for a white aura indicates a living saint,) you will gain one or more charges based on the strength of their aura. Each charge can be used to activate a single spell of the first circle, and each circle beyond that requires as many charges as that spell's circle squared. There are nine circles of spells but you will only have access to the first seven as the spells of the eighth and ninth circles are all unstable and destructive in mortal hands. I gift you with the power of sorcery, and three spells of the first circle which you can use it for.{ }The First Spell is that of the Lucky Coin: when you find a coin lying on the ground that you didn't drop: pick it up and charge it with a single charge! That coin will give you good luck for the rest of the day. A greater power is available if you combine this with an act of charity, however! If you find someone with a blue or higher inner aura and give them the coin within an hour of you picking it up, the coin's charge will last for one lunar month, being passed from that person to each worthy individual who holds the coin during that time. You to benefit from this, though you do not hold the coin, for until that coin returns to you or the month expires you will benefit from the charge of good luck it generates as well...{ }The Second Spell I give you is that of the Joy Pulse: spend one charge when you are in a crowded area, (the spell has a range of about 30 feet,) and each person in the area's least harmful sexual memory will flash through their mind for a fraction of one of your seconds. I warn you not to use this power when on a highway as that fraction of a second's distraction could be fatal. For those that do not have any non-harmful sexual memories, like all children or absolute virgins, the spell has no effect what-so-ever.{ }The Third Spell I give you is the most obvious of them, but the most difficult to use, especially to use properly: The Echo of the Heart. Using this spell is difficult because the target must have a green or above outer aura and a green or bellow middle aura, but a violet or higher inner aura. A tall order, that. To use this spell you must have a charge already available, and then seduce the target of the spell, while you are having sex with them cast your magic. When that happens: IF they have already met and had sexual relations with the person who is their true love, that person's face will flash before their mind's eye, and be forever burned into their memory. Now I'm sure you see why this is so difficult and dangerous a spell, not only are the conditions for its success very exacting, but even if it does succeed it is problematic because the chances are quite small that the person it is used on will see YOU in their memory, and in turn this means they are forever saddled with the memory that they had sex with someone other than their true love... Now, "Why would I give you such a spell if it only causes pain?" That's simple, it doesn't. I can't tell you all that I know for various reasons, but there is a small but statistically significant chance that this spell will lead you to your own true love, and magic is also iterative, the spells I am teaching you now are each the beginning of a spell chain that leads to more advanced and useful spells later, especially this one. If you pursue this spell chain to its conclusion you will be able to do things like clasp hands with someone and transport them to their true love's side no matter the miles that stand between them as long as they are on the same planet... That is why this spell is important.{ The Voice Explains. }I know of your world's legends of making deals with demons: so understand that this is not a bargain: you now have these powers whether you want them or not, whether you accept them or not, whether you USE them, or not, they will always be there, waiting. There is one final aspect to this gift, you are already 31 years old, but will now live to the grand old age of a full century unless you die by violence or poison, and will retain your youthful vigor and alertness all of your days. Though the outward signs of aging will still touch you, by the end your skin will sag and your voice will be old and cracked, inwardly you will remain sharp of mind and hail of limb. Moreover, your body will 'age gracefully': you will be an old woman but become what the youngsters of your culture call a 'G-MILF'.{ }I will continue to speak to you from time to time, but for now, I must go, there are four others I need to empower, and I had best be about it...{ The Voice says, and you... --- Write in time: What do you do now?
I would like to find blue or higher inner aura and give them the coin within an hour of you picking it up, the coin's charge will last for one lunar month.
Spell 3 doesn't intrigue me as a character who is struggling. While Spell 2 sounded as something promising it doesn't get me out of my situation nor does it last long enough for me to do much. Spell 1 offers that Goldilocks effect of not being miserable at all. I do wonder what the other four spells are, but must wait until the voice comes back. I am curious where the charity act will be set in. It would fair to say blue aura would exist nearby. After reading and rereading the options many times I'm not sure what the next reply should be that your requesting.
A different person's voice to join the discussion. We all saw where things went with only one participant in the other thread... (And by the way, as you will see, things are a bit more complicated than you seem to realize...)
So, this first thing I have to tell you will apparently come as a surprise to both of you, but I can't understand WHY except that it has been like a month between my publishing the first post in this thread and this one: You're standing around a trash fire in an abandoned warehouse that has been turned into a shakedown by homeless people: any dropped coins are picked up as soon as the person's back is turned. Furthermore, as Xarlaxis mentioned, you have to have sex with an appropriate partner to gain a charge which you could use to cast the spell, so... However, the other part of your suggestion can still go forward: I.E. looking for a recipient by scanning people's auras. You have, in order of appearance: Willaim Sykes (You're pretty sure that's not his real name...): His aura, like everyone else, is in three layers: a sickly electric-yellow-green on the outside, a kind of sky blue in the middle, and at its core, right around his body, approximately the color of the stripe down the middle of a road. William is a Caucasian man who speaks with a fake cockney accent, stands about 5'11", and keeps a bulldog with him all the time. He has ice blue eyes and sandy brown hair: you'd guess his age at around 40. Next, we have "Bill's Girl", Nora Dickson: she's just as crazy as he is, and just as psycho, but though there's been the occasional knife fight between them they stick together. Her outer aura is the color of a juicy tangerine, the middle is Acid Green, and the inner aura: Well, Zarlaxis said nothing about what it means if it keeps flip=floping between fire-truck red and the shade of indigo normally only seen on fresh-from-the-factory jeans... Nora is also Caucasian but looks to be in her late twenties to early thirties, her hair is always so dirty you can't tell what color it is, but people in the shakedown swear it's red. Next to them is the runaway they've taken in, 'to-show-her-the-ropes'. They call the Girl "Deborah" but though she responds to that no one knows her actual name because she doesn't talk. There's a nasty scar across her throat and everyone figures that she simply CANT, but you suspect different, because sometimes at night you hear soft singing from their shack which doesn't sound like Nora or Bill... (Your shack is next to theirs.) Deborah's aura is BLACK on the outside, bluish-green in the middle, and the color of a sunflower's petals on the inside. Deborah is a black girl of roughly 12 with her hair worn in messy cornrows. Moving on, we have "The O'Sullivan Brothers": These two don't make sense, in a lot of ways. They look nothing like each other: one short (4'11") and built like a mack truck, the other tall (6'1") and apparently unable to keep any meat on his bones, but they insist they're twins... They don't resemble each other in any other respect either, one's blond, the other black-haired, one's kinda tannish, the other fishbelly pale: the short one is a MEAN mother who'll cut you as soon as look at you, and the other one's a great guy! Cept: their auras tell a different story... 'Randy' O'Sullivan has a neon-violet outer aura, a middle aura that's black as night, and his innermost layer is a White that's so bright it hurts to look at it! 'Patrick' O'Sullivan's outer aura is the color of the gravity well at the center of the galaxy, his middle aura is an unhealthy bluish green like a bruise, and the one at the center is the color of freshly spilled blood. Then there's Matron Grimshaw: she's in her seventies but was thrown out of her ungrateful grandchildren's house because she's a lesbian and had a girl of 19 over to 'learn Bridge'. (No, seriously, the air quotes are what her grandkids thought, she really was just teaching Maimai Bridge...) However, she's like the G-MILF to end all G-MILFs. Ok, yeah, she's all wrinkly and slow, and her voice trembles a bit, but man, that butt, those hips, and good god, her tits! I am not exaggerating in the slightest when I say that you have had incredibly strange erotic-nightmare-dreams several times about dying and being buried between those saggy but still HUGE and 100% natural knockers. You've heard rumors that in her youth Matron Grimshaw was responsible for a 13 car pileup on the New-Jersy Turnpike when her young husband told her to flash the driver of a semi. She, of course, denies this...Not only that, but even her face is beautiful, in that 'kindly old lady' sort of way: and she has a really classy aura about her, even though she's dressed in rags. Don't let her age fool you though, she's from the first generation where eastern martial arts started being taught in the west, and she never stopped practicing... Matron Grimshaw's outer aura is cerulean blue, her middle aura is vermilion, and her inner one is a watery violet. --- Armed with this new information: what do you do?
Before answering your question. What are the light rankings? If you can't answer then Randy O'Sullivan would work best. I alway fancy going for twins
I can answer but chose not to: you know as much as your character does, which is what you've been told in this thread. However, I will say that if you reread what's already been posted throughout the thread so far carefully a pattern will begin to emerge...