Darkness in New Orleans

The First Hunt

He looked at his new pack. He would have to work with the two born as two leggers. They seemed about as comfortable as he was in the two legged form. They seemed to understand what they were supposed to do. They were the distractions. The other wolf born would push the deer closer to himself. self…. weird word. He smelled the deer. He saw how everyone else smelled it too. He flicked his ears at the Russ.

The trap sprang. The other stood up and the deer moved  towards himself. The deer was about ready to make a sprint for it. The deer looked and saw three wolves and predictable away from all three in the quickest path. It was directly towards himself. Russ would have known he was situated but the two leggers might not. In a moment the deer walked in front of him but it was too late. 250 lbs of beastly fury slammed into the deer and bite hard into its throat.  There was a sickening crunch as Red Face broke the deer's neck with a quick jerk. It was dead quick.

He signaled the others to join. He howled in victory.

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Old matters, so does tradition

Praise to the Loa, they help keep tradition.

When the spirits guide you, you must be willing it see it. When you move forward, its not always what you expect. We are helping another chantry locate a book after one of its leaders went through extreme mind induced quiet. Handing over a book that could teach a child how to use magic. Not so much awaken their avatars but merely able to dabble in the arts. We will see if they awaken.

The school, the church. It was hidden there by two children. From what we were told, they had even cast a spell or two. That place, the school; its well protected by many things but true faith protects it well. The evil spirit don't even go there. As any mage knows, faith and belief means power and those there have a lot of faith.

Guards of all eras love to help. Give the right offering and they will guard things wonderfully. They told me we were being watch not from our world. I wonder what that means.

 

Praise be to the loa.

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Run, but you can not hide

Praise be to the Loa, they test us to help us grow.

Not all the loa are benevolent. Some seek to harm and cause misery. In times of great need, I am able to call upon them to do my bidding. I find it distasteful. Not every bit of my magic need a long prayer as least at the moment. Bindings of one's flesh, blindness, your hearing gone an so forth. Easily done. Focus and perform now, I pay later. I always pay later. 

Recently, I found a mule, the mule wanted money and the loa of greed came to it. Not just greed but the misery that comes from greed. Dear child still in school. I'm so sorry things happened to you, but I will get to the bottom of it. The price to be paid will be high for the spirit that gave you a child for whatever purpose it may it have. It seems you may not be the first, nor will you be the last if what that loa said is true. I wish nothing but the best for your child and yourself.

The loa got away; it just seems to want to ride the skin of that poor man feeding off of other's misery. I feel sad for the wife and any kids. I feel sad for the man himself. I am not a pious man, but my community is worth saving. But I know what he looks like. My familiar hunts him. Soon, I will find him and pacify the spirit. I tried to be peaceful and negotiate with it. The loa here know me well, when barter and words fail, I can crush them. If it won't be lulled back into a state of inactivity, I will destroy.

Praise be to the loa, they help us even when they don't know they do.

 

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Damn it, Allison!
Yeah, I'm fucking useless.

Saying I was upset about Allison’s death is putting it lightly. I couldn’t bring myself to go to her funeral. Then, again, it’s not like I ever went to my parents’ funeral anyway. Hell, no one even bothered to tell me where they were buried. I don’t know what the others thought about my absence, but for the most part, I didn’t care.

Allison, you fucking idiot. I know it’s her. I know it’s everything she was, and if given an opportunity, she would do it again. It doesn’t make it any less stupid of her. I even tried telling it to her face as I made weak attempts at punching her lights out. In a dream of course, I’m not…well, I’d say I’m not insane, but that’s debatable at this point. 

It was stupid. There she was, just as excitable as ever. Out of pure rage and frustration at her, I charged and punched her. It was like punching a golem without the pain of punching rock. She just stood their, laughing as I kept landing punch after punch, but would not budge. Then, again, that makes a lot of sense. I fucking suck in a fight, and punching the real Allison, or even Adelaide, would’ve just resulted the same. Them laughing in my face about how fucking weak I was.
That has to change.

My parents, I couldn’t tell them what was going on. How do I explain something like this to them? Lan might have been a willing ear, but she has her own problems. Adelaide, I don’t know if she’d be interested, but the last thing I want is everything I had to say ending with some sick punchline. In the mood I was in, she’s lucky I’m a fucking weakling. Phr34k? Fuck no. He’s as sympathetic as Donald fucking Trump. I have no clue about the newcomers.

I…kinda started doing more physical exercise lately. Kinda? Who am I kidding? My parents think I’m obsessed with it lately. Just basics for the most part. Push ups, Sit ups, jumping jacks, running. Nothing too over the top. Part of it was just needing something else to deal with this shit and to do something about us being one fighter down. 

Adelaide would laugh at my weak ass attempt. She’s probably trained in ways that would destroy me. Or maybe not. Asking her to train me seems like a bad idea. She has too much going on with the Garou. (Yeah, that’s right, I used the proper term…I hope.). 

Lan, if she had any thought to it, she hasn’t shown it. Even when I actually stopped by her shop on a run and actually ordered tea. I figured she might have something to help with the stamina, not that I couldn’t keep up with most of the others on a long distance run. The only thing I have going for me physically. I keep thinking it helps, but it’s probably just a placebo that just quenches my thirst.

I don’t know how long it’s been. The days have run together, even the mission to save Layla was all one big blur to me. I barely register grabbing her…and being grabbed by Hulk-Thornton…and escaping. The hurricane dissipating. Everything just seemed to run together. As messed up as I was, I’m surprised I didn’t die a horrible death. I sure as Hell didn’t care if I did. Maybe I’d get reborn as a rogue or something. I’d at least be more fucking useful.

As far as my exercise, any physical change is negligible. As far as I can tell, I still can’t throw an effective punch to save my life. Adelaide would still laugh in my face if she could. Only thing I noticed is I’m getting a little more sleep. Still waking up in the early morning/overnight hours, but I’ve been exhausting myself out enough that my body is finally overriding my mind. Otherwise, I’ve hit a brick wall. I might have to confront Adelaide, if she has the time. Maybe there’s another option altogether, besides quitting.
 

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At the Crossroads

We give praise to the Loa. They help us as we help them.

A path you are forced to walk is no path at all. One must understand this to help themself. Papa Legba can show you the options you have but he can't make you walk it. Young Layla was at such a crossroad. I know I must say this again, you must walk your own path. Thornton did not give her such an option, instead clouded the crossroads so that she couldn't see her options. So she walked one of the she saw, not the one she wanted. She may not what she wants, but her choice none the less.

I saw the passing of one the cabal's fallen member. From all accounts the lady of the chorus was a powerful mage. Alison what little I knew of her seemed to pass smoothly, she didn't wait and hang around. It is always for the best. Her greater spirit can return and live again, maybe better move on to the other side to begin the part of her life. So much we don't until we cross over and see the next life. Her was a ritual I had studied once, burn away the flesh so that the spirit can't return. It was a good celebration of her death.

The Technocracy probably didn't expect several werewolves and mages to work together. Blinded and barely able to speak, Thornton still wanted Layla. For some reason, I do not think he was interested in what his honeyed words said. He seemed to be interested in taking her body. But this is merely a thought. I expect Thornton to rise again, the Technocracy rarely stays down if turned to a puddle of mush. But that is neither here nor there.

We give praise the Loa. They help us as we help them. Good bye.

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The Loa, they guide us

I give thanks to the Loa at the start of every ritual.

I give offerings.

The Loa help guide us in our lives.

They give us visions.

So my Mama came to me and ask, find this girl and help her along the way. You see when we come to a cross roads, we should always have someone guide us. This girl was at such a crossroads. The crossroads is not simple choice between rum or whiskey, it is a major decision. Such a decision is to sell your soul for power, to allow a murder of an innocent, or accept your place amongst the traditions of mages with your voodoo. This is where Papa Legba will greet people.

You see, Papa Legba, he don't just let us talk to the other Loa but to help us at those crossroads as well. He just doesn't tell us what to do, he gives us advice. You don't help people by telling them what to do. You can't walk another person's path, each person has to do it themselves. It is where we all found ourselves. Staring at a man willing to let a child be a used a ward, at least what I understood of the technomage. If it was a choice, she could make it.

No, not what Thornton did. Once his honeyed words didn't work. Once she found out he had killed her parents, she did some mighty magic. Then come the men in black. Last thing I remember, falling into Thornton's blood. He will regret what he had done. My raven loa, my raven spirit. With his blood, he won't hide. All things come with a price. He will soon know that.

I give thanks to the Loa at the end of every ritual.

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Calm and Calamity Before the Storm

A storm is coming.

The town prepares itself. Windows shuttered and boarded over. Shelters readied. The stores barely able to keep their shelves stocked as everyone scrambles to fill their own, in case the worst happens.

A storm is coming.

We rush to prepare, ourselves, for something rumbling on the horizon — less the rain, thunder, and gales, more the sense of doom encroaching on our daily lives. Something is on it's way, something that will bring death if it catches us. We know it, in the pit of our guts, but we don't know what brings it. The mages who forsake tradition in favor of denial, the bizarre whims of the fae, or something else? It's hard to prepare for what you don't understand, even if you know it comes.

A storm is coming.

Out on the levies, we see them. Or, I see them. Glistening webs strung protectively at the water's edge. Spiders hurrying to Weave their webs and maintain the carefully built nest that is their city, even as the storm Wyldly tears at it. On the horizon it bears down, and these carefully Patterned webs will be swept away as easily as those built in the material realm.

A storm is coming.

We're given the ultimatum we dread being made. But too late, we realize that it wasn't our choice to make. Too late, we realize that the younger Weaver sister has to make her own choices. Too late, we realize that we may have to give in.

Too late.

The storm is here.

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The Priss and the Pompus

Of all the things I've seen in the last month and change, there are some people I've come to dislike just off of my gut feeling. Thornton that rat bastard tech head is one of them. Stupid guy acting like we have to give up Layla. It sounds like she is going to be an avatar for the tech heads. All that only she is strong enough stuff. it sounds like they need to get better themselves instead of their head up their asses. But that is at the end.

There is some storm heading into the Louisiana. There is some weird structure of magic protecting the city but I wonder if it was a good thing to put it up. Its like sleeping in dumpsters. Most nights you don't have anything to worry about but if you forget what night the trash runs, you can wind up going for a ride. Ever been shook into the back of dump truck? Its not pleasant. The point is, some protections fail and you find yourself in a trash heap. It seems like the reason the "forces of the dymanic" fight so hard is because they were restrained and kept out. I don't know what to think about this. 

Lady Priss got to meet Lee and she seemed to enjoy it. She said he played wonderful music. That made me happy to hear. I hope those two hit it off. She seemed really helpful. She was able to let us know something called the Winter Court may be partly responsible and a guy to see. She said I probably wouldn't like him but the gun chicks might. When i see them next, I'm going the info to them. They might be able to do something with it.

Water. Safe place to be. Might challenge my way of thinking. Bed pan.

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Shit, Shit, SHIT!!
The Hell is wrong with me?!

I fell asleep on watch! I never do that! Fuck! What if the Tech heads had come crashing in while I was asleep? Apparently someone did because they left a damn threatening letter and caused a shit ton of mess. I'm lucky as all Hell that that was all that happened. I'm lucky Layla is still here. Lucky that Lan was all right. I had one fucking job and I slipped up.

I can't afford to mess up like this. Can't afford to…lose anyone. Can't afford to fail…period. I swear, Allison and Adelaide better not let me live this down because I certain as Hell won't. There just isn't enough words for how pissed off at myself I am for this. You don't mess up like this and walk away scot-free.

Just I literally had the lives of two people in my hands, and just like that I put their lives at risk. You just don't make that mistake. Ever.

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Memory in Living Color

I don't have a lot of happy memories from when I was a kid. A face of a beautiful woman taking me to school for the first time. A face that I can't remember clearly anymore. A stern face of a man when I broke the TV  because I was running around the house. Again, can't remember it clearly. But at some point early in the second grade, that all changed. It was a bright and sunny day when my parents left me in the alley. From that day on, the world darkened and greyed. Everything slowly became muted. Three months,  cops thought I was lying. No one, not even the bums who saw my parents leave me there believed me.

Then as if by some perfect design, while I was hungry and didn't know what to do, Lee said, "if you want it kid, there is a pizza in the dumpster." Once Lee was there, the world seemed full of color again. I noticed patterns in the bricks and street and even in the green dumpsters with the big WMs. So I took a look into the dumpster and there was a hot pizza that I wanted. The first time in nearly week I had good food. Then over the next few weeks, he taught me. Learned to defend myself, pick pocket only when I needed to. Begging never worked, no one noticed me. After a few months, I was able to live and Lee would come and go.

All this for the Tie It Off Club. Besides the amazing jazz and letting someone my age into the place, the purple drink was like meeting Lee for the first time again. The world burst open with colors and new sounds. Cat people, dwarves, and beautiful women I couldn't describe if I ever tried. And I learned what it was like to be a cat. The princess was asking me about a whole bunch things I didn't understand but she let me have a request. I'd be lying if I told didn't want to you, screw her… even right there on the counter. She seemed really sweet on me. But we still needed help with the Man with the red eyes, so I asked for help. I'm not sure what would have happened if I asked for the other thing.

Now Lady Priss. She is stunningly purfect. White kitty girl for most of the night. Shortly after we left the club though her whiskers and white fur disappeared.  I'm pretty sure she had a tail as well. But even blue jeans and a t shirt looked gorgeous. The cat ears were a little off, but that was fine. And then gun totting psycho bitches manage to turn a helpful person into a suspect like I had brought home a heroine junkie.  Every time with those two. Every single time. I can't seem to meet new people without their first choice being to shot them. Maybe Adelaide will chill out, apparently she screwed a werewolf. It almost looked like a fun thing to do. 

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