Eidolon Post (Rock)

WAUGH i missed this by like a week sorryyyyyyy hope you see this! i've been meaning to actually type up those notes and this is a great little kick to start doing some of that tonight.

anyways, for now, here's my notes about that, since it did end up coming up in the final fight!

clarissa | locks of love

[my eidolon can freeze objects and concepts]

that is, she can retain things in their current states, selectively. simply, it could lock an object in its current position. but it could also freeze its velocity, keeping it on a constant trajectory. or, maybe, it could lock down other properties, like color, orientation, etc. it's a power about selective stasis.

both locks of love and broken windows are reflections of clarissa's desperate attempts to retain her interpersonal relationships. locks of love wants everything to remain the same; broken windows wants to people-please, to be the perfect shadow, the kind of person who only serves and is too good to leave. both of these are futile attempts for her. this is not a part of life that can be prevented. but she oh-so tries.

HOWEVER! we've still been playing! and this week, we're wrapping up the last session.

james bosely | cul-de-sac

[my eidolon can rewind time in the area around it]

you couldn't know it, but i have been waiting so long to say this to you.

do you miss the quiet morning when it is gone? do you miss your family, when away? i envy that, sometimes.

but my citizens do not need to. they could live teir best lives, in that calm afterglow, forever. my eidolon - the eidolon of this city - holds back the clock of inevitability. they shall not suffer.

but you. i don't know you. i don't know why you are here, now. but i know you must die. so my people suffer, so i may kill you.

for 75 years i have fought you. for 75 years, my city has died every day. but you are not of here. i only need to win once.

your death is all you will know.

crashes:

the kim parker report

cyrus, you wake with a start as the radio crackles on.

good morning, monday commuters! this the kim parker report, coming live to you with traffic! looks like the backup's gone all the way down 55 today - hope you don't have any important meetings this morning! guess they don't even give ya off for christmas these days...

the abandoned truck stop you pulled into last night is now full with other truckers, pulling back off onto the highway, where thousands of cars sit bumper-to-bumper.

st. louis | the hanged man

ostril murray | terrible canyons of static

[my eidolon can open rifts in reality]

i see, then, that you've come to the same conclusions as me. the only remaining suspect is broken windows. she must be eliminated. that's not you, clarissa. i know you. that's not you, anymore.

crashes:

Q: michael, why haven't you called clarissa?

A: i am afraid of clarissa, and i am afraid of upsetting her, but i don't understand why.

Q: cyrus, something's worrying you. what is it? why?

A: i just feel out of place, all the time, everywhere i go.

Q: ripley, what's so appealing about the taste of blood?

A: it's not the taste, exactly... the taste is fine, but nothing special. what really gets you, what really keeps you hooked, is the rich texture. the thickness......

Q: harmony, do you miss being with shades like you?

A: yes. no one understands what it's like to be from the undertow. there is a community there, a solidarity there, that i miss.

Q: michael, what's your fucking problem, man?

A: i died? i went to hell? it fucking sucked? i hate being like this, like a puppet! i know it will happen again! it's fucking scary man! i have to fix this. nothing else matters.

Q: michael, why didn't you ask about broken windows?

A: if she wanted to bring it up, she would have. and i did ask, once, for the record.

Q: michael, what would your name be as a woman?

A: mackenzie.

Q: cyrus, do you think a person can ever really heal?

A: no.

Q: mackenzie ripley, why did you change? why don't i love you anymore?

A: we had to fix this somehow.

Q: ripley mackenzie, are you ready to face your past?

A: yeah!

Q: mackenzie harmony, what would your name be as a woman?

A: melody.

Q: cyrus, why is your soul shattered like mine?

A: when the bullet went through san francisco, it shattered my sense of safety, and my sense of continuity.

Q: harmony, why don't you leave them all behind?

moya hughes | world police & friendly fire

[my eidolon heats anything it touches to exactly 100ºF]

we go through a lot of rats here. a lot of rats. its grisly, really; i hate to see them die like this. but it's important work, and... we can't exactly use people anymore. not again. anyways, i raise the rats. keep the babies nice and warm. raising them... i do love that.

arcades-pamelor

[my eidolon can return anything to life.]

ripley cuts her palm, spilling spoiled blood into the salted earth. in a moment of desperation, her lips speak a name her mind has forgotten: arcades-pamelor.

the devil perches, and shuffles a deck of cards.

a game, ripley, to set the terms of our deal?

the devil presents 4 queens. ripley, 4 kings.

for your win, i offer you a simple, and easy deal. one life for another.

ripley is all to eager to offer her own.

clarissa | broken windows, locks of love

[my eidolon wasn't always like this. she... she used to do more. be more. a long time ago – before you knew me, michael – a man broke my heart. it was horrible. she was never the same after that. but we manage. she's always here for me. she's my better half. she always knows what i need before i need it.]

memphis | the star