[GhostL] Chapter1 - A Ghost from First Class (all)

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  • Brogan(Adric)

    The ghost snatched a small silver locket that was on a silver chain around her neck. It ripped it off after rifling through her pockets like some street beggar finding a defenseless drunk. It will not make it far with that stolen trinket.

    My lightning hook is a bit heavier than standard issue. I asked for it when I saw it in the armory. The main shaft is rather standard, conduits and fuses to control the current, sturdy wires that will survive years of use and abuse. I'm rather proud of the thing. The hook at the end is shaped like a hook from a pirate story, wide enough to curl around a man's neck. It's brilliant to watch the electric current leap across the open space between the curve of the hook when it is alight.

    As for why it's unique to me? Well, I added a few runic shavings, just small mentions of our homeland. A poem, for luck. The fine work took weeks, and I had to ask Arcy for help on some of it, but it looks grand.
  • McKeel (Arden)

    I jump backwards, narrowly avoiding a swinging lightning hook. You know, this is just like that night we snuck into the bullpens. Stampeding people aren't that unlike stampeding cows. Stampeding Bulls. Get it? Of course, there wasn't a murdering ghost on the loose, but still. I shout insults at them, ducking and sidestepping. Isn't this what we were trained for? Skies above!

    That's when I see the conductor. And I can't really hear him, but I focus on his lips. He has rather nice lips. I'd think about that more, but I've just realized that he's screaming "...another one! There's another ghost coming!"

    I utter an oath that would make my mother gasp and press her palm against her heart. Where is Adric? Is anybody doing something?
  • Haig (Arcy)

    Seven feet tall, shimmering and glowing in the light of the electricity, taking on that white-bluish tint. And with the next surge, I see it, swirling in the stomach of this specter. Denser than the rest of the ghost, looking like silk scarves gyrating in there. The surge ceases for a moment, the material slows it spin, and I can just make out the face of Sergeant Moreana, screaming...in fear? In rage? I can't quite tell.

    I hesitate just for a moment before joining Booker draped in his antique Anchor suit. "If you had half the experience that suit has, I'd say we'd be alright. Then again," I point to the embellishments remaining, "that experience may be better suited for working in a museum than on the lines."
  • Moreana’s body crumples at the ghost’s feet. It lifts a silver locket high and then places it around it’s neck. Inside it’s stomach you see, through the tran-substantial essence of the ghost’s body, Moreana. Her eyes are starting to go vacant with despair.

    The ghost scans the crowd. It seems to have locked it’s eyes on someone from first class, is that a gentleman dressed in the garb of a senator’s assistant? Why yes, yes it is.

    Other features of the Scene
    - The charging station continues to crackle.
    - The Bull trainees continue so rush in panic.
    - People are pouring from the first class cars.
    - The conductor has retreated to his cabin as another ghost approaches from the front of the line.


    Booker, you get a sense that McKeel, Haig and Brogan are the only Bulls with enough guts and are ready to support you.

    What do you do?
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  • Booker, what did you do to try to draw it's attention? What did it look like? Also, from the steel yourself list, what was the option that you didn't want to do?
  • Brogan and Haig, you were both fairly close to this Ghost. Now you see it blow past Booker, it marches into the crowd, ghostly claws lashing into the ranks of the scattering bulls. Several of the passengers crumple to their knees cowering, paralyzed with fear now that the ghost towers amid their ranks.

    The Page stands, his mouth sloughed open, drooling in fear. "No, no, they said it wouldn't . . . " You can't quite hear him say this clearly, but you get the impression he is in denial about something.

    The Ghost's mouth seems to grow larger, large enough to eat a person, you think. And it looks hungry, very hungry.

    What do you do?

    McKeel, you and the conductor seem to be the only ones aware of a second ghost approaching. From the gloom along the tracks you can sort of make it out. You have a brief moment to take stock of it. What does it look like? Is it attracted to the train, the charging station or something else?

    What do you do?
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  • Haig, you can tell right away Booker has never seen this type of ghost before. Their existence is not widely known. Why is that? How is it that you were in the know? The unnatural form of spirit must have got to Booker, because you see him start to lose his nerve, he begins to run, just like the others, but he is headed right toward you.

    What do you do?
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    McKeel (Arden)

    I follow the shakily pointing finger of the conductor. The second ghost is coming straight for us, long, long...hair? Something like hair is streaming behind it. And there's something wrong with it's face. At first I think it's got a giant hole where it's face should be, but no. That's not it. That's it's mouth. It's mouth is open so wide, it's taking up it's entire face. Holy goddess! Time to move!

    I start pushing through the stampede, not caring if I smash my pointy elbows into anyone's face. If I can successfully fight my way to the bar at All Hallows on Thrice Eve, I can get through this crowd. I can vaguely see someone standing up to the ghost, and that's where I want to be. I know Adric will be there soon too.

    "THE WRATH OF THE BOOKER!" I echo in a shout at the ghost, finally reaching THE BOOKER's side just in time to hear his challenge. I give him a quick scan, slightly incredulous. What in the name of the Emperor is he wearing? He looks like a walking museum exhibit, and he speaks like one too. But I'm grinning. Cause I've immediately decided that I like THE BOOKER. He's got balls.

    "There's another one coming!" I yell, pointing behind me. Oh, there's Adric. I knew he'd be here too. I give him a crazy wild grin. "Let's do this!"

    I turn to grin at Booker, but...he's...running away?
  • [Haig]

    You mean ghosts aren't supposed to look like this? I'd never been on the lines before, but this fits the description my cousins would give when we were young. Maybe they were just trying to scare me, but looks like it worked out well.

    I notice Booker starting to bolt in my direction. I quickly get in his way and try to force him to turn back to the ghost. "Come on, now, where's that noble spirit? We've got a job to do!"
  • Brogan, Haig has intercepted Booker. Looks like that leaves just you with enough wits and attention to deal with this ghost. A ghost that, even now, descends upon the first class passengers, so far only slowed by a few electrical streams from the train.

    No wait. As you look you see McKeel on the other side of the ghost approaching from the front of the train. Oh, and what is that, another ghost far in the distance approaching on the rails?

    Brogan and McKeel, what do you both do?

    Booker, Haig gets in your way. What was it that Haig did that quelled your fears? Haig made you feel up to facing this thing once more. Was it something he said? Did?
  • [Brogan Adric]

    I see my sister coming from the other side. I can't let her get the glory. I'm hitching up my hook and firing it up so I can hook this damn creature. Look, girl, follow my lead.
  • Brogan, your hook heats as the electrical current brings it to life. What does that look like exactly? Seems every Rook has their own style and tactics, what are yours?

    McKeel, Brogan has his hook fired up. The crowd clears a path for him, relieved a Bull is on the job, but also quite afraid of electrical burns, or worse. He's taking the first few practiced moves to engage this ghost. He looks fluid, strong and . . . what is that? Is he mocking you? Or is he just trying to steal your glory?

    What do you do?

    Haig and Booker, Brogan descends upon the ghost, you can smell the ozone as it builds about him. McKeel is poised and ready to act, whatever she decides to do she'll have done it before you can react. What do you do?
  • McKeel (Arden)

    I narrow my eyes at my brother, my resolve stubbornly hardening. Yeah. I see you, Adric, and I know what you're doing. If you want to steal my glory, you'd better move fast cause this ghost is mine!

    I've drawn my lightning web-slinger. It's humming and crackling in my hands as it powers up. I'm going to bring this thing down, and I'm going to do it first.
  • [Haig (Arcy)]

    Alright, let's see what's really going on here - I slap on my spirit-goggles. The world turns into a kaleidoscope of color before I can start detecting patterns in the blues, pinks, and greens. I start carefully picking my way through the crowd, toward Brogan and McKeel, prepping my standard lightning-hook to help any way I can.
  • [Brogan Adric]

    My hook's current is a brilliant green. I'm not sure why it has that hue, the quartermaster told me the phlogiston that is housed in the hilt compartment colored it somehow. I'm not sure why, to be honest, he used some arcane words to describe the process that I didn't comprehend and I nodded enthusiastically and thanked him for the honor.

    My style is natural to me, aggressive and unflinching. I'm not graceful like my sister, nor do I need to impress anyone with how I do a thing. It need only be done. I use my mass and my strength to push in close, and then I hook the ghost and man-handle it where we need it to go.
  • McKeel (Arden)

    Rolling Finesse
    #DiceRoller( 2d6 )
  • [Haig (Arcy)]

    Rolling Insight
    #DiceRoller( 2d6+1 )
  • [Haig (Arcy)]

    Spending hold 1 of 2 to ask:
    What's really going on here?
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