[k-run] Post NYC game - Feb 4, 2006 "Watch the world Die"
...and he is alone atop the Empire State Building. He looks down at the city and sees the light of cars move like blood cells in the veins and arteries of the city. Stop lights set the pulse of the city. The living thing breathes and thinks, and beside the God of Cities, New York stands silent. The City Mother reflects her city. Green fishnets, tatterred miniskirt, book in one hand, torch in the other, tattered crown on her head. The Whore of Freedom, the Lie of the American Dream, Liberty through chains. She loves them all, but they made her the way she is now.
That's the price. Your Village makes you who you are.
i am still living with your ghost
lonely and dreaming of the west coast
i dont want to be your down time
i dont want to be your stupid game
He thinks about her. The silent treatment. Wandering off with Nan. Refusing to help Abaddon, Roland and Lucy because he was with them. Not wanting to look at him. Not even responding when he baited her.
When did we revert to junior high?
Like you should talk. You left her in the hisil to sit on her ass.
You should have brought her back through. Let her see you were the bigger person.
But then that would mean admitting she's still a person to you, wouldn't it?
with my big black boots and an old suitcase
i do belive ill find myself a new place
i dont want to be the bad guy
i dont want to do your sleepwalk dance anymore
i just want to see some palm trees
i will try to shake away this disease
The Shaman takes care of the village. He saw his village in micro-scale at the gathering. Owl, Gypsy, Nan, Asha, Iovis, that queer Raver kid. Off to the side and ignored. Alone, even in a village of the outcasts. His people. Individuals that can make something much stronger as a single entity.
I see you. You aren't alone. I won't let you be alone and ignored. I promise. The strongest Magic is the simplest act of being human.
we can live beside the ocean
linger far behind
swim out past the breaker
watch the world die
One thousand arms.
Protector of those who cannot protect themselves.
The statuette resonated with him.
A face of Buddha.
There is always a Shaman.
There is always one who looks out for those on the fringes.
Maybe that's my destiny...not a true destiny, but rather one passed from generation to generation. There must always be a shaman.
i am still dreaming of your face
hungry and hollow from the pain you took away
i dont want to be your good time
i dont want to be your fallback crutch anymore
walk right up you brand new day
your same horizon in my own weird way
The Counsilor's blood was still in the corners of his blade. Dried red stains. Owl went for blood, he went to incapacitate. The difference between an Arrow and an Apostate. One tries to protect magi, even against themselves. The other has no order and structure. But that was the way of the whole thing...no order or structure. Antibodies running about the system without understanding what infection they were fighting against.
He looks at the City Mother and asks one question,
"We fucked up, didn't we?"
i dont want to be tha bad guy
i dont want to do your sleepwalk dance anymore
i just want to feel some downside
i just want to find some place to be alone
She is too polite to answer and just smiles sadly. He turns away from her and watches a hawk try to eke out a living in the shadows of skyscrapers. He watches it try to keep the winds from shaking apart its nest. Trying to find something to eat without venturing near the two legged organisms that claim to own this place.
He thinks about the Acanthus in a box. Lucien. He thinks about the vision. He thinks about the reactions of people when S-G told them the vision.
Who will you listen to more easily, the Devil or girl who doesn't know the Devil whispers in her ear?
we can live beside the ocean
linger far behind
swim out past the breaker
watch the world die
The Paladin found his Muslim demons; he slaughtered the Tremere without even thinking, without a thought towards consequence.
Don't you get it Roland? Scoliosis Chick's vision wasn't about the Seers coming into New York. It was about the Seers already being here, the Seers using a pack to do its work. Wolves aren't tagged as ownership, you tag a wolf to track its movements. The Seers aren't the wolves...we are. Magi run in packs too. We gave the skeleton his last soul, and then he stepped aside and let us through. You killed him, but only because that is what he wanted. Because the chaos brought by order's removal will serve the Seers better...and that means Lucien ain't on our side. Which you should have realized. A thread doesn't pass through the Abyss to get to the Underworld. He's an Ascended Master...and not one on our side.
He watches the city. Its Mother stands beside him and rests a gentle hand on his shoulder. She wants to comfort her shaman, but the night is too cold. He shivers involuntarily, not the cold from the city, the cold sitting in his stomache like a rock.
Why do I let them go this direction? Why don't I tell them what I think? Why do I let them wander down these roads?
oh!
yeah, watch the world die
yeah, yeah watch the world die
wooah, yeah, watch the world die
yeah watch the world die
The answer is simple: Stove. Hot. Just remember that, Kyle, stove hot.
It's the first lesson a shaman has to teach his Village.