The Changing Winds

We've all done this enough times to know how this works. Play, Post, Enjoy. Also this is the first time I'm planning on using "seeing" for the first time as a SH.

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Agent Reston

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[Lydia Storm wakes up steady beeping of the heart rate monitor. Looking around she sees a few lab techs monitoring dozen or so machines all monitoring her vitals. On her arm she can feel the cold metal of the P.T.E. Bracelet. From the far corner of the room the door slides open and Agent Reston walks in. He's the one that's been overseeing her training for the last two years and the one that recommended her for P.T.E. Enablement.]
Congratulations, Agent Storm. You've survived the enablement process. It might take some getting used to, but I assume you've read all the material so you should be prepared for that.
[He walks over to one of the machines and glances over the information on the screen.]
According to this, you should be up and about soon. That's good since you've been requested for a mission. As soon as you're cleared by the doctors I need you to come to my office for a briefing. Understood?

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Lady Luck

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[Yury steps out of the terminal to a warm rush of dry Nevada air.]
Welcome to America, Yury. I haven't seen this place in a very long time, it hasn't changed a bit. I think we will have quite a bit of fun here. I'm excited for this next job.
[Though Yury can feel that something is making her uneasy. It might be the fact that they don't know who their employer is, though it must be something big since his employer flew him first class to Los Vegas for a face to face meeting. Even stranger, when he arrived he was waived past security. They had even shipped his car with him.]
Well, the meeting isn't till tomorrow, so what do you say we go and enjoy ourselves for awhile, what do you think?

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Lydia Storm

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Yes sir. Momentary discomfort, disorientation, and increased sensitivity to psychic phenomena.

[she tries to feel out for her spirit.]

{Did they give me a silent one? Or just some goo? I was hoping for one of the silent ones. Some actual spirit to be pumped through me instead of a meatloaf combination...}

[Whether she gets an answer or not, she tries to feel out for what she might be able to do. Checking the gadgets that she is prepared to use to channel the abilities of the spirit.]

{Pacifier, Null Field, Biological Denial, please. Something to fight with!}

[She gets up slowly, testing the strength of her legs and flexing her muscles in her arms and back]

Looking forward to it sir. I'll be there as soon as I'm able.

{Maybe soon they'll stop calling me daddy's girl... My father may have been an agent, but that didn't help me. He didn't teach me anything. He taught me to read and helped me start studying fashion design. And now, that doesn't matter}

[she shakes the thoughts from her head]

{You aren't Daddy's Girl. You're Agent Storm. And you have a job to do.}

[she tests her body again. And then nods] Send in a doctor. I want to get out of this dreadful gown and into something decent again.

[she disable the suppressors on her implants]

{Hey, wake up. I need to know what I've got poking around in there. My name is Lydia Storm. Don't poke around in my head or pis me off or I'll put you back to sleep.}

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[Looking out the window of the limousine, Preston can see desert that stretches to the horizon. Every so often he can see the elderly man driving the car glance back at him in the rear view mirror. The old man is Westworth, and he has been serving Preston's family for decades. He's seen some very strange things in his years of service, but he still seems to be unnerved by Preston.]
We will be arriving at the school shortly.
[It's not easy to get kicked out of a school your family owns, but Preston managed it. After several "incidents" several of the teachers quit and many of the other student's had been pulled out by their parents. Though this isn't the first time this has happened, Westworth still insists on trying to school him with other children. He seems to believe Preston must learn to socialize if he is to take over the family business. So it's off to another boarding school.]
Is there anything you need sir?

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Preston Adelson

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(Reminder to adjust for the factor that Preston's parents are dead and he is under care of a guardian.)

[Preston holds hands with his spirit, staring out the window. Desert, brushes and small plants, this place is nothing like the lush forests he remembers from his early years. So many bugs there. In the Mansion he left behind. It's a torrid and nasty place, the endless sand and brush. Still, bugs are here. Even in remote or desolate places they send him to find a new school: insects are everywhere.]

The desert assassin bug launches onto it's prey and injects a a poison that liquefies the tissue. It's prey melts from the inside. Like with spiders.

[Preston turns to the man, looking at the back of his head so hard as if to pierce the skull. His hand to his side seems to be clenching air, to the man's perception. But Preston can feel his spirit's hand holding his. She's sitting next to him, quietly looking out the other window. She's been a bit more quiet since his father died last year and they left the Mansion. Preston swallows, moving his lips in non-committal gesture.]

You won't give me any dangerous weapons or dead bodies or anything else fun. So no. I don't imagine anything I would need. Other than the basics.

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Yury Konstantin

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Amerika!!

[he spreads his arms wide, and declares, quite loud]

Yury has arrived! Haaa!

[he winks at the elderly couple who leer at him as they hurriedly climb aboard their taxi]

Yes! Beeg burgers! Beeg titties!! Amerika!!

{I say yes, me-Ladee! Let's find us some girls, huh? Some booze, a little blackjack maybe? Fat bitch-ees? Look, I know we didn't do our usual background check on our latest wealthy patron, but that's part of the fun! It'd be boring to know everything -live dangerously! Plus, Amerika! How could I have said no? There're only so many broken eastern european girls you can do before you start to feel bad for them, you know -I mean, I was, you looked like you could have kept doing it forever, hah! I say, let's find us some girls here who're into it because they like it you know? Because of daddy-issues instead of orphan-issues, know what I mean? YEAH!}

[He walks to the nearest guy who looks like a car valet -even if he's probably not]

Hello my frend, where is my Mustang [he slips a 20 on the guy's front pocket] and where is the nearest casino with good action going on and beautiful girls? I have all day to kill, baby!

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Spring Heeled Jack

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Good morning sunshine, looks like they finally decided to dust me off and give me another try. Don't mind me, I'll just be crawling around up here. Just call me Jack, Spring Heeled Jack.
[Lydia can feel the entity in her head. It feels like fire pumping through her veins, and she can feel a deep, dark anger.]
Disappointing, I thought they would saddle me with someone with less daddy issues, but I suppose it beats cryo.

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[As miles of desert pass by in the window, Preston notices several dead animals on the side of the road, all crawling with insects. The car pulls off at the next exit and soon they pass a sign that says "Everton Preparatory Academy". The driver pulls up to a the curb and steps out onto the sidewalk in front of a large, blocky, grey building. Westworth opens the back door and gestures for Preson to exit.]
We've arrived sir. And if I may make a suggestion, do not hold your hand like that, It's ungentlemanly.

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[The man looks genuinely confused, though he keeps Yury's money.]
Bro, I think the Vallet lot is that way? And if you're in town for fun, you need to visit Caesar's Palace. Great Drinks, beautiful girls. The whole deal. Thanks man.
[With that, he walks away, still rather confused.]

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Lady Luck

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I don't think we'll have to look far to have some fun here. Beautiful girls, strong drinks, handsome boys, right, you're not into that. You don't know what you're missing.

Well, what are you doing waiting here? Lets get out there and have some fun!

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[Meanwhile the doctors put Lydia through a battery of tests. Running on a treadmill, firearm accuracy, cognitive function. She finds all the tests to be incredibly easy, except for the psychological examination at the end, which was tedious as always.]

[Afterwards she is given her clothes back and told to report to Agent Reston.]

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Yury Konstantin

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Caesar's then? Okay! Sounds gud buddy -thank you! [he grins and waves to the guy as he walks towards his car]

{Yeah, I'm not into boys, for sure! Well, at least not in the same way you're into girls, eh! I mean we!} [Yury has always suspected Lady Luck is some sort of succubus... or debauchery demon, or -something dark would make sense given the cryptic warnings Scavenger gave him back in the day, which he gleefully ignored, and still ignores to this day. He never asked her, and he never cared.]

[She's a good partner. She's game for anything, she loves sick and crazy stuff, she's loyal, she's fun, she looks good. She makes evil feel damn sexy. That's all he needs to know, that's all he cares about. Her private life, her past, whatever sins she commited, whatever she did or did not do that made her into this dark temptress queen-of-babylon-vampirella-type -that whole baggage is all her own. He doesn't judge. He respects it. He enjoys it. So what if his childhood friends all say that she's corrupted him? They don't know him -they don't know shit. They don't know that he's always enjoyed sick stuff, even before she came along -she just gave him a little push, that's all. Hell, it might be that this is what makes them compatible. Yury smirks at the thought. If she really is as dangerous as they said, if she really "turned him to the dark side" as they said, if there's really going to be hell to pay someday for all the illicit fun she's given him over the years, as they said, well, fuck it, it was worth it. He'll pay it gladly when that day comes, and sign up for a renewal: there's just no way he'd give up on his cyber-occult-punk-hedonism-Bonnie-and-Clyde gig now..] {But there're many ways to screw people, you know? The subtler ones I do enjoy with both boys and girls! They say this desert attracts all sorts of desperate people -we're gonna have us a few sheep for dinner by this time tomorrow, I bet you.}

[He has a grin on his face as he turns the engine on, in his car. Soon enough he's speeding through the Nevada desert with a Moscow license plate on his way to Caesar's Palace, wondering just how far is America going to let him have his way before things start to get really fun...]

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Preston Adelson

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[Preston nods, standing up straight, sliding his backpack on. He smiles to the man, who had been there by his father's side all the way up until his death.]

You are right. Thank you, sir. I forget sometimes how to infiltrate the commonalty and their social practices.

You always served my father well.

[Preston nods to him, then places his hands at his sides. They still move a bit, his fingers are always restless. Without something to do the fingers flex and rub each other in slow circular motions. In frustrated states they tap finger tips. The doctor once called it hand flapping or "Stimming". It was a nervous condition.]

Am I to board here? I assume, being so far from home.

[A sigh escapes him, and he stands tall and mentally prepares his human mask to blend in among the orthodox thinkers.]

So be it. Do take care of yourself.

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Lydia Storm

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{Don't think I won't hesitate to put you back under. You're a weapon, not a friend.}

[She imagines herself talking to him. Dressed in a suit and tie with a gun holstered on her hip like her father used to wear. A fedora resting on a table between her and the entity. She didn't mean for a hat to be there, it just made sense. In her mental picture, a single light shines from the ceiling. Like an interrogation room.]

[She talks to him as she goes through her tests. Feeling the new strength and ability. Enjoying the feel of power. She isn't sure how that power will help her, but she knows she'll need it.]

{So you've been used before? Tell me what you can do. Different entities have different traits and I can either work with you on learning them or I put you under and use you as a personal battery and see what turns on.}

[When the tests are over, she gets dressed in her suit and Deal With IT Sunglasses. Makes sure her small over the shoulder bag, purse, has its usual supplies, and then gets herself straightened out and presentable before heading to her first briefing.]

{Always look professional. You can spend all day shoveling shit, but you clean up when you meet the boss.} [a bit of advice from one of her parents, but she doesn't remember which anymore.]

[She flexes one more time and feels the sub-dermal implant at the back of her neck. Then, she heads to her briefing.]

Who you gonna call? [she says as she leaves the room. Her shoes taping along the tiles, polished to a shine. She walks with confidence and determination, back straight, eyes forward, fast pace that's just faster than walking.]

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[As the sun sets, Yury can now clearly see the bright lights of the city on the horizon. Suddenly, behind him he can hear the scream of a police siren. Glancing in the rear view mirror, he can see the flashing lights of the police cruiser following him.]

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[Without a word, Westworth gets back into the limo and drives off. A few minutes later a tired looking middle aged woman walks out of the building and approaches him.]
Hello, you must be Preston. I'm Miss Worth, follow me and we can begin the tour.
[As she shows Preston around the school, it appears to be very much the same as the other schools he had attended. It had classrooms, a cafeteria, dormitories. Though as the tour presses on, Preston begins to notice the school has an unusual number of security cameras. The tour comes to a close and Miss Worth leaves Preston in his dorm room. It's a small room with only the basics, a bed, a dresser and a desk. With that the woman leaves Preston to settle in.]

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Spring Heeled Jack

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You can shut me up if you want sweetheart, but you can't turn me off. They didn't tell you? Nah, why would they? Even if you push that button, I'm still here, watching, and listening.

But we should try to get along for now. The longer you live, the more time I have before they stick me back in the tube. As for what I can do, I'll show you firsthand once we can get out of here. I always hated this place, all the plastic and glass, nothing to burn.

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Lydia Storm

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[she engages the suppressors and she keeps walking to her mission briefing.]

{Think you're so strong? How'd you end up in a tube if you're so great?}

[she hums in her head as she walks. Something she used to do when she was little to help her focus. This time, she's running through a song that lists the 50 US States and Capitols.]

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Agent Reston

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Come in Agent. Have a seat.
[Reston's office is decorated with a lifetime's worth of medals, and plaques. They cover the walls and most of his desk.]
Now I'll be frank with you Miss Storm. I don't think you're the best candidate for this mission. It's not that you lack the skill or talent, but you need discipline. I've seen far too many young men and women cut down on the battlefield because they were sent into the field before they were properly trained. But you were requested directly by my bosses boss. So I don't have any say in the matter.

[He pulls out a file and puts in on the desk in front of her.]

Adrian Campbell the Third. He was a prominent member of the Greater Thelma Society. Three days ago, he was murdered. We need to know how any why he was targeted. The details are in the file, any questions?

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Lydia Storm

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Are there any contacts for me when I arrive? And where am I going?

[she flips through the files, making mental notes of the places and names that stand out]

I'd wager it was infighting in his organization. A power struggle. Maybe one of their rituals gone wrong. [she closes the file]

I'm on it sir. [She stands and nods to him] I'll leave immediately.

[she walks out of his office. Being careful to maintain her posture and confidence.]

{Shoulders back, eyes forward. A murder investigation as your first mission. Not bad. Your usual supplies should be in your car. Just double check those. Refill them if there's any that ran out.}

[She heads out of the complex to find her vehicle. She double checks the gear she keeps ready there, and then she heads out to the location of her investigation, wherever that may be. Once she's clear of the complex, she turns on the radio to a pop station and she drives.]

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Agent Reston

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Your destination is Las Vegas, Nevada. It shouldn't take you more than a few hours to get there. Once you are there you will meet with out G.T.S. contact for a briefing. You are to report any information you obtain directly to me. And before you leave, here are some things you will need.
[He hands Lydia a small box, inside is an Accelltrix encrypted smartphone, several badges Identifying Lydia as F.B.I., N.S.A., and a few other agencies, and two small vials of green liquid.]
And be careful out there, you don't want to know what kind of paperwork I have to fill out if you fail. Good Luck.

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Lydia Storm

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{So, Las Vegas? This should be an interesting trip. And Hmmm... green stuff?}

[she examines the vial of green as she drives]

{Is this the stuff for the implants? The power source? Maybe he sent it in case I need an extra boost.}

[She drives on through the desert. Letting "Starships" carry her towards her destination.]

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Preston Adelson

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I do not like this place.
Audrey: It's the worst jar they've stuck us in yet. My little Benny. Are you sure we should be so subtle?
[Preston smiles and checks the contents of his backpack. He checks his dresser and bed and then sits on the bed lotus position.]
Father said that if we give in to the impulse without power we will be crushed. Society dispises the abnormal. So like a lurker we plant our eggs and hide. When our armies grow we show our faces and be ourselves.
[Audrey explores the room. Not human, unseeable to all but the touched, she unfolds her body into it's insecticide form and starts crawling up around the wall.]
Audrey: So boring. I have so many pleasures to show you when you're free of thsee jars.
[Preston nods. He lets his mind and spirit curl inside his head and body. He calls it the cocoon, his teacher called it meditation.]
You may be a Queen, Audrey, I may be your King in mind. But this body is larval and we have years to grow.
[Audrey has found her spiritual nest in the ceiling corner, where she will return every night while they are here. Sensitives will feel uneasy for it but only the truly gifted will behold the true horrific sight.]Audrey: Very well my King. My kind has waited endlessly and will wait as long as it takes.

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Spring Heeled Jack

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[While driving, Lydia can feel something in the back of her head. Like an itch right behind her temporal lobe. It's faint, but it continues in the back of her mind as she drives. She realizes she never disengaged the mute module after her meeting. In the distance, she sees a figure. It's still too far out to make out details, but their hand is extended in the universal hitchhiking handsign.]

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Lydia Storm

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[She disengages the suppressors for a while. Not too keen on talking to him, but still a bit curious.]

{If you piss me off, you're going right back to sleep.}

[she slows down and pulls over. Her car silent as a shark as it moves to the side of the road. She locks her glovebox just in case he tries something. And feels under her jacket, running her finger over the cool metal of her gun.]

{Never hurts to be careful.}

[she stops about ten yards past the hitchhiker]

Come on! I'm heading to Vegas! So if you aren't going there, then you aren't riding with me. And I'm kind of in a hurry!

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Hello little ones.
[Stepping into the room, seemingly out of nowhere is a man. His face is covered in bandages.]
Pleasure to finally meet you.
[He walks to the center of the room and turns to Audrey's cocoon, examining it with his blank eyes.]
I wouldn't get too comfortable if I were you. There's a storm on the horizon, one that's been brewing for decades. And it all starts tonight. Are you ready little one?

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Preston Adelson

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[Preston narrows his eyes.]

If you were here to kill me this seems rather elaborate. How did you get in here?

Perhaps- nevermind. You're telling me there's an exit from this place?

And what's this about starting tonight? You an augur? A soothsayer? Ready for what?

[Audrey stares back down at the man, chittering her mandibles. Preston grabs his backpack tightly.]

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Presto!
Rolled 2d20. Result: 9, 16 = 25.

Yury Konstantin

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[Yury had T.A.T.U. blasting out the stereo speakers, and had rolled back the retractible roof -yes, the Mustang is convertible! And he was enjoying quite illegal speeds down I-15, feeling the very dry and hot desert air rushing about -so very different from Russia, when he noticed the flashing red-blue lights...]

Ah, the Politsiya!! Saving me a trip -so convenient everything in Amerika!

[He grins and speeds up for just a moment, with a chuckle] I kid, my frend! I kid! [he then slows down and starts to pull over by the side of the road. He winks to the officer through the rear view mirror right before the car stops. He shuts down the engine, and keeps his smile as he sees the cruiser stop right behind him. He digs around in the cluttered mess that is the back seat until he finds something that is approximately the right size and shape for his plans -an old Etch-A-Sketch. He places the toy inside the glove box, and he keeps an eye on the approaching officer through the rear-view mirror.]

My frend, I'm so very sorry! [says Yury, his elbow resting outside the door as the cop approaches] I forgot to change the license plate of my car -it still says Moscow doesn't it? Hahaha, I'm new to Amerika! Just got off the plane back there, but no worries, I have an american license plate too, yes? Right here [he pulls it out of his luggage by the passenger seat] Everything was arranged, everything is in order -from the same person who arranged my flight, as you will soon see...

{It's what you won't see what's fun, officer...} [thinks Yury, as he Presto's the cruiser's laptop with the etch-a-sketch in the glove box..]

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Spring Heeled Jack

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Aaaaaaaand we're back. I'll try to be a bit more civil. You know, you remind me quite a lot of your father. He had a temper as well.
[With the mute module disabled, Lydia can feel Jack in her head again. Though now it's more subtle, less invasive. She's adjusting to having someone else in her head.]

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[As Lydia pulls past the hitchhiker, she can see he's wearing a white hoodie and blue jeans. As he starts walking towards the car, she can see a strange red pattern on his left sleeve, though it's hard to make out until they get closer. Once the figure is level with the back of the car, Lydia hears a sharp pop and feels the weight of the car shift. The man lunges at Lydia, he has a weapon!]

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