More trouble with the Crash Zone Goons....

This time, Tee-ya the future-seer is able to procure a vision into the sand at her feet, using a broken mop-handle to draw symbols in earth. "Danger-strangers have stepped back onto our lands! The far north cries that its essence is being drained away!

Squatting by Tee-ya, Kalfou takes in the words of the spirit guides as channeled through the seer. "Perhaps an example. Like all predators, they seek easy prey. We will show them they must search elsewhere for that," he says, standing up. "Drum for me!" he asks of the tribe around him, pulling a flour bag out of one of the storage barrels.

He proceeds to outline the symbol most familiar to those of the faith, the symbol of Obatala, master of the crossroads, the light side of Kalfou, the Loa, and, at its base, another familiar veve, the one of the Loa of Thunder and War: SHANGO.
"Your children need you," he says, preparing himself for the summoning trance and the subsequent 'riding' as the small tribe around him claps or drums, be it on actual skin drums or empty plastic containers.

Tee-ya takes her part in the [rite] as well, chanting garbled words of Or'zet, English, Latin, and languages biologically ancient to sound like gibberish. She raises her mop-stick and starts to wave it in a circular motion, the drums and other rhythms resonating in the chamber around Kalfou's rite.



<OOC> Kalfou says, "DV for INc Cha is (F/2)-2, so if i cast it at 9, which is overcasting, the dv is still only 2, right?"
<OOC> Hestia says, "Yes, if its round down, which i think it is. So 9/2=4.5(4) -2 = 2"
<OOC> Kalfou says, "it is. OK and I'd cast spellcasting + magic, and drain is cha+Magic?"
<OOC> Hestia says, "Im looking at summoning drain, it says its willpower plus charisma for you"
<OOC> Kalfou says, "ah right"
<OOC> Kalfou says, "ok, so lemme see here. I'll roll all 13 dice for the casting, and then drain will be 5+3 (i assume i check drain before the effects of the new charisma, right?"
<OOC> Hestia says, "Your going to boost the charisma first right?"
<OOC> Kalfou says, "yea, so i'm rolling INc Cha right now."
<OOC> Hestia says, "The pre-boost value is used for that power, then the post-boost value for the summoning"
<OOC> Kalfou says, "makes sense. Let's ee what happens, I may tae drain "

GAME: Kalfou rolls 13 dice: 1 2 2 2 3 3 3 4 5 5 5 6 6 (5 Hits) <+roll/verify <pass> to set verify>
GAME: Kalfou rolls 8 dice: 2 2 2 3 3 3 3 6 (1 Hit) <+roll/verify <pass> to set verify>

<OOC> Kalfou says, "OK, so I take 1 drain BUT my trauma damper kicks in, so bye bye drain "
<OOC> Kalfou says, "and now i have 8 cha. right?"
<OOC> Hestia says, "Yes boosted by 5"
<OOC> Kalfou says, "OK, so now for the summons. I'd roll conjuring (4) + power focusage + magic. Right? And drain is cha+wp +whatever powerfcus juice i don't use in the summoning, right"
<OOC> Kalfou says, "The first roll at -2 for sustaining, but not the second because it doesn't count for drain damage. Or does it?"
<OOC> Hestia says, "It doesn't count for drain, just spell success"
<OOC> Kalfou says, "Cool."
<OOC> Hestia says, "prolly perception/assensing too ^_^"

<OOC> Kalfou says, "im going to summon a guardian spirit then"
<OOC> Hestiawill roll the 7 dice against you after your rolls
<OOC> Kalfou says, "OK i'll go for max juicyness. I'll roll 4+4+3 for 11 then we'll deal with drain. So i'd only be rolling 9."

GAME: Kalfou rolls 9 dice: 1 2 2 2 3 3 3 4 5 (1 Hit) <+roll/verify <pass> to set verify>

GAME: Hestia rolls 7 dice: 1 1 1 3 4 5 6 (2 Hits) <+roll/verify <pass> to set verify>

<OOC> Hestia says, "Aye, he resists your call"
<OOC> Kalfou says, "I'll have to try harder, after drain check "

GAME: Kalfou rolls 13 dice: 1 1 2 2 3 3 3 4 4 5 5 5 5 (4 Hits) <+roll/verify <pass> to set verify>

<OOC> Kalfou says, "no drain"
<OOC> Kalfou says, "I'll continue the ritual and appeal for Papa Ghede instead"

Tee-ya freezes and holds her mop stick straight up as a cool wind blows through the chamber. The drums continue.....

GAME: Kalfou rolls 9 dice: 1 1 1 4 5 6 6 6 6 (5 Hits) <+roll/verify <pass> to set verify>
GAME: Hestia rolls 7 dice: 1 2 3 3 4 4 5 (1 Hit) <+roll/verify <pass> to set verify>

<OOC> Hestia says, "4 services"
<OOC> Kalfou says, "4 net hits. And, incrdibly only a DV of 2?"

GAME: Kalfou rolls 13 dice: 1 2 2 3 3 4 4 4 4 5 5 6 6 (4 Hits) <+roll/verify <pass> to set verify>


<OOC> Kalfou says, "I now have:"
<OOC> Kalfou says, "a 13 body, a 10 agility a reaction of 11 and strength of 12. and 14 points of hardened armour."
<OOC> Hestia says, "Plus dual natured and immunity to normal weapons eh?"
<OOC> Hestia says, "But papa Ghede is in control now, if i understand correctly, of Kalfou's mind"
<OOC> Kalfou says, "NOt to mention the movment power. Which with a base movement of 70 means I can WALK at 490. Running is 980...that's about 165 meters per second. And I believe that translates to almost 588 kph?"
<OOC> Hestia says, "Or his body, not his mind. You feel like an observer in your own shell"
<OOC> Kalfou says, "yea, it's like a rigger running a drone"
<OOC> Kalfou says, "voodoo is so broken..."
<OOC> Kalfou says, "Yea, checked the math, just over 350 mph with the movment power..."
<OOC> Kalfou says, "HAhahaahah"
<OOC> Kalfou says, "OK, should I do one super pose for all this?"
<OOC> Hestia says, "Yea, you can take flight ASAP"
<OOC> Kalfou says, "and the thing is, I also have shitloads of drugs...with which all ths would stack I think?"
<OOC> Hestia says, "Drugs would stack but its up to the loa to use them"
<OOC> Kalfou says, "Yea, I'd trigger them before hand. because the loa can't trigger the injectors in the cyber arm. In fact, the cyber arm hangs at his side unless I strap it, which i will, as part of the pose."
<OOC> Kalfou says, "as i understand posession, when you're the summoner it's differnt than when you're a devotee that's 'rideen'. I have drone commands. In other words, "I'd say: let's go to the borderland and find the Crhomes. that'd be the first service, right? Then the battle would be the second service?"


As the ritual continues, Kalfou calls on his Patrons, first appealing to Papa Legba, the Grandfather at the Crossroads, pouring some rum on the sand.
Papa Legba seems to open the gates to the crossroads, as evidenced by the breeze that blows through the mop of the seer...
Kalfou then takes a monumental breath, and goes about his ritual preparations.
First, he uses his three arms to bind the cyberarm behind his back, tying it in place with two long white pieces of fabric.
Second, he raises his primary right arm, and holds it up to the sky...from along the bone slides out a cyberspur which gleams in the night lights.
Third, he begins his ritual, invoking the help of Shango.

"Mighty Warrior, Lord of Thunders, come to my aid!"" he invokes, attempting to bring forth a colossal loa, as evidenced by the effort shown on his brow and carried in his voice.
Again, a breeze and nothing more floats through the Jungles, and Kalfou hangs his head, "So be it," he says, humbly, and turns to the spirit of Papa Legba presiding, which only those who can astrally perceive would see.
The old man grins at the Fomori, motioning for him to continue by stretching out his arms.
Kalfou is encouraged by this, and drawing himself to his full height, and now with full understanding of what the Loa wish of him, he summons that most dangerous of spirits, Papa Ghede, patron of Death.
Once again, he pleads for a spirit of utmost power, and this time, he is not disappointed.
In fact, the loa who appears seems eager, raising his top hat and offering a stylish flourish and bow to Tee-Yaa before merging with Kalfou's body, which now seems to glow, if only momentarily.


Tee-ya, closes her eyes, and lets the mop stick fall through her fist to strike the ground, letting out a resounding !smack!. The drums and clapping stop, Tee-ya holding out her hand towards the spirit, then bringint it close to her chest as she calls out the name. 'Papa Ghede' followed by a high pitched and on point wailing song, spinning her hand in a circle as she chants for prospect of the will to come.

Tee-ya's chanting stops, and she hisses sharply, which seems to send panic throughout the mobs gathered and sending them into the shadows. The Future - seer opens her eyes, and they glow with the burning colors, swirling in reflection of the combined aura of Kalfou and Papa Ghede. She speaks.

"Papa Ghede. Tee-ya Speaks for the one known as Kalfou, whom you reside inside. I have heard of the way the land cries for our help, as we the children of these lands who owe that service. Papa Ghede only you can defend it for us, as the ones known as the man of Chrome are not the threat in which we fight alone. The man of chrome must be stopped from coming back, for we fear what may come! Grant us this wish, mighty PAtron of Death, as only you can do.....

 Tee-ya Starts to chant again, her eyes' color piercing right into the face of kalfou, facial expression twisted with an entirely different set of finer muscles, he seems unrecognizable save the full shape of his body and more elaborate effects of SURGE. The dual-entity stands upright, saying nothing while nodding with similar respect as when the loa first appeared, before bending his knees....

A wind returns but it is not the one of premonition like before, no, this gust is -leaving- the chamber, a warm blink of motion. Where the tribe-warrior once stood, is nothing but steep imprints into the ground, not far from Tee-ya's first scribbles. The future-seer stands after a few minutes, letting out a deep breath once the ceremony has completed in stride. "And so, the vision is making itself clear on this world......"


What you see is a blur of motion and a feeling of ecstasy that exists in your mind only in times like these, when the flow of power which you share is called into action. Papa Ghede knows the way, as he should. His feet, your feet, leap from ground to wall, your view a cinematic spin as even the exposed floors outside of chambers between domes become your bouncing point. The destination is towards the north, where sensations of a mass of people are growing close.......the direction is a ramshackle building, once a maintenance facility for the domes and now a blight-claimed safehouse for some of the squatters who come in from this direction.......



..Closer...closer...

A bright burst of dust surrounds you when the rush of motion stops, vision returning to show your feet standing on a chipped and faded tile floor, inside the compound. You feel your body straighten, and as your head is tiltedup to survey the room, creatures begin to be tallied in your mind. Papa Ghede seems to imbue his thoughts into yours only momentarily, and the combined information of eyes and ears heightened to the extent that they are begins to paint the picture as to what has been going on. Of the 12 or so gathered thugs, dressed in ragged biker attire affixed with scrap metal pieces, razorwire, and some wearing vicious looking masks of chrome exposing only their eyes and mouth, only 4 of them have now wet their pants. There was no sort of warning of the threat , such as K-PG, really brings to their little 'party'. Once can see that there are many deep pits cut into the tile, with discarded, crude pickaxes and jury-rigged ancient looking construction tech nearby. They must have been taking a break from whatever work it is they are up to....


The dual natured being that is Kalfou-Papa Ghede stands in the middle of the killzone, or what would be the killzone if Kalfou was here alone. But he is not; Papa Ghede rides the mutant, and Papa Ghede now speaks:

"Greetings, my fresh little corpses. One of you will live. The first one who kills one of his brothers will be spared to send a message: Do not even DREAM of expanding your territory, for we walk even in dreams, and will decorate our homes with the flayed skins of those who would encroach upon our sacred lands."

His voice, dual as he uses his pseudo manifested voice and Kalfou's vocal chords is eerie and multitonal. And now he waits to see the reaction, an avid student of human nature...


One particular metallo-punk spits on the ground, though his stained synthleather pants show this is a reactive show of courage to K-PG's entrance. " The frag? Eat some fraggin ferrocrete ya freak. " He happens to carry a piece, and he raises the colt manhunter's laser sight to shine onto the commanding creature, and he fires off a shot

The bullet bounces off and takes out a dot of concrete on the wall to the left of the Fomori, who now smiles hungrily, without mirth.


The offending ganger lets out an audible gulp, just as his mate behind him smashes his skull in with a rusty old pipe. Chaos starts to ensue as the others are deciding what is the best course of action. A few go to pull the one who was quick to betray off mr. shot heard round the world and the rest of the group mobs onto the fomori.

Papa Ghede must have his own opinion as to the pathetic nature of these gutter-rats, but then again, the times he has seen must hold an incredible weight in balance for the bigger pictures to come....

The ears of those present pop as the air pressure changes due to the speed at which KPL moves. One second he is standing in the centre of things, the next two things have changed: One ganger has no head, and is sinking to the ground, the second is that another ganger now has that first ganger's head impaled in the weapon he was holding...

This only continues the flow of tension that chaos can bring. Chaos might as well be what whoever does indeed get out of this situation calls the beast known as Kalfou- Papa Ghede. Before the skull-encrusted crowbar can be discarded, the wielding ganger notices a huge gash through his side, blood coming out from his mouth. An arm, belonging to his longtime friend Tony, covered in tattoos, as well as the mans known knife-arm, is next to him, drenched many types of blood. Spinning around, sending specks of red out in a circular pattern on that old, dingy, and cracked tile floor, this next to pass ganger can see others who have been cut by Tony's arm, one across the face, and Tony himself passed out dead on bloody shoulderstumps....
A heartbeat later, a huge Fomori hand grabs the heads of two gangers, and brings them together like two rotten eggs, in a wondrous explosion of brains and skulls, as the gangers continue to drop.


Already their numbers have dwindled, one betrayed, another maimed. One ganger beheaded, two others, scar embedded. The knife of their maimed friend the culprit. With the two exploding skulls, 5 remain, one of whom was the one to heed Papa Ghede's word. He is the ganger scrambling for the window, where an old industrial vent-screen hangs by one screw.

A ganger who is beyond the point of comprehension of his own future, starts up a jackhammer. A beefier Chrome Goon, this fellow tries to drive the pulsing piston into K-PG's side, who is still clutching bits of scalp and tissue from his recent attack...

These are the last bits of visual memory Kalfou has while inhabited by Papa Ghede.  Later, the fomori finds himself outside of the domes, in the northernmost section of territory, writing something on the wall.  This is the first breach of Plastic Jungles outerlands from the Crash Zone. Hopefully this message will remind them things are not as easy as they may think...