It is the start of Day 3. I am 1600 words behind benchmark. I will be more if I don't write the full 1600 tonight. (I have to do 1600 words per day to make 50,000 in 30). Now I am very happy with what I have written so far. There has been an absolute minimum of rewriting or editing "in page" as I have advanced the text. I think because I am going slowly, my mind has time to compose the piece before it flows down.
To speed this process up, I am going to start GMing the scenes before I write them. I can present the scene as I would GM it. I will then speak the scene, like I would be prepping a cue card for an upcoming scene in my campaign. Once I go through it once, I will know what works in the scene. And the joy of doing it verbally, rather than writing and re-editing is that it is faster... by a factor of 10. So wish me Luck, I am at it right now.
I check the main accent braid in the mirror. It is thick and straight, running along the side of my face. The red ribbon I always weave into it looks good. The rest of her long straight brown hair was down and held with a head band, rather than that uptight bun she normally wears it in. Sure I could have an Eternal Life Church Priest adjust it and me for a small fee, but spending the time to braid my hair helps settle me into this life. It marks the difference between me, the Avatar, and the separate sleeper and ka.
With that being good, I check my gear. I adjust my boot some. The thigh high reddish leather boots and the scantily covering strap clothing suggests a very old profession, other than wing riding. Given the temperature here when compared to Canyonâ€™s average 41c, it is seems impractical. I wrap myself in an Irish style cape ready to go. It covers over my exotic, for this sphere, outfit, gives me the illusion of being protected from the cold of The City, it keeps me fitting the look of The City, and is not that cumbersome for travel. In short, it is perfect.
I like traveling insanely light, one jump bag is it. The cloak will actually fill most of it after being folded and will be my sleep roll while there. I snag they keys by the door and head out.
I am around the corner and down a block or two before signaling a cab. I am careful just to make sure no Shadow Gyld can trace me back home. They will always search out avatar homes trying to score charmed gear and coyns. Given that the cops and roobers game the Gyld and Proctors play on this sphere, in addition to the personal drama events normally set here, the risks are pretty high.
The cab pulls up, I get in. Then I realize the driver is an avatar as well. Of all the luck, I get a driver probably playing the â€œMad Taxiâ€ game.
â€œI should get another cab.â€
â€œNo worry, I am not even close to winning right now. For a few extra coyns, I will even drive normally.
â€œIn that case, Central Station.â€
After tipping the man who still went way, WAY, to fast, I merged into the throng of the station, still busy with late commuters. I donâ€™t catch any other travelers, though I do see an Eternal Life Church priest in the crowd. Sure he is dressed like a Christian priest; but the mundanes canâ€™t see his slightly green skin tone, glowing green eyes, and florecent green accents. Only an avatar could see that halo glow, and the halo of any other denizen of the Eternal Ring.
I head towards the train that leaves every thirty minutes. The Charmed Veil keeps the throng from noticing. The doors open and I step up and in. I can feel the train pull out, but I am not on a train. I am in a good sized room, the train is only the cover for the Gatepoint that lead elsewhere on the Eternal Ring. Two very bored looking three starred blue wearing Guardsmen standing right by it. I head on over, but they simply shake their head. They point to a five star Proctor standing over against the wall. His proctor blue glowing with near flourencent glow that shows he is an avatar and he is affiliated with The Proctors.
â€œKayla, wonderful to see you again.â€
â€œWhat do you want Mylon.â€
â€œNothing all that difficult this time. A courier delivery, if you can. It is for an Avatar on Canyon, if you see him.â€ He handed me the small envelope. It was Proctor Blue. It was also heavy.
â€œIt is not a normal message or warrant Myron. They are weightless, it is not. This is charmed, they are not. â€œ
â€œI thought you were not versed in charms?â€
â€œI have been around The Eternal Ring long enough to know of all the basic charms even if I donâ€™t practice any. And this is not one. I am not taking it if I donâ€™t know what it is.
â€œYou always used to take my messages and warrents.â€
â€œThis weekend is special. I am busyâ€
â€œSo is this warrant.â€
I cocked an eyebrow and gave him a smirk.
â€œAll right. Itâ€™s not a normal warrant, informing an Avatar of Proctor rulings or councils. It is not even a normal summons, which would pull them to a judgement gate if they transferred or gated. One Hunter Two Claw has been staying active on Canyon for ten days. He is not using the gate, so I canâ€™t catch him there. He is not returning to the Akashic, so I canâ€™t catch him as he returns to his avatar. He is living there. I figure you know the place and the people, spending so much time there. You might be able to find him. You give that to him, open, and he is recalled to a special holding point. He will be unable to transfer his Ka and the form will be held. Donâ€™t give it to anyone else, unless you want them to share his fate. â€œ
â€œOoookay Myron,â€ I said. This was major charm stuff, seldom used since the weeks of the Luna Guild purges. Given the name, he probably was a â€œtroublesome reminantâ€ of the Luna Gyld. I really do not want to be involved, but it is Myron. I owe him. â€œI will see what I can do. No promises. The Grand Prix is MY main concern. â€œ
â€œI understand. And, hey, good luck with that event.
He hands me the envelope and something else. It is a marker, a blue gyld patch the size of my palm with one star.
â€œYes, you might need to prove you are an agent. If you get caught with that enveloped without it, it could be â€¦ complicated for you. â€œ
I nodded. â€œThanks Myron, Iâ€™ll be in touch. Remember to bet on me. I am going to win.
With Myronâ€™s approval, I walk past his two guard dogs. I pass through the archway, up the one step to the platform to the large red gate star. Like my little agent star, it is an eight pointed star, with emphasis on the 0, 90, 180. and 270 points. I willed it so, and I shifted to the next gate point on the Eternal Ring.
>>1596 +1000 for day, -1600 for month.
Notes to self- This part is not bad, but it will be better.
a) Change the room where the GatePoint is. Add some more stuff to it. It is big and empty. Maybe it is an echo of the big room of Grand Central Station.
b) The transition to Myron, he needs to be waiting there... of course how does he know she will be going there? and we need him waiting somewhere important...
c) A bit of stage direction might be nice.