Rifts - DMH - Juke Joint Wendy
Re: Rifts - DMH - Juke Joint Wendy
Jazeabel starts to drift back to when she would be Wendy she thinks good times coming back to reality she looks at megdalen well let's see if we can stay out of trouble and head to town. She looks at him and asks y the military is after him while headed to town. She stretches out her sense to c if see can find out anything.
Re: Rifts - DMH - Juke Joint Wendy
Jezebel’s gaze drifts, unfocused, as memory pulls her backward to Wendy. The name feels like a ghost brushing past her as soft, familiar, and painful stories. She remembers laughter, shared meals, the Sheriff’s easy smile, the warmth of belonging before suspicion and betrayal carved everything hollow. The recollection tightens her chest, and she forces herself back into the present with a sharp inhale. “We should keep our heads down and get to town,” she says, voice steady but edged. “Why is the military after you?”
A faint ripple brushes against her senses; something supernatural, distant but unmistakable. Not a dragon, thankfully. But something old is a distance away, possibly watching them.
Maggie’s expression shifts, the boyishness fading into something older and heavier, “When I was very young, I met a man named Drake,” he begins, tone measured. “He and his group, the Blue Angels, took me in. Treated me like family. I spent a year traveling with them, learning their ways. But Drake… he was a wanted man.” He pauses, eyes narrowing at memories that clearly cut deep, “He’d been a commander in a war against the Coalition Army. We crossed paths with elite squads more than once. Lost people. Good people.” The silence that follows is thick, deliberate.
“Being a child among them drew attention,” he continues. “Drake trusted me with this necklace. Said I should guard it while he searched for the others. He wanted me safe.” Maggie’s fingers brush the pendant, and something in his expression shifts into uncertainty, maybe even unease. “I just find it strange,” he murmurs, “how the universe seems to revolve around him. Not that he wants it. Likely the opposite. It just… does. Drake is an intriguing man.”
A faint ripple brushes against her senses; something supernatural, distant but unmistakable. Not a dragon, thankfully. But something old is a distance away, possibly watching them.
Maggie’s expression shifts, the boyishness fading into something older and heavier, “When I was very young, I met a man named Drake,” he begins, tone measured. “He and his group, the Blue Angels, took me in. Treated me like family. I spent a year traveling with them, learning their ways. But Drake… he was a wanted man.” He pauses, eyes narrowing at memories that clearly cut deep, “He’d been a commander in a war against the Coalition Army. We crossed paths with elite squads more than once. Lost people. Good people.” The silence that follows is thick, deliberate.
“Being a child among them drew attention,” he continues. “Drake trusted me with this necklace. Said I should guard it while he searched for the others. He wanted me safe.” Maggie’s fingers brush the pendant, and something in his expression shifts into uncertainty, maybe even unease. “I just find it strange,” he murmurs, “how the universe seems to revolve around him. Not that he wants it. Likely the opposite. It just… does. Drake is an intriguing man.”
"I plan to live forever. Or die trying..." Vila - Blakes 7
Re: Rifts - DMH - Juke Joint Wendy
Jazabel looks at him as he tells her the story while feeling similar to drake in some ways. She says drake sounds like an interesting person, think u will c him aging? As magdalen and jezabel talk she shifts the conversation to what I sensed far outwards continuing to town.
Re: Rifts - DMH - Juke Joint Wendy
Jezebel feels a strange kinship with Drake, like they’re cut from similar cosmic cloth. “He sounds interesting. Think he’s aged much since you last saw him?”
Magdalen gives a thoughtful shrug, the kind that suggests he’s contemplating the lifespan of stars. “Maybe. Humans age faster than I do. Just like cats and dogs age faster than you. I should probably get used to having friends… and then losing them.” He drifts into a brooding silence, looking like a philosopher trapped in a young body.
They keep walking toward town, boots and bare feet crunching through snow. Finally Jezebel breaks the quiet. “Back at the lake… I smelled something unnatural. Not close, but definitely there.”
“You mean not from the old world?” Maggie smirks, clearly enjoying the topic. “Yeah. Unless it’s evil, don’t worry. Unless it’s also stupid. That’s when it gets annoying.” He glances at her, checking her reaction. “Relax. We all die eventually. But not today.”
Another hour passes. Jezebel’s cold resistance finally gives up as she starts shivering hard enough to rattle her soul. Maggie notices immediately. He opens his mouth to comment, but a voice booms from up ahead, “What are you two idiots doing out here in this weather? You’re barely dressed!”
An old woman rides toward them on a pitch‑black horse, bundled in snow pants, a massive fur coat, and a stocking cap with earflaps. She looks like winter itself decided to become a person. As she trots closer, she digs through her saddlebags and triumphantly produces a stack of blankets like she’s unveiling treasure.
Maggie sighs, already bracing for embarrassment. “Is there any way you can hide your face?” Then inspiration strikes. His eyes widen. “Pretend you’re blind! You’re my mom!”
Magdalen gives a thoughtful shrug, the kind that suggests he’s contemplating the lifespan of stars. “Maybe. Humans age faster than I do. Just like cats and dogs age faster than you. I should probably get used to having friends… and then losing them.” He drifts into a brooding silence, looking like a philosopher trapped in a young body.
They keep walking toward town, boots and bare feet crunching through snow. Finally Jezebel breaks the quiet. “Back at the lake… I smelled something unnatural. Not close, but definitely there.”
“You mean not from the old world?” Maggie smirks, clearly enjoying the topic. “Yeah. Unless it’s evil, don’t worry. Unless it’s also stupid. That’s when it gets annoying.” He glances at her, checking her reaction. “Relax. We all die eventually. But not today.”
Another hour passes. Jezebel’s cold resistance finally gives up as she starts shivering hard enough to rattle her soul. Maggie notices immediately. He opens his mouth to comment, but a voice booms from up ahead, “What are you two idiots doing out here in this weather? You’re barely dressed!”
An old woman rides toward them on a pitch‑black horse, bundled in snow pants, a massive fur coat, and a stocking cap with earflaps. She looks like winter itself decided to become a person. As she trots closer, she digs through her saddlebags and triumphantly produces a stack of blankets like she’s unveiling treasure.
Maggie sighs, already bracing for embarrassment. “Is there any way you can hide your face?” Then inspiration strikes. His eyes widen. “Pretend you’re blind! You’re my mom!”
"I plan to live forever. Or die trying..." Vila - Blakes 7
Re: Rifts - DMH - Juke Joint Wendy
Jezabel grabs Maggie's hand and wait till the lady gets closer then ask him "who's there hunny" looking aimlessly around. jezabel hoping this works thing not to over play it. Jazabell let's Maggie take control and follow his lead.
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Jezebel grabs Maggie’s hand confident that she’s about to perform community theater in the middle of a blizzard. She waits until the old woman gets close, then tilts her head dramatically and asks, “Who’s there, honey?” while staring into absolutely nowhere. She’s praying this works and praying even harder she doesn’t overdo it. She lets Maggie take the lead, because if anyone can sell a lie with confidence, it’s a dragon posing as a naive young kid.
“It’s a nice older lady,” Maggie replies, as Belle approaches with the slow, judgmental trot of someone who’s already decided these two are a disaster.
She hands down blankets like she’s distributing charity to the world’s most unprepared hikers. “Here! Good grief, you two! How did you get this far from town without warm clothes?” She sounds angry.
Maggie lies without blinking. “Well, we were part of a work crew, and they realized my mom can’t see. So they kicked us out of the transport.”
She squints at him, confused. “Work crew? From where? No one from town is working in this weather.”
“We’re from Dillton,” Maggie says, doubling down. “But only barely. Our friends couldn’t afford to help us. I just wanted a nice place for my mom and me to live.”
She softens immediately, because apparently Maggie’s tragic backstory generator is extremely effective. “Well, come with me. I’m sure I can give you a warm bed and some hot soup for tonight. My name is Belle.” She points up the road like she’s guiding lost puppies.
Maggie, never missing a beat, asks, “Do you have candy too?”
Belle sighs, but in the fond way adults do when a child asks for dessert before dinner. “I’m sure we can figure something out.”
“It’s a nice older lady,” Maggie replies, as Belle approaches with the slow, judgmental trot of someone who’s already decided these two are a disaster.
She hands down blankets like she’s distributing charity to the world’s most unprepared hikers. “Here! Good grief, you two! How did you get this far from town without warm clothes?” She sounds angry.
Maggie lies without blinking. “Well, we were part of a work crew, and they realized my mom can’t see. So they kicked us out of the transport.”
She squints at him, confused. “Work crew? From where? No one from town is working in this weather.”
“We’re from Dillton,” Maggie says, doubling down. “But only barely. Our friends couldn’t afford to help us. I just wanted a nice place for my mom and me to live.”
She softens immediately, because apparently Maggie’s tragic backstory generator is extremely effective. “Well, come with me. I’m sure I can give you a warm bed and some hot soup for tonight. My name is Belle.” She points up the road like she’s guiding lost puppies.
Maggie, never missing a beat, asks, “Do you have candy too?”
Belle sighs, but in the fond way adults do when a child asks for dessert before dinner. “I’m sure we can figure something out.”
"I plan to live forever. Or die trying..." Vila - Blakes 7
Re: Rifts - DMH - Juke Joint Wendy
Jezabel wraps up in the blanket before gently tugging. Maggie's arm and tell him " to mind his manners " in a quit but stern voice, then she looks up blindly apologizing for Maggie and thanking belle for her kindness in a soft voice. Jezabel tells Maggie to lead the way let's get dinner then maybe some candy. She herself secretly wishing for candy frist too.
Re: Rifts - DMH - Juke Joint Wendy
Jezebel wraps herself in the blanket like the tightest burrito ever created. She tugs Maggie’s arm with quiet authority. “Mind your manners, Maggie,” she grumps in soft sternness. Then, blinking around like she’s lost her glasses, she adds sweetly, “Thank you for your hospitality. Excuse his rudeness, please.” Secretly, she’s praying for candy before dinner.
“Oh, it’s fine!” Belle chirps. “We live on the edge of town. Here!” She tosses down a pair of slip‑on shoes for Magdalen. “I’m surprised your feet haven’t frozen off!”
Maggie slides them on, grabs Jezebel’s hand, and beams. “Lead me there! We’ll eat a nice meal... and maybe some candy!” Jezebel sighs like she’s raising a toddler with wings.
Belle leads them through miles of countryside until a weather‑beaten sign creaks into view, "Welcome to Fort Hammer." Instead of heading toward civilization, Belle veers right, because of course she does, toward an old horse farm. Horses in blankets graze like judgmental spectators. Beyond the fields looms a large house, the kind that whispers family secrets and overcooked roasts.
“Wait here,” Belle says, stabling her horse, Midnight, naturally. Because every mysterious horse is named Midnight. Inside, the walls are lined with family photos. One shows a blonde girl riding one of the brown horses, smiling like she’s never had to outrun zombies. Must be Megana. Belle ushers them onto a sofa so comfortable it feels suspicious, then disappears to cook.
OOC: Please see her pics here: viewtopic.php?p=3229&sid=be335c766add03 ... 7178#p3229
Soon, the air fills with the smell of roast beef, mashed potatoes, and buttered vegetables. A scent so divine it could convert atheists. “Do you two like bread?” Belle calls.
“Yes!” Maggie shouts, practically vibrating. “And peppermints too!” Jezebel swears she can feel her soul trying to escape the embarrassment. He sits, fidgeting, eyes locked on the grandfather clock like it’s counting down to doom. He leans toward Jezebel and whispers, “I only have a few hours before I change into my true form. What do I do?”
“Oh, it’s fine!” Belle chirps. “We live on the edge of town. Here!” She tosses down a pair of slip‑on shoes for Magdalen. “I’m surprised your feet haven’t frozen off!”
Maggie slides them on, grabs Jezebel’s hand, and beams. “Lead me there! We’ll eat a nice meal... and maybe some candy!” Jezebel sighs like she’s raising a toddler with wings.
Belle leads them through miles of countryside until a weather‑beaten sign creaks into view, "Welcome to Fort Hammer." Instead of heading toward civilization, Belle veers right, because of course she does, toward an old horse farm. Horses in blankets graze like judgmental spectators. Beyond the fields looms a large house, the kind that whispers family secrets and overcooked roasts.
“Wait here,” Belle says, stabling her horse, Midnight, naturally. Because every mysterious horse is named Midnight. Inside, the walls are lined with family photos. One shows a blonde girl riding one of the brown horses, smiling like she’s never had to outrun zombies. Must be Megana. Belle ushers them onto a sofa so comfortable it feels suspicious, then disappears to cook.
OOC: Please see her pics here: viewtopic.php?p=3229&sid=be335c766add03 ... 7178#p3229
Soon, the air fills with the smell of roast beef, mashed potatoes, and buttered vegetables. A scent so divine it could convert atheists. “Do you two like bread?” Belle calls.
“Yes!” Maggie shouts, practically vibrating. “And peppermints too!” Jezebel swears she can feel her soul trying to escape the embarrassment. He sits, fidgeting, eyes locked on the grandfather clock like it’s counting down to doom. He leans toward Jezebel and whispers, “I only have a few hours before I change into my true form. What do I do?”
"I plan to live forever. Or die trying..." Vila - Blakes 7
Re: Rifts - DMH - Juke Joint Wendy
While eating dinner jezabell uses read auru and asks belle about the town, and ways to make money here also if there is somewhere outside I could meditate in privet while using hypnotic suggestion on belle stating it's normal and ok.at some point jezabel asks Maggie if he can retransform right away and how long it lasts
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Dinner simmers in the kitchen while Belle does what all older ladies seem genetically programmed to do: conduct high‑stakes gossip calls. She laughs in those surprised little bursts, like she’s hearing scandalous secrets about someone’s cousin’s neighbor’s dog. Jez and Mag can only catch words here or there but hear the cackling clearly. Pots clank, silverware jingles, and outside the window the horses are apparently hosting their own Olympic tryouts, galloping and frolicking like they’re auditioning for a musical, with playful neighs.
Jezebel leans closer. “How long do you have to wait before you can change back?”
Magdalen shrugs, “Bout ten to fifteen minutes. I’ll step out, hide behind something that isn’t alive, change, find a ley line, convert back, then sprint home like a man evading taxes. That should give me most of the day again.”
The fireplace crackles warmly, throwing cozy light across the room. Maggie nods at Jez, then tiptoes toward the door with all the stealth of a raccoon stealing cat food. “Stay here. Keep her busy,” he whispers, sneaking out like a cartoon burglar.
He’s gone for barely three minutes when the front door swings open. Jezebel straightens, expecting Maggie’s triumphant return. Instead... nope. A younger, blonde woman storms in, looking like Megana’s older, more stressed-out sister, but with Belle’s unmistakable, “I can fix anything with soup” energy. She freezes when she sees Jez, then yells, “Mom! I swear I just saw something HUGE in the sky! And who’s the bald person on the couch?”
Belle appears around the corner, drying her hands like she’s been wrestling a roast into submission. “Oh! That’s Maggie and Jezebel. Found them miles north, practically dressed for spring break in a blizzard. I brought them in. Jez is blind as you can tell by her eyes.” She scans the room, her smile fades, “Oh no… where’s your son, Jez?”
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Jezebel leans closer. “How long do you have to wait before you can change back?”
Magdalen shrugs, “Bout ten to fifteen minutes. I’ll step out, hide behind something that isn’t alive, change, find a ley line, convert back, then sprint home like a man evading taxes. That should give me most of the day again.”
The fireplace crackles warmly, throwing cozy light across the room. Maggie nods at Jez, then tiptoes toward the door with all the stealth of a raccoon stealing cat food. “Stay here. Keep her busy,” he whispers, sneaking out like a cartoon burglar.
He’s gone for barely three minutes when the front door swings open. Jezebel straightens, expecting Maggie’s triumphant return. Instead... nope. A younger, blonde woman storms in, looking like Megana’s older, more stressed-out sister, but with Belle’s unmistakable, “I can fix anything with soup” energy. She freezes when she sees Jez, then yells, “Mom! I swear I just saw something HUGE in the sky! And who’s the bald person on the couch?”
Belle appears around the corner, drying her hands like she’s been wrestling a roast into submission. “Oh! That’s Maggie and Jezebel. Found them miles north, practically dressed for spring break in a blizzard. I brought them in. Jez is blind as you can tell by her eyes.” She scans the room, her smile fades, “Oh no… where’s your son, Jez?”
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"I plan to live forever. Or die trying..." Vila - Blakes 7