My Candle Burns At Both Ends

Evelyn tightens her grip on her stick and gets ready to open the door. She rethinks it quickly, puts the greeting stick back in it's place. She runs over to Cage's room.

Desperate times call for desperate measures. And now the time is to borrow one of Cage's knives.

At least she had the good sense to get dressed when she had the chance.

 

The boy is on her heels.

Please roll willpower plus wyrd.

 

Roll(1d10)+0:
7,+0
Total:7

Roll(4d10)+0:
8,6,10,5,+0
Total:29, 2 successes

 

You feel something itching and scratching at the edges of your mind, trying to peel away the edges of your will, to fray it to pieces -

 

Morrigan picks up her pace and her cell phone. Come on Martin pick up, pick up, pick up!

 

A sleepy yawn greets Morrigan as the phone is picked up. "Reed speakin'... w's th' problem?"

 

Evelyn meanwhile uses the 'ol hairpin to the lock method on Cage's door.

(( dexterity + larceny, 2 success))

Roll(1d10)+0:
9,+0
Total:9

Roll(5d10)+0:
5,4,6,10,2,+0
Total:27

 

"You got someone in your building I'd like you to meet. And bring your best summer friends okay?" She answers back, voice clipped as her heels click upon the hallway floor. God I hope someone is on the office.

 

Evelyn jimmies the lock, gaining access to Cage's room of treasures.

 

"Mmmmngh. How's I just bring Des an' her pistol? 's that 'nough fer you?" Martin grumbles, and Morrigan can hear him kicking off his blankets.

 

Sweet. Sorry Cage, I'll make it up to you later. Evelyn opens Cage's cabinet of murderous implements and selects one that looks small enough to hide in a sleeve and big enough to kill with. Time to show that little fuck how Stella got her groove on. Evelyn rushes out of the apartment after her double, closing the door as she leaves.

 

"More is better, but it's your choice." She responds, gait uninterrupted.

 

"Blah blah blah, oh, it's up to me, as long as the problem's gone, righ'?" He yawns again, and you hear the jingle of a belt and a huff of air. "Deeees. C'mon, get up. You might hafta shoot somebody fer fuckin' with a renter."

 

"Mmmm. Which floor?" A sleepy voice oozes down the line.

 

"First, I'm showing our guest the office." She answers he's still behind me right?

 

Evelyn stalks after the pair.

 

He is, in fact, still behind you.

Uncomfortably so.

 

"I'll be down in a mo', hold tight."

He hangs up.

 

Morrigan chews her lips and hurries along. Come on, come on, come on, comeon,comeon,comeoncomeoncomeon.

 

The office is within reach of the stairwell, so that's good, at least -

But you can hear his steps growing closer as it comes into sight, as his fingers brush your hair -

Roll Willpower.