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It was...surprising Kojo had to admit. His surprise wasn't down to a lack of faith in the skills he'd acquired, nor the fame (and infamy) he enjoyed (and bemoaned). He'd played all over, and spread his name. He'd toured the Americas where they would have him, played in hallowed halls all over Europe, enjoyed crowds even in The Orient, and more. His name was known even if it wasn't the name he was born with. He knew the power of music, of sound, of stories delivered on instrument and yet...he was here. He'd played here plenty and yet he couldn't have ever guessed he'd draw this level of crowd in a place like this. He supposed the proprietors o

@AsBloodTurnsEverCold Backstage, Just Before the Curtain The low murmur of the hall could be heard behind the curtain, and a few of the musicians exchanged excited glances as Kojo finished his preparation. One of them, a fiddler with rosin-stained fingers, let out a quiet breath and said, half in awe, half in nerves, “It feels like they're already listening.” Another nodded, adjusting a strap, eyes flicking toward the stage door. “They’re leaning in already, boss man.” Mr. Ward lingered just a moment longer than strictly necessary, hands clasped, watching Kojo with open admiration that bordered on reverence. “Extraordinary

There really isn't a mechanic for that. We just decide if it's narratively interesting for Edmund to notice it or not. Do you want him to be distracted by something that his advanced automaton assistant has decided is not a threat, or would you rather have him enjoy time with those very accommodating ladies? You can write that he heard it or not; he'll have the same information that TIAL-V has. "the hum was soft, intimate, unmistakable. It seemed oddly familiar." You could even say it's like a dream half-remembered. It's up to you.

@IsabellaRose Is there some kind of perception check I can use to notice and/or identify the hum?

Being a monster in the eyes of many came with its own set of gifts. If she wanted a good seat within even a crowded venue, she could take it. People did not crowd her. Moving about, even in a dress, became exceedingly less difficult when a room full of people split a path open, and they did so without need of input. Fear was a valuable tool when harnessed correctly. There were plenty of disadvantages of course, and she had endured those throughout most of her life, but doing so made it all the easier to abuse the advantages gifted to her all while avoiding the annoying feeling of guilt that might otherwise accompany such actions. She had earn

the free hotel: I (your mother) worked her ass off for a week long vacation at the grandest resort in the world for me and my son! However upon entering we discovered its true secret. All clothes are banned. Sex is encouraged and embraced as long as you consent (or not!) you can fuck anyone anything anywhere I got this plot from Reddit Idk the og source tho. But dm me if interested! if this didnt interest you feel free to suggest something else!

Jumi had looked before and looked again, there were the subtle differences of course, though it was still Mitsuko’s appearance. It was also not completely clear what happened, what Mitsuko was. The sword was apparently part of her now, and the power within it. But… “The power of the sword makes her goddess?” She asked with some skepticism. She did not doubt it changed her, maybe made her more powerful, but was there really enough power in it to make her comparable to one? Did that goddess put so much of her power into the sword, or was it more complicated? Something divine but distinct from her? But then what was causing the differenc

Reika eyed Mitsuko then Jumi, wondering if she had seen her well enough but perhaps this whole situation distracted her. "Oh, did you take a good look at her? Put the sword aside for a moment, focus on what is in front of your eyes. The bath she has been put inside was not only for the sake of giving her more power. Surely you could see what only a few eyes may notice.", Reika said then moved behind Mitsuko to hold her close, making sure to display her body for others. "She has been reborn, in a way. Remember when I said that... Her body has gained the magic of a goddess and therefore has become one herself. So to speak... Who would not like

Missy feigned a respectable shock, covering her mouth with a slight turn of her black-gloved hand to half-obscure her smile. "I know exactly what you mean, Jane. It's like he sends his very soul out to ride on the music. When Carlo performs, I also find myself exceedingly... moved." Capping the comment with a conspiratorial glance to the younger woman, Missy turned her gaze back to the stage. And her mind strayed to the memory of her first time hearing Carlo Amankona. Millicent Fisher had often played the medium and described the sensation of her spirit drifting unmoored above her body like a buoy on the open sea to gawking marks around

Edmund Blackwood surveyed the grand hall from above, a cacophony of fleeting emotions and simple desires, it was quite the turn out, anyone that was anyone seemed to have made it. 'Assuming our singer doesnt disappoint it should be an interesting evening.' Edmund thought to himself His focus then shifted to the redhead next to him. Slowly, he traced his thumb over the swell of Vivienne's breast, his touch was hot and electric, and her whole body jerked in response. A sharp, shaky gasp tore from her throat as her nipple hardened instantly against the silk. A fresh wave of wet arousal flowed from her nether regions. In the back of her min

Millie had been unfortunate enough to become acquainted with Mister Sloan her very first Month in Prospect Junction, and from the very start had seen the snake behind all smiles and well-mannered business acumen. As time went on, he stopped even bothering with the mask- why would he even need it anymore? She was trapped in debt to the man, and there was little the tinkerer good do to get out from under his thumb without a huge windfall. It's part of the reason she had started taking those jobs with the Exchange. 'One bad decision into another,' she thought glumly. There was a solution. There was always a solution. She just needed to think it

The air was electrifying....and yet a little strange. His eyes closed just a little hiding those strange orbs as he listened to the hum of things. Life, as it were, was music in its own way and its bore its crescendos and went through its calandos it was all performance. Constant. It was hard not to notice when the crowd would hush and the previously excited atmosphere would shift just a little. Kojo would peel back the certain just a little and peer out. It was hard not to notice the wide-berth certain segments of the crowd gave a short, pale woman with golden hair and eyes of fire opposite his own. A figure of myth even if it was merely rum