KC: Squishy Angel Goodness!!
A whole flock of Edmonton folk came down for this weekend's Inheritance game, resulting in one of our biggest and most interesting games yet. I could go on and on about how great the game was and why, but I think that the post and comments on Layne's blog sum it up nicely. So, instead, I'm going to subject you all to my gamer-girl ramblings about my character, because god knows I've listened to enough other people do the same. ;)
Poor Mahalia was absolutely run off her feet. Between playing hostess to Manahem's guests, dealing with the fall-out of McBride's demonic aura, wrangling new Reckons, trying to lend what comfort she could to the dying Fortitude, soothing tempers and breaking up fights (she actually had to pull Sykes off of Xaide at one point. Luckily, Sykes wasn't trying all that hard to actually hit him, because if he had, she certainly wouldn't have been able to do anything about it!) she hit a point where if one more person had come asking her to fix something, she would have exploded.
Not gotten mad, mind you, but literally exploded. Poof! Little bits of Charity everywhere. And she would have been perfectly happy to see someone else clean up the mess, too. I suppose that's what she gets for trying to play den-mother to the city's Fallen.
Which isn't to say that there weren't things that managed to get under her skin. Manahem, for instance. At one point, he barked at her to come and talk to him, "NOW!", and if she hadn't noticed that several of the new Reckons were watching her, she would have told him where he could take himself and what he should do there, King or not. (Thanks, KQ, that was one of my favorite moments of the night!)Instead, she sat down and was extremely, severely civil, if somewhat snipeish. I've always seen her as somewhat old-fashioned, and no one snipes like an old-fashioned lady.
The other was Malphas. Now, she wasn't angry with Malphas so much as she was disgusted with the way he decided to whine about the Deistical's "interference" in his big plan to capture the Angel through predmoninating the city. Mahalia knows that plan is a load of bull, and knows that he knows it as well, and is just using it as an excuse to mess with Grace's Domus. However, if he'd shoved her again and kept screaming in her face, I really do think that she would have had to punch his lights out. (That is, if Vatusia hadn't already done so. If Manahem had come downstairs a few moments later, I think Vatusia would have been using Malphas as a door mat. She's a little protective of Mahalia.)
Suffice it to say that even though Mahalia was ready to go home and collapse by the end of the night, I had a wonderful time, and I can't wait for next month's game.
Poor Mahalia was absolutely run off her feet. Between playing hostess to Manahem's guests, dealing with the fall-out of McBride's demonic aura, wrangling new Reckons, trying to lend what comfort she could to the dying Fortitude, soothing tempers and breaking up fights (she actually had to pull Sykes off of Xaide at one point. Luckily, Sykes wasn't trying all that hard to actually hit him, because if he had, she certainly wouldn't have been able to do anything about it!) she hit a point where if one more person had come asking her to fix something, she would have exploded.
Not gotten mad, mind you, but literally exploded. Poof! Little bits of Charity everywhere. And she would have been perfectly happy to see someone else clean up the mess, too. I suppose that's what she gets for trying to play den-mother to the city's Fallen.
Which isn't to say that there weren't things that managed to get under her skin. Manahem, for instance. At one point, he barked at her to come and talk to him, "NOW!", and if she hadn't noticed that several of the new Reckons were watching her, she would have told him where he could take himself and what he should do there, King or not. (Thanks, KQ, that was one of my favorite moments of the night!)Instead, she sat down and was extremely, severely civil, if somewhat snipeish. I've always seen her as somewhat old-fashioned, and no one snipes like an old-fashioned lady.
The other was Malphas. Now, she wasn't angry with Malphas so much as she was disgusted with the way he decided to whine about the Deistical's "interference" in his big plan to capture the Angel through predmoninating the city. Mahalia knows that plan is a load of bull, and knows that he knows it as well, and is just using it as an excuse to mess with Grace's Domus. However, if he'd shoved her again and kept screaming in her face, I really do think that she would have had to punch his lights out. (That is, if Vatusia hadn't already done so. If Manahem had come downstairs a few moments later, I think Vatusia would have been using Malphas as a door mat. She's a little protective of Mahalia.)
Suffice it to say that even though Mahalia was ready to go home and collapse by the end of the night, I had a wonderful time, and I can't wait for next month's game.
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