#ccsemberclub

And Emerson feels the power of the urn, he may ychoose wwhich to release in which body, if he's strong willed enough

(In short, he 'choses' but makes aa WP roll as he directs. A failure botch may mean it tgoes to a different body. Have fun)

/roll 7

OOC Roll for each soul?

(Well yes, but first, where is he sending the first one and what kith is it?)

He locks wills with one soul, and with his eyes and intent, guides that soul towards a warm enchanted body

It's not hard, they're desperate for bodies. But it is nice he can assign them. In some ways it's like showing a long lost cousin the PERFECT guest room for them

Brandy, appropriately enough... he sends the Clurichaun to her.

With a name like Brandy, she IS kind of inviting it. The Clurichaun dives in and the mortal soul is swept away ina swirl of silver, glamour flows all about everywhere.

/roll 7

Come, pooka... he invites, and makes eye contact with Corola.

To his surprise, while she's still recognizable, Brandy's fae soul seems to make some adjustments to the body! The woman loses an inch in height and her black hair gains red highlgihts, at least to enchanted eyes. Her green eyes sparkle "That bastard... years of service and he left us to die"

The poioka spirit wiggles wiggles and attacks the teenage tennis athlete

again another mortal soul bounced out, and oh Corala , the NEW Corala looks curious as she runs her hands over herself "Mine... yes well, it always was" Her tail flashes about. Definitely a cat

/roll 7

She eyes Emerson and says "If this is about the rebellion attempt, it was her doing" She grins at Daphne

Th
e redcap soul is the next attempt but....

So distracted, he loses his focus for trhe next soul and target.. it could go anywhere...

Well, the redcap grew impatient ad leaped for the biggest strongest body it could fine. Ethan screams like a girl as the soul bites his throat and sinks in... changing his form and taking over with a hunger "About fucking time. If I ever see that elf I'll eat his damn eyes"

/roll 7

Of course that may or may not be who emerson had as a target

He locks onto the next kith spirit and this time sends it towards the right host

'Right' being which ever body he picked

The woman gasps as the satyress seizes the body. She wasn't really fighting for her own identity anyway... the dream dances are going wild and he realizes now CC is focusing to try to control the excess glamour itself, which si why the picking is up to him

"Oh I CAN FEEL again. I was going mad, mad mad" The satyr who took over Daphne breathes in the air

/roll 7

Well theree's only one left... and it is fitting perhaps that he saw Angela trying to 'sneak' out

Come out for just a moment, my quiet friend, and take shelter. he invites the last soul politely.

Looking at Angela.

As if to say This world better have tea the sluagh stretches out, and slides into Angela, who fights at first ,then seems to accept that she's going elsewhere

Gently, he caps the urn and sets it down safely.

the voice changes first to a whisper "the storm is running wild"

ANd CC is trying to focus it, channel it to the fire below... trying to prevent bedlam on arrival

And is having trouble.. "Crap"

their bodies are changing a bit more... not just seeming but mortal flesh. "They mayh not look like their hostss if this keeps up" CC says

Chimerical music blares all around...

"What do you need me to do?" he goes to her side.

Emerson sees chimerical gangsters forming as the club draws on 1920s dreams

That's when Emerson sees a deadly set of C sharps launch towards CC! Like throwing knives

"Shall we take them to the 'Fire, would proxim..." he starts, then when he sees the threat he pushes her out of the way!

He slams her on her well toned rump! for her own good

And the chimera slash at HIS ARM...