>>5283025<span class="mu-s">Turn 2</span>
Demonology Check: Double Success [23] [32] >>5284048 >>5284049
Bluff Check: Failure [88] >>5284048>Yes. Let's chat for a bit, and meet up if we get along.>That sounds good. So, in which part of Miami do you live?You go silent. You didn't expect she would ask you a trick question right as the conversation began. You quickly browse to Google Street View, hoping to learn more about Miami. Unfortunately, when you are hyper focused on a task, you lose track of time. Your dad enters your bedroom. Your dad is a caring man who has raised you on his own.
"I saw light coming from under your door, so I came in. You should go to sleep, kiddo."
"Wait, what time is it?"
"It's 11 PM already."
That's pretty late. You check Kik. The last message you sent to Chelsea was at 3 PM.
"Thanks, dad. I'll go to sleep soon. Have a good night."
"Good night too."
In fact, he's not your biological father; he's your uncle, and has raised you since you were a child. He was never married and, as far as you know, never had a girlfriend, despite his charismatic personality. You refer to him as your dad out of respect.
It's too late to respond to Chelsea, now. When it gets dark, you become a bit of a different person. You can feel the darkness empowered you. Your studies of the dark arts have given you authentic powers. You can perform difficult rituals, read the tarot, and speak with demons on your Ouija board.
You take a black candle from your drawer, and light it up. You take an A4 sheet, and meticulously write Chelsea's name a dozen times. You flip the sheet, and write your own name, with more force, so that it is marked on Chelsea's side. Then, you roll the paper, and make a knot in your hair. You light the candle, holding it by the base with your left hand, and visualize the girl's face in your mind.
<span class="mu-i">She's beautiful. Not as beautiful as I am, though. I don't like her big nose and sunken eyes, and her dyed hair is certainly a problem. But, at least, she's not fat. Well, at least, I don't think she is. It's not easy to tell from an Internet picture.</span>
As you picture the details, the visualization becomes more intense. You think you can smell her perfume: a fragrance of lemon, with spicy notes. You might the paper with the candle, and watch it get eaten by the flames. You recite her name, and your intention to make her yours. You visualize a perfect crystal ball, which represents your future love, until the paper is entirely consumed. You feel that your destinies are now tied.
Before going to sleep, you send her a picture of your Ren doll
>>5283985. In your dreams, you see Chelsea. She seems innocent. She's walking in a park with an older man, who you assume is her dad. When you wake up, you see that you have received a new message on Kik.
