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I stared up from the pitch-black ground.

I stared at the eye looking at me. It was roughly the size of a minivan.

I gave the most controlled 'I don't care expression.' And said "what is this?"

It looked amused ans-

-OWww-

- that hurt, seriously if you're going to convey a message via telepathy at least be gentle about.

Apparently, this was my Jumpchain provider. It even nods when I address him, wait a minute.

"Can I please modify my body mod before we start?"

It shook to the left and the right.

"Come on I made that when I thought it'd be ironic."

It shook no again.

I opened my mouth to try for mercy again until i felt my mouth tingle then it stung.

The scent of iron hit my nostrils as I felt my mouth fill up with familiar hard shapes.

One lodged itself into my throat i immediately sat up and hacked up the out the white pieces that were my teeth.

#Cough ##Cough#

Teeth were spat out to the black floor and my fingertips and toes flare up with heat.

My entire body burned, head pounded, and sweat poured off of me.

I tried to push myself up but cried out as my gums stung horribly.

I couldn't help the wince a I saw a finger nail pop off.

My thoughts blanked as everything burned.

It felt like my back was being stretched and getting pulled in two sides.

I think my hair was falling off,

…..

...

...

My tongue felt sharper hard shapes where my teeth should be, from the tips of my hands i stared at the wicked talons poking out.

Curly strands of snow-white hair hovered over my eyes.

With a groan, I glared at the eye that shrugged at me.

It blinked at me as I stood; in a poof of smoke a mirror appeared showing me my new look. I stared at my modified body.

Wild curly white hair, tanned feline ears with tufts of hair poking out from the inside. The abs that I already had were more defined, the stubborn belly fat that refused to go away was at last vanquished.

It was then I realized I was in my white beater and boxers. My legs were furry or were of a furries…

Two white lions like tails flicked in irritation. The golden cat like eyes glowed brightly.

I groaned.

I liked darkstalkers and may have had a waifu crush on Felicia until I OTP'ED her with Talbain.

The wild mane of hair that was cool, I guess. My mouth opened and I had the fangs of a predator….

It looked like some kind of Inuyasha expy.

I face-palmed.

This mod was from years ago and left to rot in a drive somewhere.

I glared at the eye and ", what do you mean it doesn't- oooohh no not that place he-hey let me change the sequence."

It shook no I took a step forward and fell into the darkness.

I had to be dreaming.

I hoped I was dreaming.

Because if I wasn't dreaming then I'd actually be here.

I'd been staring up this grand ephemeral Gothic styled castle. I'd be staring at the castle drawbridge as it descended towards our procession of strange men like beasts in chains. I'd been watching as the silver gates rose upward.

The ogres, the scary and dusty skinned men reminiscent to, but not exactly, boars herded us in. Their armor gleamed in the strange misty light of the sun in the green sky.

If it wasn't a dream I would have been in chains, if it wasn't a dream, I'd been one of those beastmen. if it wasn't a dream, I'd been a child instead of a man. I'd have had two tails, I would have had cat-like ears, I'd have plantigrade cat legs, clawed toes and all. I would have had talons instead of fingernails.

Except, I felt the gravel as they stabbed into my feet with each step. The air and smells were too real to be a dream. The sting of the collar biting into my neck with each tug reminded me that this was no dream.

I held back a whimper as I felt the steel dig into my neck again.

It was real.

I shook my head, I had to keep thinking otherwise I'd go insane.

I glanced around and noticed that there were other creatures, humans in chains. They looked scared as everyone else, some of the creatures were resigned.

I really needed an explanation, but it seemed like a really bad time to ask.

The noble people were coming and they were beautiful.

Creepily beautiful, like CGI in real life. Ephemeral perfection, a bad sign, a really bad sign. ike I think I fell into some demonic crack in space.

Most people would call this heavenly, but that was for people who never dealt with occult nonsense. True evil knew not to be ugly when appearing to a target. It preferred making a great first impression before turning on you.

This smelled of bad juju, I had to trust no one.

A skeevy looking finely dressed man spoke in a grandiose voice shouting ", the grand auction is now beginning, lords and ladies our stock is quite the haul this season."

He stood on a small stage connected to one of the carriages. The guy was not bad looking but not great either. That top hat with a coin in his hand, I stared at the coin.

It felt really familiar for some reason, but I couldn't place why.

"There is also a gem hidden in the common stock, I'll discuss the details with the pricing if you locate such an interesting find," the man announced with great cheer.

The lords and ladies gained a look of interest.

I sat in the corner, my eyes to the ground to not draw attention to myself.

I watched as a normal scared blonde kid cried as he was dragged off by a matronly being.

I took a deep breath and the instant I did I felt a presence behind me.

A strong hand snatched my head and turned it. The visage of a bespectacled elderly lovely woman took up my vision. Her grey eyes stared into mine, then her head swiveled around like a bird as she grabbed me.

She was about to shout to one of the slavers.

Then a voice like chime stated ", my what is that?"

The few captives near shrunk back from me.

A woman who had this slender build in yellow finery with long deep dark red hair walked up to us.

She stared straight at my eyes.

Most likely they stared at my soul or something.

I wasn't happy at this development. I tried to look away, but she held my chin.

"How interesting-'"

The red head was shoved back by the elderly woman.

The older woman snapped ", I saw it first!"

That caught the attention of others and I could feel eyes on me. Eyes that were ambivalent at first glance.

Then zeroed in on my existence in curiosity.

I'm not sure why I knew this, but I did.

The bespectacled elderly woman snarled at the crowd that wanted to get a look at me.

Several of the captured just stared bewildered. Even the slavers wondered just what had gotten into the crowd.

Various hands tried to rip me from the elderly woman's supernatural grip.

"Let me see the boy," declared a man whose crazed eyes were opened.

"Let go of my new pet, ya hag," an angelic little girl shrieked.

I bit my lip as the bratty little girl tried to rip my arm off.

"He looks like good partner," exclaimed a luscious woman smelled of strong perfume

"Give him to me," angrily declared a richly dressed fat gentleman.

"A new choir boy, I need a new choir boy," growled a ghostly preacher with glowing eyes.

"Such a child could use some discipline," grounded out a frigid woman.

The frigid woman tried to shove the elderly one off of me,

" He's made to be a soldier," announced some sort of finely dressed knight.

The knight gripped my left shoulder

The redhead held my other shoulder with a sour expression.

I glanced around and I couldn't see anything past the growing crowd.

They snarled and snapped at each other, while I kept myself as quiet as I could. I couldn't think of what to say anyway. I always had a fear of crowds and being surrounded by non-man entities of unknown origin wasn't any better.

But I couldn't power my way through, so intelligence over brawn will see me through this.

The long game is my best bet at the moment.

Jesus preserve me.

"If it makes a difference to any of you shall we get this buying over with?"

I asked with the most deadpanned expression I could manage and what would most likely be the mask I'll be wearing until I get away.

I kept quiet as they all froze and stared at me like they hadn't expected me to talk.

"Quite right my dear boy!"

The crowd parted and there stood the skeevy merchant looking peeved at the crowd.

"Now, in truth, who was the first to lay eyes on the gem?" The man asked.

"That would be me," shouted joyfully the elderly woman. She picked me off my feet and shoved her way past the disgruntled crowd.

I kept my mask of indifference as she paid the man. But what he said after the payment to the woman bothered me more than anything else.

"Be sure to hold on to him because if he does get away from you, he will be snatched away by anyone who finds him."

I kept my eyes narrowed as she led me through the courtyard.

The sharp and inhuman gazes of the envious creatures zeroed at our backs.

I just had to hold on and I should be able to get home.

….

Back then I really thought that, didn't I?

Name: Kinjen Gonzalgo

Age: Age of Abduction: 10+ Time Spent in Arcadia: 33= 43

Time passed on Earth: 4yrs

Origin:

Drop-In

Child

Location:

3 – Winnipeg, Manitoba – Theme: Territory – Mood: Fear

For all the horrors of the changeling world let it never be said that they are alone in the shadows. Nowhere do changelings feel that pressure more than the Well of Artifice. Werewolves press in from all sides, vampires take advantage of the college students, and an eerie number of ghost's haunt this seemingly innocuous metropolis. Every other week there seems to be an incident that could expose the changelings to the predations of other supernatural. The largest court, Autumn, is doing its best to organize the other courts in defense should they be discovered, but the relatively small Summer Court is the only ally willing to assist. The courts also do their best to spread rumors and do whatever else they can to protect mortals from the supernatural, themselves victims of its cruel whims, to little effect.

Powers:

The Beast Seeming

Beasts are changelings whose Seeming is connected to the animal world. They come in many shapes and sizes, and may be tied to a particular type of animal, an animalistic concept, or even an animal that never existed in the real world. Beasts were all used by their Keepers as animals in one form or another, and they all bear at least some bestial features. Many were innocents, lured into the Hedge by the tempting excitement of the wild, but regardless they felt the pull and power of raw instinct and sensation.

? Blessing - Beasts are creatures of the wild, and have a natural understanding of animals, which helps with training creatures and avoiding danger. This same wild nature grants them great personal magnetism. By expending glamour, they can very temporarily increase their presence and composure.

? Curse – The downside of a wild nature is that powerful instincts can leave you less capable when dealing with things outside of nature. When you approach skillful work that you have no training with, you are more likely to fail than a normal person would be.

Hunterheart

Dancer

Chirurgeon

Mental Focus

Physical Focus

Social Focus

Skills

Academics

Craftsx5

Athleticsx3

Brawlx3

Brownie's Boon

Faerie Healing

Quick Healer

Common Sense

Danger Sense

Eidetic Memory

Polyglot

Light Sleeper

New Identity

Hollow

Pact-Binder

Wyrd 6

CONTRACTS

Supplies and Gears:

Fairy Garden

Healing Fruit

Amaranthine

Hidefruit

Bilefruit

Sports Car

Heavy Auto Pistol

Large SMG

SUV/Pick-Up

AP Rounds

Motorcycle

Fancy Clothing

Hedgespun Equipment

?Yacht

?Cell Phone

?Simple Weapon

?Flak Jacket

?Simple Weapon

?Mid-Sized Car

Street Clothing

Hedgespun Wardrobe

Setbacks I'm Taking all this CP. Because this is CHANGELING THE LOST so no limits!)

Fetch'd (+0 CP) – You gain a fetch. A fetch is a chunk of your soul bound to refuse and whatever the True Fae had on hand. The fetch leads your life, unaware of it's true nature, but still changing with time and developing quirks as the magic that binds it unravels. The fetch, however like you it may be, loses a major part of your personality. Upon your return from Arcadia, your fetch awakens to it's true nature and gains a host of powers to counter your changeling abilities. There are mystical benefits to killing this creature, as well as merging with it to regain the chunk of soul you lost. Anything that mentions a fetch requires you to take this drawback first.

Lost in Time (+0 CP) – Rather than arrive in a modern World of Darkness, you can choose any point in time earlier than January 1st, 1991 to start your jump. Any CP purchases will be their time-specific variants. Your cell phone may go from a stylish smartphone to a stable rotary phone, and companions will be changed to a more believable role for their time. Items with no equivalent in the time you chose will be placed into the Warehouse or found in the hedge. Mutually exclusive with "A World of Darkness". Cannot be taken into future jumps.

Glamour Addiction (+100 CP) – Glamour is addictive and you dove right in. If you don't draw glamour from something at least twice a day, you began suffering withdrawal. That means headaches, the shakes, vomiting, etc. until you draw from a new source of glamour.

Goblin-scorned (+100 CP) – You will never have a good interaction with a hedge creature. They are immune to any mental control and will attack you on sight. You don't lose the protection of the Goblin Market, but you do find that certain merchants refuse your business.
Contracts of the Jump (+200 CP) – All your supernatural abilities are now clauses in their own contract that relies on glamour rather than their own pools. The Contracts of the Jump are available for every changeling or True Fae that desire to take them, though very few will be able to get more than 5 clauses. They may have catches, but those catches are very specific and costly in a different manner. Anyone taught these contracts will not retain their use after you lose this drawback.

Interesting (+200 CP) – If there is one thing you don't want to be as a changeling, and that's interesting. Everyone you meet will be watching you, changelings, the Others, other supernaturals, and while I can't predict what will happen, I can say you're in for a hell of a ride.

Red Badge Target (+200 CP) – The militia heard some things about you consorting with the Keepers, and now they want to lynch you. They are the largest militant faction of changelings outside the Summer Court.

Unclear (+200 CP) – Your Clarity falls quickly and rises slowly. This means you will likely hallucinate or develop insanity in-line with your seeming. Have fun chasing those hobgoblins through the mall.

IT'S TIME TO D-D-D-D-DUEL (+200 CP) – You will be challenged to at least one duel a month. The nature of these duels will vary, and include everything from cooking contests to killing contests. If you offend anyone, expect them to challenge you to a duel. You'll also be considered a troublemaker by your Court.

Deadly Fetch (+300 CP, Fetch'd Drawback taken automatically) – Your fetch is malicious, invulnerable, and can return any supernatural abilities used against it seven-fold. The only way to harm it is to say it's true name, which is written on the inside of it's skull and known only by your former Keeper.

Perfectly Normal Humans (+300 CP) – You have drawn the ire of the most dangerous group in the World of Darkness: Humans. They are numerous, willing to do whatever it takes to kill any supernatural they come across, and just stupid enough to bring more hell down on you than anyone could expect.

Annoying Bane (+300 CP) – Being exposed to a certain thing hurts you: You can choose to either have it be something common, like naturally running water, or be relatively rare but well-known. Either way, expect to see it often. Eating meat other than fish, feathered, and hooved animals causes nausea and pain.