Log:Dusk Tags and Autumn Words

Dusk Tags and Autumn Words
How an Teenager and an Old Fella talk
Participants Ben Tryptych	Friday Tryptych is Tagging Tamarack Falls. Ben discusses the tags.
Location MT05
Tryp can be found behind one of the business buildings, out of sight from any possible cameras (Really, probably just the bank, its too small a town for that crap) The tell tale noise of *click click click* of a spray paint can being shaken can be heard before even turning the corner, followed by the *hissss* as she paints another mark. On the wall the little three headed cat is already there, clear to anyone who looks, but now Wyrd and Glamour infuses the spray can as she tags another Dusk slogan on the wall. Ben, that just got out of Homepage Bookstore, listens the noise and feels the Glamour being molded and follows its trail. When he spots the young pink haired Lost and her street art, he cleans his throat."You're the street artist doing the three headed cat. Interesting." He comments as he puts both hands into his pockets. On his shoulder there is a crow nesting. The bird is made of the purest darkness and has bright red eyes. Behind him, there is a goblinoid creature half hidden behind the ogre's legs. It's submissive yellow eyes looking at the girl instead of the graffiti. With a nod of her head and a flourish of the can in her hand, Tryp finishes up this tag. 'Dusk is Always Coming. Be prepared. Fight for your legend!' it reads in various colors of pink and purple. Funny, she only seems to have the one can. Still, the message is written in Glamour and the colors only show up as a Mien, not a mask of power. Glancing up as Ben speaks, she flicks him a finger. Not a nice one either, though it may simply be in greeting "Yep, big ol man who gave me cake, those are mine. Got a problem with that?" Her rebellious streak seems to be the part in charge today, as she touches up a few bits and pieces on the new wall art. Graffiti is not to common in a small town like this. Likely that cat will get covered up or power washed off in the next few days, but most won't even see the Changeling tag line. Ben looks at the graffiti as if he was a art critic."Interesting on how you use magic to make art." He offers to her."What kind of power is that?" He asks gesturing to the written part infused with glamour."It can be pretty useful in many other situation." Holstering the can into a pocket Tryp grins at him. "It's the Conctract of Colors, the second clause. Can infuse shit with glamour to give it a Mien. Works really well with color." She laughs "OF course it does." She shrugs and glances about "There are acouple dozen signs in this place already using it for us changin' folk to see the messages. Think there is one around the Wayhouse somewhere. Someone else around here uses it for that, tis where I got the idea for this." She gestures at the wall. "So Ben, mr Hotel owning guy. Whatcha doin out here?" Ben sage nods to Tryps explanation as he body keeps itself in casual position."Interesting." He murmurs giving the graffiti a final glance before turning to look at the Dusk courtier as her mantle nullifies his own."I was down the street, paying a visit to someone." He then pauses for a second."What's the point in spreading the Dusk's motto?" Picking up her bag from the ground where it lay, Tryp slings it over her shoulder. "Come on hotely dude. Walk with me before some do-gooder calls the the cops and gets us caught." She tosses the spray can at him to hold and then starts to move down the access road. "So, you know what Dusk is about right? Fate is sealed. Its the end and you can't do anything to stop it. How you handle that is what being a Dusk is all about. I got no time for the nihilists who just mope about and shut down. You gotta leave a mark. You gotta let the world know you're here and let the world fuckin -FEEL- your passing, ya know?" She takes a skip over a puddle and continues walking, turning toward the main street. "No one cares that you're going to die, and that your fate is probably a horrible end. All they care is what you did before then. I'm the kind of Dusk who is going to go out in a blaze of fuckin glory after letting the world know I was fightin' for it. Gotta let any other Changeling know that Dusk is here, fighting for them. And if they want to fight and leave their mark, then they should come on down and join us." Ben takes the spray can and walks close to Tryp. The middle aged Lost listen as he glances around casually as if the two of them were talking about the weather or last night's news."Do you think each of us, regardless of Court, should leave behind a mark to the world before we die and get forgotten?" He asks. Tryp shrugs. "I think if you're going to accept that Fate has its way no matter what, then yeah you better do all you can to spit in its eye before the end comes. If you think you can get out of it... I donno. Go be a Winter. Squirrel yourself away until the end of the world and hope it passes you by or something." She glances at him, eyeing closely. "Fuckin mantel. What court are you again? Autumn right? I spread the message of fatalism and dealing with it. You guys go off and scare the shit outta some teenagers, and thats your message. Its all relevant." Ben offer Tryp a grimm kind of grin."Fear is just a small slice of the Autumn Court, girl. It's about overcoming your fears and getting stronger in the process. It's about knowing your enemy's fears and use it against them. It's also about knowing our friends' enemies and shielding them. But it's about using fear to keep the mortals from getting close to Them and saving their fragile lifes." He comments in that same casual way as he walks calmly with both hands into his pockets. The crow keeps quiet as she looks at Tryp as if it could understand what she's saying. Glued to the ogres' trench coat is the goblinoid creature that pays total attention to the humans around him. Those, though, doesn't seen to notice him. Or if they do, they ignore him at all as if they don't see it as it really is. "Autumn's other side is the occult and magic. The study and mastery of Their power to use against them when they less expect. And that's the side very few people outside our court pay attention to and care about. It's how we battle against Them. It's what we do when we're not focused on Fear. Or at least, it's what some of us do when we're not focusing on it." "Yeah well you Seasonal courts get that way." Tryp says. "All complicated and stuff. Us Transitionals have it simplier. Dusk comes, every night. Every night its gonna fall and every night its gonna be here. Your dusk will come, mine will come. So spread the word, eh? All these mortals," she makes a gesture to any people around her, moving briskly through the street now as if she has a goal in mind "won't ever have the power to really resist their fate. They either are gonna get Taken or they aint, and if they aint then theyre gonna get old and die. Its their life. We, who have the option to resist it can and should. Hence, the messages." She darts down another alley to the back of another building. "Paint." she says, holding out a hand while she looks at the wall, studying her next canvas. Ben follows around and, upon seeing the wall, he ponders."What should I do? a three headed cat like you?" He asks glancing from the wall to the rebelious girl and back to the wall."Painting is really not an art I master, I must say." He confess as he holds the spray can on one hand. To that statement, the crow crackles again as the Witchtooth's servant heads to a pile os trash looking murmuring something to himself. Tryp snorts, snagging the can out of his hand and shaking it up. "No, it's one of mine." She says and goes to work on her tag. It's a practiced work, something she's obviously done hundreds - if not thousands - of times before. "You want I can throw an Autumn Slogan up here for this one? Boo! I'm the Boogeyman! Or 'Don't let the milk curdle?" "Fear doesn't shut you down; it wakes you up." Ben says plainly as if he didn't note the sarcasm on the punk Dusk courtier's commentary."It's a good saying. It's from a book I read recently." He adds as he pays attention on Tryp's working on her graffiti. The three headed cat is finished quickly, then she starts shaking the can, considering. "Dusk project, so I'll stick with that," she murmers, mostly to herself. Then goes to work. The Glamour infuses the paint as soon as it exits the can, and she moves with a pretty fluid grace through the act. Slowly the words start to appear. "Fight or Fuck, but don't Flee." She finishes and studies it. Again, despite only using one paint can there are multple colors shifted in with it. "Eh. Not as much of a fan of that one but I'm running out of ideas. Think this line is just about done and I'll be moving on to the next direction soon." Ben watches all the process with a mild curiosity. Sometimes his wicked yellow eyes drift to the entrance of the service alley as to inspect if someone else is paying attention to them or not. When Tryp is done, the ogre nods sagely in approval."Is there any reason behind the spots you take to graffiti? Like a bigger picture if you link the points in a map." He asks. Tryp shakes her head. "Nope. Just random whatever struck my fancy. Let fate do it. I donno, plot it on google maps or something. Maybe fate did drive my hand and we got ourselves a profane summoning ritual to bring all the gates of hell to Tamarack Falls and open them all at once. I doubt it though. Probably look like your headphones after you left them in your pocket for a week." She glances at the can then shrugs, throwing it into a corner and dusting her hands off. "Done, yeah. Not sure there will be any more of these. Think this is good enough." I see." Ben says as he watches the can rolling away further into the service alley and stops close to where his servant is still hunting something down in a corner. The tiny creature cries before being caught and thrown inside a big mouth full of very sharp teeth. When the goblin is done, he turns around and looks at both Lost looking terrified of being catch on the act and shrinks submisively. To that view, the crow crackles angryly and the Autumnal just sighs before turning back to Tryp."What's the next step in your plan to promote the End of the World as the Dusk Court sees it?" Another snort escapes Tryp, the goblin ignored and the crow glanced at but otherwise uncarred about. "No idea dude. I'm gonna wreck some shit, cause some chaos, be a brat, possibly a bit of a troll, and generally fuck about without care to see what sticks and what doesn't. I'll do what I can get away with and probably a couple steps downt he path that I can't, and go from there." "A Bon Vivant that lives by the 'Carpe Diem' phylosophy. Sounds like just a teenager's plan." Ben says sounding slightly bored and unsurprised."What happens if a real problem comes to you and you have to defend yourself? Will you let Fate decide it? Decide your life?" He asks. Tryp winks. "If you think that knowing fate is coming and accepting that its there is the same thing, then you got some to learn about Dusk, old man." She slings the pack back over her shoulder and starts out of the service area. Her pace is a bit slower this time. "I'll go down shooting, if I go down at all. Accepting Fate is not the same as giving up. Those that give up make shitty Dusk's." A little skip starts into her step as they hit the main road. "Allright gramps. I got shit to do and you got a little goblin to feed and a crow to tell off it seems. You got my card still, I assume. You want to talk Dusk you toss me an an email." She turns to head in one direction, clearly looking to head off on her own. Ben takes a look at his watch and shakes his head calmly."I think our next class will have to wait, young rebel. It was a nice walking and a nice chatting, but I have a Hotel to help take care of. It was nice meeting you, though. I look forward to see you again." He says nodding his head just once to the girl in a farewell before exploding in a bunch of cracking crow that starts flying away in a flock up to the sky leaving behing just the servant that, upon seeing he was left behind, shrinks even more and starts running away on his own desperatelly.