conversations.from: system
conversations.value: In the alleyways of a Pacific Northwest city, an ageless secret war wages for the hopes and dreams of humanity. The stakes? Nothing less than history and reality itself as we know it. The players? Divinities, old and new, and those sworn to serve them. As the levees of the slumbering shores falter, what effluvia will wash forth from those unlit shoals to shake the very foundation of human existence?
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Once an idyllic family homestead, tragedy revisits this Ethereal dream house on a nightly basis, forcing a teen girl to forever relive her heart-wrenching loss.
conversations.prefix: Burning House:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: While the Angelic Superiors claim to be working on orders from Upstairs, the Astral Stairway remains barred to both worthy and unworthy alike.
conversations.prefix: Heaven's Door:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Welcome to the Vale of Dreams, an Ethereal dreamscape teeming with repressed anxieties, somnambulant predators, and heart's desires unfulfilled.
conversations.prefix: The Marches:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Just outside of Seacouver, concealing lingering traces of the Wild, the woods are lovely, dark and deep. And they have many promises to keep. Dark promises to keep.
conversations.prefix: The Outskirts:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The Corporeal heart of Seacouver's bustling metropolis may be laced with corruption, but a stalwart few relentlessly struggle to hold back the rising dark.
conversations.prefix: Downtown:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The Pearly Gates might be Closed for Maintenance, but the Astral Door to the competition is always open and accepting applicants, some more willing than others.
conversations.prefix: Gates of Hell:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Whenever God wants to punish someone, he sends an angel. A whole existence spent praising God, with one wing dipped in blood. Would you really want to see an angel?
conversations.prefix: God Squad:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Frontline of the Fallen, these Bands are no mere cannon fodder. Creatures of subtlety and seduction, they are adept at manipulating the mortal world.
conversations.prefix: Demon Horde:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Celestial or Infernal? It seems that both sides are only out for themselves. You've grown accustomed to these humans and are happy to play Angel against Demon to protect the (relatively) innocent mortal bystanders. 
conversations.prefix: Double Agent:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You are on the side of the Angels, an extension of the Celestial Order. You serve the Word and are backed by the Power of Heaven. Generally, you protect humanity, but God works in mysterious ways his wonders to perform.
conversations.prefix: Celestial:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You are aligned with the Fallen, those who shunned Heaven's dogma. An agent of corruption and prevarication, you delight in pleasures of the physical world and leading others to finding their bliss, for a reasonable price.
conversations.prefix: Infernal:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You are devoted to Those Who Came from Beyond Creation. The Wild are unpredictable, valuing freedom above all else. Though memories of before are mostly lost, those secrets that survived are jealously guarded.
conversations.prefix: The Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The past always comes back to haunt you, inevitably at the worst of all possible times. What terrible secret or traumatic event has surfaced to bring the pain?
conversations.prefix: Tragic Past:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: A reality quake ripples through the scene, creating mayhem as warring versions of the here and now battle for momentary supremacy. What changes wrack you?
conversations.prefix: Ontoclysm:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Who or what are they? Regardless, they've chosen to interfere. What have they done to make their presence known this time? And to further what mysterious agenda?
conversations.prefix: Night Terrors:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The power of your Faith allows you to surpass any obstacle. This single-minded devotion also makes you an invaluable asset to your allies and a true friend in times of need. Faith is your light in the darkest of places.
conversations.prefix: Faith:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You are sworn to protect or uphold some person, place, or thing. No matter the cost. While this gives you street cred for loyalty and dependability, it also drags you into situations where you wish you could have just walked away. 
conversations.prefix: Obligation:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Uriel purged the Corporeal world of all the magical creatures of myth, but rumor has it that some still wander within the Ethereal depths of the Far Marches. Who or what guards them or perhaps  serves as their tormentor and jailor?
conversations.prefix: Lost Wonders:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Breanna isn't even seventeen and has already faced more hardship than most see in a lifetime. Her parents are dead, aunt is an addict, and little brother is missing.
conversations.prefix: Bree:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Breanna isn't even seventeen and has already faced more hardship than most see in a lifetime. Her parents are dead, aunt is an addict, and little brother is missing.
conversations.prefix: Bree:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Bree's little brother Billy recently went missing. He was never the type to get into trouble, so Bree can't help but fear trouble came looking for him. But who would have designs on an innocent street kid? Or is another the real target?
conversations.prefix: Little Boy Lost:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: A Manticorn (part man, part lion, part scorpion, part bat and part unicorn) who finds himself far from home and less than welcome in the waking world.
conversations.prefix: Manty:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: This homeless encampment provides housing and a modicum of stability to those struggling to eke out a living on the fringes of acceptable society.
conversations.prefix: Tent City Slums:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The tranquil waters of the Seacouver River flow along countless shores and skerries, not all of which can be found in the Realms Corporeal. 
conversations.prefix: The River:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Eager to please your Superior, you seek their sponsorship for your own Word. A sign of status and prestige, a Word of your own will solidify you as a power in your own right in both the Infernal and Heavenly hierarchies.
conversations.prefix: Earn Your Word:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Demonic proprietor of 6 Underground, Cale maintains a pleasantly neutral  meeting place that affords him the benefit of helpful friends in High and Low places.
conversations.prefix: Rofocale:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: AKA The River Man. Which side of the Eternal Struggle he supports is anybody's guess. What is known - he has access to ancient secrets either side would kill for.
conversations.prefix: Rusty Keyes:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Angelic runes spell trouble for any and all supernatural beings. Will they trap, torment, or perhaps even banish you into the far reaches of the Astral Plane?
conversations.prefix: Enochian Seal:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Who wanted Amariel dead, and why? Was it a robbery gone wrong? A declaration of war? A personal vendetta? A lovers spat? Or is this all a convoluted conspiratorial coverup? But who would have had the wherewithal to do it?
conversations.prefix: Murder Mystery:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The site of a grisly murder. Who could be the perpetrator? What trace evidence might have been left behind? Why has another life been snuffed out like a lambent flame?
conversations.prefix: Crime Scene:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: A new drug has hit the streets, bringing with it visions of Angels, Demons, and Things That Should Not Be. Didn't Flawk even make one addict fly? What is this stuff? Where is it coming from? And why does it devour dreams?
conversations.prefix: What the Flawk?:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: A vortex of twig and vine, it intertwines bird's nest with black hole. Where does it lead? What forces watch over it?  
conversations.prefix: The Whorl in the Woods:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Atop the Seacouver Needle, hidden above the Last Chance Skybar, Amariel's Aviary provides refuge for any errant Angels or wayward Demons in need of respite.
conversations.prefix: The Aviary:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Burning with the cleansing flame of Divine Wrath, this Angelic Blade is one of the few relics capable of permanently slaying an Astral being still in possession of Celestial or Infernal essence. However, it is anything but subtle.
conversations.prefix: Angelfire Sword:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: This Demonic Blade, forged in the bowels of Hell, is one of the few relics capable of permanently slaying an Astral being still in possession of Celestial or Infernal essence. Makes a handy holdout weapon.
conversations.prefix: Brimsteel Dagger:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: A trendy gothic-themed club that is much more than it seems. Neutral ground for the preternatural crowd, local hipsters have no idea of the company they keep.
conversations.prefix: 6 Underground:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: These grainy and distorted Polaroids point to someone or something important, but it's hard to tell what they actually depict. The only thing that's certain is they whiff of preternatural influence. Oh, the images also periodically change.
conversations.prefix: Blurry Photos:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Repository of  all knowledge, she always has the right tome or resource, or knows where to find it. Nobody is quite sure what she is, but who's fool enough to pry?
conversations.prefix: The Book Lady:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Junkie, aging street kid, confidential informant and general ne'er-do-well, Donny is the go-to guy for word on the street and the inside track on gangland activity.
conversations.prefix: Donny Nod:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Public malfeasant and graffiti artiste extraordinaire, she is the city's preeminent tagger and social firebrand - famously able to leave her mark in surprising places. 
conversations.prefix: Aurora Bolt:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: This luminescent and baroquely ornate skeleton key, the bow of which is shaped into a silvery butterfly, must unlock something mysterious and significant. Or at least unlock something of mysterious significance.
conversations.prefix: Opalescent Key:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The Divine Presence went AWOL some time ago, and the Angelic Superiors are just making it up as they go along. Has God left us for good? Does any of this even mean anything? Or has He  decided to abandon His great mistake?
conversations.prefix: Crisis of Faith:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Lead Crime Scene Investigator for the Seacouver Metro Police Department, Darcy helps to separate mortal and supernal crimes to protect the public.
conversations.prefix: Darcy Dhajori:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: A powerful sonic explosion across every level of reality. Stunning everyone within immediate range, except the singer, only the most powerful of supernal beings can completely shrug off this formidable expression of power.
conversations.prefix: Song of Thunder:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: This benevolent Song soothes the pains of existence. One of the greatest acts of sacrifice, it transfers one being's very essence to nourish and sustain another, wiping away wounds, mental ills, and taint upon the soul.
conversations.prefix: Song of Healing:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: This Song enables one to enter into and manipulate the dreams of others. Lucid dreamers and creatures native to the Realms Ethereal might have other ideas about your interference, possibly even rebuffing your attempts.
conversations.prefix: Song of Dreams:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: A bracelet woven of pure dreamstuff, but resilient enough to exist in the waking world, this artifact of the Ethereal possesses an enigmatic connection to the Far Marches and the strange congeries residing surreptitiously therein.
conversations.prefix: The Brasilica:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The Archangel of Dreams is a loner prefering to avoid Archangelic politics. Many question her priorities as she places Dreaming needs over material concerns.
conversations.prefix: Blandine :
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Filled with Celestial essence, you can empower your words and deeds with supernal might. The force of your blessing can even drive back or weaken other preternatural folk, most especially any Infernal adversaries you run into.
conversations.prefix: Grace:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You act in accord with your Nature and in tune with the Symphony. When dancing to the universal rhythm, both beautiful and terrifying, you think more clearly and move more swiftly. Deny your Nature, you'll earn Dissonance.
conversations.prefix: Resonance:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: By defying your Nature or disturbing the Symphony, you have disrupted the delicate harmony between your personal song and the rest of existence. Thoughts are muddled, actions slowed - find balance once more to gain Resonance.
conversations.prefix: Dissonance:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You've been bitten by the love bug, but can you win the favor of the one who's become the apple of your eye? Is this destiny, or another case of star-crossed lovers? How far will you go to prove or protect your new love?
conversations.prefix: Supernal Romance:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Each Song is a fragment of the Great Symphony that forms and sustains the entire breadth and scope of Creation. You want them all. Maybe it's insatiable curiosity, or perhaps a lust for power, but you eagerly seek every Celestial note.
conversations.prefix: Learn New Songs:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Relics and reliquaries are the most potent artifacts in existence. It'd be a thrill to get one (or more) for your own. While certainly of practical use, they also make fine collectors items, especially those exclusive rare and uniques.
conversations.prefix: Relic Hunter:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Patience may be a virtue, but it's not one of yours. You can be overeager, quick to fly off the handle, or maybe you just don't know how to keep your trap shut. Whatever it is, it certainly gets you in a pickle when it happens.
conversations.prefix: Impulsive:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The thin blue line protects its public against clear and present dangers, but they shoot first and bury their questions when facing matters beyond mortal ken.
conversations.prefix: Seacouver PD:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Despite the epigram, it's not just for Infernals. Oozing charm and panache,  you're the center of attention and life of any party. You're so gosh darned likable. People give you what you want, but they do get kinda clingy.
conversations.prefix: Devilish Charm:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Yes, they don't always make good decisions and sometimes you wish you could smite them all, but you can't help but love their gumption. As Divine Plans go, they could have turned out worse, so you root for Team Mortal.
conversations.prefix: The Light:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Legitimately or pirated, you pick up Angel Radio, and you've got your ears on. An unparalleled source of information on matters supernal as well as local scuttlebutt, there's no better way to be dialed-in to the Celestial hearsay.
conversations.prefix: Righteous Frequency:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Why do these things always happen to you? You don't just attract trouble, you attract *strange trouble.* Electronics glitch out, Songs go awry, and if any sort of oddity is in the vicinity, it's sure to head your way. Such fun!
conversations.prefix: Weirdness Magnet:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: As multiple Creation myths and Supreme Deities jockey for the ultimate control of existence, do you have what it takes to make reality pick a lane and stick to it? If not, you might be the next to get redacted from history.
conversations.prefix: A Fixed Reality:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The deepest realm of Dreaming, where dwell deathless forgotten things. Few dare to delve this deep, and fewer still return. Unfortunately, the lynchpin to resolving this whole thing might very well be hidden therein.
conversations.prefix: Breach Far Marches:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: If rumors are true, there is a Dragon chained up under the streets of Seacouver. Who could have caught such a creature? What would happen if it were set free? Where exactly is it located? When was it done? Why is it chained?
conversations.prefix: Dragon Down Below:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Suckled upon the sap of Yggdrasil and raised within the grooves of its massive bark, these Children of the Great Ash claim to follow the will of the World Tree itself. Those who serve the Serpents do well not to doubt their full devotion.
conversations.prefix: Aaron's Serpents:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Like a post-modern Philosopher's Stone, the supposed properties of this fabled substance are varied and wondrous. Is it an explosive, chemical weapon, stealth sheathing, summoning reagent, or even the blood of Lilith?
conversations.prefix: Red Mercury:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Bastion of faith upon the urban landscape, this chapel survived vandalism, poverty, and civic redistricting. Even beasts respect the sanctity of this mortal holy place.
conversations.prefix: Chapel Dolorous:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Home to the discarded detritus of modern life, the impoverished addicts and mentally ill who could no longer pass in polite society. But the Alley looks after its own.
conversations.prefix: Rat Alley:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Diminished from the waking world, it is here in the Ethereal that the (Un)Seemly Ones, upholders of the Wild,  cavort and conspire. The Fair Folk detest gatecrashers.
conversations.prefix: Court of the Fair:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The predatory alleyway of urban legend. Somehow, Crouch End can appear anywhere throughout metro Seacouver. You don't find it, it finds you. 
conversations.prefix: Crouch End:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Dante Valentine is plagued not with a crisis of faith, but an abundance of proof. How strong is man's faith if it no longer benefits from the force of pure belief?
conversations.prefix: Father Dante:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Just another face in the crowd, until they're not. The Faceless can blend in anywhere until they want their presence known to those who can perceive them.
conversations.prefix: The Faceless:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: They are unknowing and unknowable, the True Gods, manifestations of primal forces with no care or awareness of those they affect. Any who pray to them don't crave response, only to offer unwavering worship and adulation.
conversations.prefix: True Gods:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Armpit of the Metro, the barrio called the Playground provides  a battleground for slum lords, drug lords, and rival gang factions.
conversations.prefix: The Devil's Playground:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Having served countless tours of duty in the Battle Between Heaven and Hell, eternal warfare made you vigilant and combat-ready. A master of weaponry, strategy, and martial arts, you've had millennia to perfect your warcraft. 
conversations.prefix: Battle Angel:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Some call you nosy, but you prefer to think of yourself as inquisitive. Either way, you do tend to pursue your lines of inquiry regardless of any potential, or even definite, risks and dangers. Not that you mean to pry....
conversations.prefix: Curious:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: All good things come to an end and someone needs to turn off the lights. That someone is you. Maybe they're going to their just reward, or it could just be the big empty waiting for them, you're only here to ensure they get there.
conversations.prefix: The Dark:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Maybe you're not a sneakthief, but you're definitely sneaky. You can move silently and unseen when you want to, and even do a little sleight of hand. Skullduggery and prestidigitation are also two big words you know.
conversations.prefix: Stealthy:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: An astute observer of details and behavior, you possess keen insight and a prescient understanding of events. Through percipient analysis, you draw astounding conclusions from seemingly unrelated situations and facts.
conversations.prefix: Perspicacious:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You know you're smarter, stronger, or simply better than those around you. You're not very good at hiding this opinion, which some label as confidence but just as often turns into foolhardiness. *"Pride goeth before a fall,"* they say.
conversations.prefix: Pride:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Eyes full of stars. Beauty so intense it aches to behold them. They come from Outside of Creation, reality itself causing them an inescapable, unendurable pain. A pain which has but a single cure - the utter obliteration of all that is.
conversations.prefix: Excrucians:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Cast out by the Divine Presence and Uriel's Purity Crusade, the Old Gods still linger within the Ethereal Marches. Their supplicants practice and spread their faith to nourish the deities in preparation for the day they shall return to us.
conversations.prefix: The Old Gods:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Intricate arcane sigils and empowered ink make for a potent combination, able to ward versus possession, gutter magic, and lesser Songs. However, once their charges are exhausted, the tattoo will fade away as if it had never been.
conversations.prefix: Enochian Tattoo:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Frankly, you'd rather be reading. You love books, from dusty old tomes to the newest Kindle release. Luckily for you, knowledge really is power, sometimes quite literally. Faced with any subject, chances are you read about it once.
conversations.prefix: Bookworm:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You get knocked down, but you get up again. Through physical endurance or mental  resilience, you keep going against all odds. Like the commercial used to say, you take a licking and keep on ticking. Not always pretty but you persevere.
conversations.prefix: Survivor:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Legitimately or pirated, you pick up Angel Radio, and you've got your ears on. An unparalleled source of information on matters supernal as well as local scuttlebutt, there's no better way to be dialed-in to the Celestial hearsay.
conversations.prefix: Righteous Frequency:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You're fresh to the scene and don't really have any established contacts or resources. In fact, this whole meat suit thing might be a brand new experience. You're trying to fake it until you make it. Think anyone notices?
conversations.prefix: New Kid in Town:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Uriel might have gone too far, but he had the right idea. Whether you're one of the Tsayadim, or just admire their work, you know the best way to make sure something doesn't come back to bite you in the ass is to slay it.
conversations.prefix: Kill Them All:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You want power, and you want it now. You'll do whatever you need to get that which you desire, no matter who you step on along the way. You'll have to take some risks, so go break a few eggs to make your victory omelet.
conversations.prefix: Ruthless Ambition:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You didn't invent the face-plant, only perfected it. You and the Corporeal have never really seen eye to eye. Maybe you were always more of a cerebral type or perhaps you just haven't worked the kinks out of your new vessel.
conversations.prefix: Clumsy:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You've picked up the art of profane magic, the ritual and sympathetic spell-working of mortals. *"Gutter Magic"* in supernal slang, it can be quicker and dirtier than a Song, but more easily thwarted and traced. Still good in a pinch.
conversations.prefix: Gutter Magic:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Granting freedom from gravity, this Song lets you propel yourself in any direction you wish, manipulate objects with your thoughts, or change an item's location within the Symphony, if it rests within your line of sight.
conversations.prefix: Song of Motion:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: This Song creates opportunities, opening doors, hearts and minds with equal finesse. It's good for unbolting locks, making people more receptive to your words, and erasing old hostilities for any person or idea.
conversations.prefix: Song of Opening:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: This Secret Song, also referred to as the Song of Exorcism, evicts an inhabiting entity from their vessel or host, forces a being from the Ethereal plane, or even casts a Celestial Manifestation back to the Astral Realm.
conversations.prefix: Song of Banishing:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The Song of Darkness casts shadows in the Symphony, draining away any light, intensifying fear, and even inflicting temporary blindness. Though most commonly used by Demons, Angels can hide in the darkness as well.
conversations.prefix: Song of Darkness:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Soucriant Queen of the New Dark, Ms Selton represents the Tainted who embrace the idea of Death as a part of the cycle of Life rather than its conclusion or antithesis.
conversations.prefix: Monica:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Recently arisen Alpha of the inner city Lycans, Austin leads his pack down a path of tolerance and coexistence that some wolves find difficult to grasp or accept.
conversations.prefix: Austin:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Those who manifest a particular Word of the Symphony are both the Celestial world’s harshest masters and its most powerful slaves. Their whole purpose becomes to protect that Word and to increase its importance.
conversations.prefix: Word-Bound:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Infected by Lycan Taint, you tend to burst into fits of wild carnivorous rage, devouring your kills for a taste of raw flesh. You've also gained a weakness to pure silver, which burns your bare skin at the slightest touch.
conversations.prefix: Bestial Rage:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Marked by Soucriant Taint, you crave the delight of fresh blood, preferably direct from the source. Conversely, you're no longer fond of sunbathing, or being exposed to sunlight at all, which proves quite incendiary.
conversations.prefix: Bloodlust:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Your abhuman nature gifts you with staggering brawn. Because of this, you are capable of performing feats of physical strength beyond normal human limits, like punching through brick walls and flipping cars over.
conversations.prefix: Monstrous Might:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You don't get along with those who are different, especially mortals and supernals who are racially varied from you or adhere to another nature or belief structure than your own. And you're not shy about pointing it out to them.
conversations.prefix: Prejudice:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Scions of the Grigori, hunted by all loyal Angels, Nephilim are equal parts Mortal and Celestial, belonging to neither world. Those who survived The Scourge carry an eternal bounty many supernals would eagerly collect.
conversations.prefix: Hunted Nephilim:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Glacial beauty and eyes of timeless emptiness, filled by an infinity of stars, this Excrucian radiates immeasurable calm and the unfathomable power of Unbeing.
conversations.prefix: Campion Jace:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Hottest discotheque and music venue in the Seacouver Metro area, the Red Circle hosts nightlife of all varieties. A particular favorite among the younger Tainted set. 
conversations.prefix: The Red Circle:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The winding tunnels and labyrinthine remains of the underground city are far older than many imagine and contain more than their share of buried secrets.
conversations.prefix: Seacouver Below:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: A Domain within the Dreaming filled with childhood fancies and kid fears, this Ethereal realm is malleable to emotions and echoes the inner tumult of its visitors and creator.
conversations.prefix: Closetland:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Some mortals are born with the knack, others learn it on the job, those particular set of skills required to hunt and kill supernals. Few mundanes merit such trepidation.
conversations.prefix: Witchfinders:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Whether an angry mob or panicked onlookers, mortals in large numbers are a danger to themselves and unwary others.
conversations.prefix: Crowd Control:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Wanted by Heaven or Hell? Doesn't matter, as long as they pay up on delivery. You're after the reward, reputation, or even just the thrill of the hunt. Leads tend to take you down dangerous paths, but that is why you signed on. 
conversations.prefix: Collect Bounties:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: This fashionable ice pick seems perfectly normal until wielded against someone by the person they love. If the attacker loves them too, the relic becomes an Abhorrent Weapon terrible enough to unmake even immortals.
conversations.prefix: Heartbreaker:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Balance on a wavering willow branch, run up a vertical wall or across a pool of water, and leap between rooftops with aerial agility, this mystical take on parkour, or free running, is capable of feats just shy of actual flight.
conversations.prefix: Lightfoot:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Well, you're no rocket surgeon. Not necessarily stupid, you just tend to take things at face value. You could be too trusting or plain naïve, and might even be well aware of this tendency, yet it still gets the best of you at times.
conversations.prefix: Gullible:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Sorcery doesn't work on you. Songs, gutter magic, vampiric guile, and Word-Bound abilities simply fizzle out against, or sometimes just near, you. This also means you can't use them either, not even for beneficial effect.
conversations.prefix: Pristinely Ungifted:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Whether a trio of gentlemen or three variations on a single man, these alchemical Brothers undisputedly rule the undercity with iron hand and velvet glove.
conversations.prefix: St Germain:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Animal, vegetable, mineral, the ruler of the (Un)Seemly  packages all of the above in a lewd slice of exotic allure akin to the tantalizing urge to pet a sleeping tiger.
conversations.prefix: The Fair Queen:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You are a gadgeteer of cogs and gears capable of building impossible technologies through complex designs and some special innate ability to imbue these creations with your powerful spark of unquenchable ingenuity.
conversations.prefix: Clockworker:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You are a proverbial white knight, eager to right wrongs and defend the defenseless from the big bads. Nobility of soul is difficult to keep in this dirty world, but somebody has to fight the good fight. It might as well be you.
conversations.prefix: Protect Innocents:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: In a world of hawks, you're the dove, always seeking a way to bring the turbulent supernal world together, despite many challenges. Ages of infighting and hostilities will make this goal difficult but it's the only chance we have.
conversations.prefix: Make Peace:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Taint grants you power, and maybe immortality, but if any deal sounds too good to be true, it probably is. This is no exception. Depending on the type of Taint, you must eat flesh, drink blood, or engage in other ghoulish behavior.
conversations.prefix: But You Must Feed:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Your past is a mystery, even to yourself. Uncover half-forgotten secrets, abilities, relationships, events, and fortuitous coincidences in your perpetually unravelling (periodically retconning) convoluted backstory. 
conversations.prefix: Flashbacks:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You want to find the cure, whether through a product of conventional medicine or miraculous alchemy. Do you try to heal an illness? Eradicate some debilitating disease? Or seek a way to mitigate the dark hunger of Taint infection?
conversations.prefix: Find A Cure:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: They don't destroy, they unmake. And they want to unmake everything you ever cared about. It should be pretty clear that letting them win ranks fairly high up on the list of Really Bad Ideas. So go out and stop them... if you can.
conversations.prefix: Thwart Excrucians:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Your miraculous nature allows you to perform amazing physical feats, from inhuman brawn to unbelievable acts of agility. While less potent than Strengths of this type, these miracles can be invoked more often.
conversations.prefix: Corporeal Miracles:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Your miraculous nature allows you to perform dazzling mental feats, like instantaneous calculations or bewildering deductions. While less potent than Strengths of this type, these miracles can be invoked more often.  
conversations.prefix: Ethereal Miracles:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You are spiritually connected to one or more mortals, able to project your psyche into theirs to see, experience, and control what they do from afar. Sometimes you can also sense when they need you or are in danger.
conversations.prefix: Anchors:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Classic defensive measure among Celestials, the Song of Shields prevents or deflects life’s hardships – even the tiny metal ones that move very quickly. It protects on all sides, including the top and bottom of the target.
conversations.prefix: Song of Shields:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: At a distance, they are often mistaken for a group of children at play, but their odd diversions always prove to be of a cruel and sadistic bent. Now they've spotted you.  
conversations.prefix: Kooks:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Be it rain, sleet, hail, or snow, the elements have it out for you. Whether gale force winds, torrential showers, or lightning bolts - Mother Nature is clearly pissed.
conversations.prefix: Bad Weather:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Will you ever find escape from the endless twists and turns of this great maze that brought doom to so many others who also had once sought egress?
conversations.prefix: The Labyrinth:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Kill the dreamer and you kill the dream. To allow the Red King to live is to permit the Red King's dream to overwrite reality as we now know it. But should you fail at regicide, you won't have ever even existed to be forgotten.
conversations.prefix: Kill The Red King:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: There exist places where the physical, mental, and spiritual worlds collide, where past, present, and future overlap to draw back the Veil. You've found such a place.
conversations.prefix: Thin Places:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Sometimes there's a lull. Dried up leads. A calm before the storm. The still before battle. What is done in such quiet moments is as telling as choices in the heat of action.
conversations.prefix: Downtime:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You know that super important thingus is here somewhere, if you can only find it in time. Without this crucial McGuffin you'll never uncover the phlebotinum!
conversations.prefix: Pixel Hunt:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Closetland's local psychopath, she might be an insane Fair Folk, murderous ghost, or one of the Lilim, those untamable Daughters of Lilith. A right guess will not save you.
conversations.prefix: Lilywight:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: A massive tangle of wooden horns rises above a pair of beady eyes the color of dried cranberries, crowning a drooling giant of verdant flesh and wild vines, intertwined.
conversations.prefix: Umberjack:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: One of the Alley's most recognizable residents, as much by smell as sight, she frequently wanders the metro alleyways collecting bits of trash and discarded food.
conversations.prefix: Fishwipe:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: This shadowy being is distinctly youthful and female, voice remote and echoey, like the far off  din of distant children at play.
conversations.prefix: Charlotte Sometimes:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: A modern edifice of glass and steel, the Institute for Better Sleep researches nighttime disorders, relying upon volunteer subjects from the local derelict community.
conversations.prefix: The Institute:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You can learn a lot about a place from the people who work there. Through clever social engineering, you'll end up finding out far more than you probably should.
conversations.prefix: Staff On Duty :
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Blood-spattered scrubs, ritualized mutilation, and nasty instruments of rusted surgical steel provide the nightmare fuel for these phantasms of nosocomephobia.
conversations.prefix: Hell Surgeons:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: This pharaonic relic allegedly belonged to Nephren-Ka, the insane Ancient Egypt ruler whose name and image were struck from all surviving records and shrines.
conversations.prefix: Pharaoh Hand:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Formed of shadows, malevolence, and sand, the reborn soul of the Mad Pharaoh uncoils its sinister influence upon a woefully unprepared modern world.
conversations.prefix: Nephren-Ka:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The deepest, most distant reaches of the Dreaming, the Far Marches harbor the lost spirits, exiled entities, and forgotten gods of civilizations past and yet to be.
conversations.prefix: The Far Marches:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You carry the Soucriant Taint, granting dark abilities coupled with a terrible thirst and deadly weakness to sunlight. Despite pop culture, there is no confirmed link to this strain and a 15th century Wallachian prince.
conversations.prefix: The House of D:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Bearing the Mark of the Wolf, Lycan Taint pulls you into the company of your fellow lycanthropes, their strength coursing through your veins just as assuredly as the wild hunger that drives you to devour your fresh kills.
conversations.prefix: The Wolf Pack:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Now that the Fair Queen has bestowed upon you a gallant quest, do you have the wherewithal to appease Her Greatness of the Conjoined Courts of the Bright and Night Courts, High Sovereign of the (Un)Seemly Alliance?
conversations.prefix: Court Errand:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Capricious and cruel, this feral fae switches from mischievous to menacing in swiftly alternating currents of amoral ambiguity typifying those of her storied supernal kin.
conversations.prefix: Widdershins:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: A bit of a misnomer, males, females and gutter punks in between compose the Wilde Boiz, personal experience with the weird being their one thing in common.
conversations.prefix: Wilde Boiz:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: His nickname of 'The Golden Knight' having more to do with his mettle than actual metal, this sentient suit of armour strives to uphold the dying ideals of chivalry.
conversations.prefix: Belanter:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: This stoic behemoth of walking and talking stonework possesses a predictably gravelly voice and a perhaps less predictable deadpan caustic wit. Plus a fedora fetish.
conversations.prefix: Smokestack:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Demon? Witch? Excrucian shard? Or an anthropomorphic manifestation of her namesake chapel, incarnate? Whichever it may be, best to stay on her good side.
conversations.prefix: Dolorous:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Perfect templates of fashion couture and trendy tastemakers of nightlife, these club scene elites will murder you socially  long before sinking fangs into you.
conversations.prefix: The Clique:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Beneath the steady hum of traffic zipping by, unbeknownst to those who pass over them on a daily basis, a community of  street kids and gutter punks have found a home.
conversations.prefix: The Underpass:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Having spent much time in the Dreaming, Ambriel is aware of its delightful tangents and treacherous byways. She certainly knows what to do about recursions. 
conversations.prefix: Oneiromancy:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Playing to her strengths, Dani has seen a great deal of the occult underground, and knows how to piece together clues, subtle wisps of energy, magical auras, omens, and other occult detritus into something meaningful.
conversations.prefix: Occult Investigation:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Unlike the sheeple, Ambriel can't just leave the mysteries to others. She prods and pokes and demands until answers are forthcoming, even when she might anger or alienate others. 
conversations.prefix: Can't Leave Well Enough Alone:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Sometimes, the anger gets in her eyes.
conversations.prefix: Righteous Wrath:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild: