stsisyphus #IAMTSW Backstory: An Oral History of Colt "Scoundrelle" Moineau

Antida in Games, The Secret World 0 comments 26 APR 2015

I’m user stsisyphus, and this is my entry for the backstory round for #IAMTSW.

An Oral History of Colt Moineau
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2009.12.23
Colt Moineau? I know her. Lots of people know her, you hear stories about her. She’s just around, like advertisements. You look and she’s there. Yeah, she was in that band. Brass-something. It was in New Orleans, few years back. Pre-Katrina. You could tell they weren’t going anywhere, too much trouble behind the scenes. Dueling egos, competitive promiscuity, huge drama explosions in the middle of the marketplace, and meltdowns on stage: it’s all classic rock-and-roll.

You want a copy of their album? Well it’s a demo. I have it out in the car.

2010.11.20
Brass Monday was just starting to build buzz and then imploded like a soufflé. Katrina was the nail in that coffin, though. Yeah, Colt was there through the whole thing: the storm, the levees, the Superdome riots. Don’t go thinking she was an angel. She was out looting and shooting, just to stay on top of the pile of dying. There wasn’t much choice, not with Les Chevals rioting in the streets. And the fucking vampires! You know her old man used to hunt them? You’d know it if you ever saw her eyes.

If you’re looking for Colt, here’s some advice: Don’t.

2011.01.04
Och, how much you think you know. So many partial truths you have. It was her grand-father who was the hunter. The House of Bronze Flame has lived on the borders of the Secret World for generations.

Uh-oh. I told a secret.

Shh, don’t tell, don’t tell. You’re safe here with me, safe from all those people looking for her. Dead boys tell no tales, no tales at all. Except for the ones they end up screaming near the end. Will you tell me a bedtime story?

2010.10.31
Of course I was followed! There’s three of them: ex-Spooks, company men. No, I didn’t get the file. You didn’t give me the tools to do this professionally, so this is what I’ve got. The girl isn’t the issue. It’s her mother. She used to be a New York operative. She crossed lines that weren’t supposed to be crossed, got herself “compromised” by one of the competition. Long story short: Baby-girl Moineau is just the loose end on a sordid, stupid story. They’d like to get their hands on her. I never found out why, and I’m not going to ask. Next time you…oh hell, run! RUN!

2012.11.03
Ask a hundred different people and you’ll get a hundred different answers. Mom’s Templar, Dad’s Illuminati. Mother’s an ex-KGB mole, father’s a hardcore Phoenician combat mage. Nobody knows. Nobody even cares. That’s not where the story is. The real story is that the story itself doesn’t add up. It’s all Romeo and Juliet, ‘two houses both alike in dignity’. Well that’s cute, but when? Where? Someone would have known who they were. We’d have details. Sure, rumor says it happened back during the Mississippi voodoo revolts. When was that? The late 60s, 70s? Colt doesn’t look fifty years old, you know. Not that that means much of anything.

2012.03.14
I did some more digging on your weird time-warp job. I still don’t have any names, but I did find a story about this girl in the 1990s. Oh, nowhere reputable. Trashy Italian paranormal magazine, part of a spread on alien abductions. 1994: Eight year old appears in Paris after missing for more than a decade. Disappeared from Nice in 1983, re-appeared on the midday express from London. Naturally, she’s an amnesiac about the missing time. Convenient! I bet she ate the other little girl and took her skin.

Why are you laughing? That wasn’t a joke.

2011.04.30
You want to know which models are accurate, which histories are true? Who says history is a binary state? You think only one is true and all others false? No man, that’s not even the real question. It’s not about where she was, it’s about where she’s going.

2012.06.19
Initiate the reckoning backbeat. Edo shivers, quakes with astro-cephlopodian signals. Our hivebodies respond in echo – dancing to the rhythm of the apocalyptic symphony. AN INVITATION ACROSS THE NATIONS. She feels the flame in her veins, helix strings re-tuned to match an aeons-old song. The bittersweet encoding found in secret secretory cells. Kiss her and remember, taste her and regret. WALKING BACK TO YOU IS THE HARDEST THING I CAN DO.

2010.11.05
I’m just a girl looking for her own peace of mind, bebe. Nothing special about me.


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