'Pope' Clifton is a Lantern Follower. He is boisterous, unorthodox, and grandiose. If he rebels, he demands to be called 'your Holiness'.
One may engage in a romantic relationship with 'Pope' Clifton if she is spoken to and Streets Strange by Moonlight is chosen as the subject of discussion. Temptation: Enlightenment or any of its forms (ex., Desire: Enlightenment) is also required to do so..
A bellowing and unorthodox Catholic with a mystic streak and an untrimmed beard. [You might be able to recruit this acquaintance as a follower.]
- Acquaintance description
Aspects: Acquaintance, Mortal
Now Clifton improvises new prayers rich with solar metaphors. He still shouts like a soldier and drinks like a sailor.
- Believer description
Aspects: Mortal, Follower, Lantern 2
Clifton's devotions have grown complex. His eyes have grown wide and shining. His voice has become even louder.
- Disciple description
Aspects: Mortal, Potential, Lantern 5, Follower, Disciple
Clifton still recites his prayers, but they are grown strange as old mirrors. He rises every morning to greet the dawn. He looks it full in the face, and tells you exactly what he sees.
- Exalt description
Aspects: Mortal, Lantern 10, Exalted, Follower, Disciple
Clifton likes to be addressed as 'your Holiness'. When he is not so addressed, there may be a scene.
- Rival description
Aspects: A Rival's Ascension 2, Mortal, Maverick, Suspicious
Clifton roars and curses, but the bars hold, and the walls are thick.
- Prisoner description
Aspects: Mortal, Heart 3, Lantern 5, Prisoner, Grail 3,
'Pope' Clifton can be romanced at Streets Strange by Moonlight.
The light is silver; the breeze is cool; the night's silence invites words as dark velvet invites a finger's touch.
- Invitation description
Clifton belches and wipes his mouth. 'All bloody right,' he says approvingly.
- Followup description
Clifton sways closer to me. 'I haven't drunk anything,' he assures me, 'but I'm drunk anyway. Maybe it's the moon.' He places an experimental hand on my hip. 'Maybe it's you. Are we going home now?'
- Success description
When I come to Clifton, his rooms are always blazingly lit - candles, arc-lights, even oil-lamps. He insists. As the evening goes on, the lights fail, one by one, until our ultimate business is conducted in perfect darkness.
- Season description
It is hard to tell, with him, whether to laugh or cry. Sometimes he stumbles in at dawn, dripping Turkish cigarettes. Other times he drapes our home with hanging lamps, and may or may not persuade a battered gramophone to play. Those nights, we sample food, and then each other, in the glittering gloom of the night. [This might be considered a victory. But the House is no place for lovers.]
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