[It's my birthday] Give me strange sights witnessed in an urban spirit realm

ColinChapman

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#11
There, in the shadow-dappled alleyway, behind the grime-stained dumpster, the gray sunlight catches the iridescence on a small patch of oil. The stick figure crouches over it, impossibly attenuated, weaving the rainbow-coloured strands from the oil's surface with blurring, needle-like fingers. It is crafting a small thing, a tiny thing, a thing of tormenting beauty and breathtaking horror.
 
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MoonHunter

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Urban spirit realms will always have replays of historical moments or events.

In San Francisco, there is often moments of fracture, when the echo of the quake comes back. The rule is never go into the astral in the city if there has been any seismic activity in the bay area.

Other than that, hitting the Haight will give you echos of the Hippies.

Hitting it near the docks, gives you more industrial moments of shipping, trucks, and the 20s to 40s.

Chinatown has a very different feel. Going into the astral near it and you might as well be in historical middle kingdom (or the middle kingdom in the 20s).

So traveling in areas that "have a past" and entering the astral will give you a whole different feel.
 

phred

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#13
The Garden – You know those parts of the city where the trees line one side of the sidewalk and apartments and houses line the other side? As you look down the sidewalk at night, it looks just like a tunnel. And sometimes, if you’re lucky, you’ll see the Garden at the end of the tunnel. It’s always a bright, sunny day in the Garden. You just know if you could just get to the Garden, it would be warm and relaxing with birds quietly chirping in the distance. You could just stretch out on a lawn chair, and all your cares would disappear. But you can’t get there. When you get to the end of the street, it’s just the end of street.

But The Lady. The Lady could tell you how to get to the Garden. You saw her once leaving the Garden wearing a gossamer, white gown that shimmered in the light from the streetlamps. If you could talk to her, just for a minute, she could take you there, and all your troubles would just melt away.
 

Tyrnis

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It's never really safe to live on the streets, but the rumors say you have to be especially careful when things look a little too good. The rumors say there's a certain dumpster that always seems to have exactly what you're looking for in it. It might not be new in the box, but if you're hungry, it's a mostly fresh pizza that's only had one slice eaten. Maybe it's that blanket you need to keep warm on a winter night when the shelter is full, and it's even reasonably clean. Every once in a while, you hear of someone who was good enough, or just lucky enough, to get what they were after. Most of the time, though, the dumpster gets them.

I've always imagined that would be a thing in urban fantasy: a supernatural trapdoor spider or venus flytrap in the form of something innocuous like a dumpster. Capable of being nearly anywhere in the city unnoticed, and of luring in its victims with (mostly) false promises of what they desired.
 

Snow Goon

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There, in the shadow-dappled alleyway, behind the grime-stained dumpster, the gray sunlight catches the iridescence on a small patch of oil. The stick figure crouches over it, impossibly attenuated, weaving the rainbow-coloured strands from the oil's surface with blurring, needle-like fingers. It is crafting a small thing, a tiny thing, a thing of tormenting beauty and breathtaking horror.
Beautiful. I love it.
It's never really safe to live on the streets, but the rumors say you have to be especially careful when things look a little too good. The rumors say there's a certain dumpster that always seems to have exactly what you're looking for in it. It might not be new in the box, but if you're hungry, it's a mostly fresh pizza that's only had one slice eaten. Maybe it's that blanket you need to keep warm on a winter night when the shelter is full, and it's even reasonably clean. Every once in a while, you hear of someone who was good enough, or just lucky enough, to get what they were after. Most of the time, though, the dumpster gets them.

I've always imagined that would be a thing in urban fantasy: a supernatural trapdoor spider or venus flytrap in the form of something innocuous like a dumpster. Capable of being nearly anywhere in the city unnoticed, and of luring in its victims with (mostly) false promises of what they desired.
I agree. Angler fish, trapdoor spiders, venus flytraps, should have supernatural analogs in any urban fantasy. I actually had one in a campaign I ran years back. There was a single taxi which drove around at night and it would make pick-ups from the sidewalk. Characters could identify it from the whale song constantly playing on the radio inside. The driver was strange, speaking a language no one could seam to identify when not using broken English, and the seats were made form some soft, unidentifiable leather.

People who used it were not seen again.
 

Daydreamer

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Walk past a certain park at a certain time and there will be a group of children sitting under a tree, scrawling strange drawings onto artist's tablets. Their motions are frantic and their drawings are unintelligible--but there's a pattern to them. When you look at those drawings, you know you've forgotten what that thing is that you're looking at a picture of. If you walk up to the children, all of them at once will immediately stop what they're doing and stare at you. Their faces are emotionally blank, and their eyes are utterly black, like colored glass. They will not answer your questions, they won't respond to anything you say or do. They'll just keep staring, wordlessly. When you walk back, far enough away, they'll go right back to drawing their strange works.
 

csyphrett

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Back in the day, The Tongs and other secret societies fought bloody wars in Chinatown. They still do sometimes. But don't try to psychically or magically read the past. It stirs up things that should be left alone. It stirs up the Black Reaper, and his enemy, Bloodletter. And that's when people start dying from electrocution and holes in their bodies until the bloodlust is settled again.

It's said that they'll only listen to a girl with silver eyes. Good luck finding a girl like that.
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csyphrett

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#18
Submitted for your inspection, a suit of armor with a demonic face built into the helmet. It appears to carry out contracts to the letter. If you want someone dead, robbed, or tortured until their mind breaks, or some other task that only a demon can do, you can call on Dewer.

What he wants back is something valuable to you.

(Dewer is from a Jules De Grandin story that I have used in campaigns. He can't be bargained with or stopped but can be tricked into fulfilling his end of the contract without fulfilling it.)
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