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Topic: Witchcraft: Stare into the Night
Subject: The file
Tanta Chicago, Peruvian Restaurant
118 W. Grand Ave, Chicago, IL - 11:25am
Cyrene La Croix sat in a private booth at the fine Peruvian style restaurant. She had paid extra to make sure that she was given a place of privacy for her meeting. She was currently enjoying an entrée of Salmon Anticuchero, which is grilled salmon, quinoa salad, avocado mousse, with huacatay sauce; and drinking a Pisco Sour made the right way; barsol quebranta pisco, egg white, lime, sugar and amargo chuncho bitters. It was hard to fine authentic Peruvian cuisine outside of Peru, of course, and she always like coming to Chicago because it had several fine upscale authentic restaurants of various worldly cuisines.
She casually glanced across the restaurant that was starting to gather more clientele as the Noon hour was approaching; a small smile came to her lips as she noticed several gentlemen checking her out from the bar. So far none of them had the nerve to come over and talk to her. She was glad for that, but she knew that while they felt the sexual ‘allure' that she exuded almost like a pheromone, they could probably also sense that something was a little off with the woman. She always keep her true nature hidden, or course; it wouldn't do to walk around terrifying the mundane people of the world. Only truly gifted people could sense that she was different, and possibly gifted herself, but they couldn't see what she really was; a fact that they would be grateful for, if only they knew the truth.
Cyrene looked up when she saw the person that was coming to meet her. Sgt Fansler of the Chicago PD was hard to miss as he walked in wearing a patrolman's uniform; looking just like any other policeman coming in for lunch perhaps. Maybe he would be a little out of place, since Tanta was a bit out of the usual price range for your average patrolman.
Fansler looked around the room and then his eyes fell upon her and they practically bugged from their sockets. He stood staring as if wondering if this was the woman that had called him an hour ago demanding that he meet her here. She had told him that she worked for the Cult and she was brought in to deal with an unpleasant situation. Her knowledge of the situation, and the commanding tone she used, left him with little recourse but to comply. He agreed to meet her here as she directed. He saw her smiled slightly at him and give an almost imperceptible nod of her head to confirm that she was the one he was here to see. He got his feet moving and approached her table. She was a knock-out; his eyes took her in as he walked up to the table. The perfect jet-black hair, glittering blue eyes, a perky mouth with bright, almost blood red, lipstick. Her dress was red with flower embroidery, it appeared Asian looking, and it revealed an ample bosom that swelled the dress to nicely. Her creamy skin was smooth looking and .. well perfection; he couldn't see a single imperfection and it didn't look like she used much, if any, makeup.
"Ms. La Croix?" Fansler managed as he stopped by her table, trying to keep his eyes above the neckline. He didn't know what it was, but he was drawn to her, he couldn't seem to help it.
"Yes," Cyrene answered with a faint smile, "Sgt Fansler. Please be seated. I have some questions for you."
"Of course," Fansler replied as he dropped into the booth opposite her and tried not to stare.
"You have the file about which I inquired?" She asked as she took a sip of her Pisco Sour.
"Ah, Yes," Fansler pulled a folder out of his jacket and slid it across the table to her, "I managed to get the original file as you requested. It wasn't easy and the Detective that has it will miss it if I don't return it soon."
Cyrene offered up a faint smirk as she reached out a hand to pull the file to her, "I'm afraid that there is a need for this file to disappear."
Fansler's eyes grew a little wider with worry, "But Detective Kelly will want to know where it went. I'll be questioned about it."
"Make something up," she said as she flipped open the file and saw a picture of a man on the inside cover, "this is him? This Alexander Sharpe you told us about? The one this Detective went to see after the last Cult Member was found murdered?"
"Yes," Fansler said, "He was a cop till he just lost it after his wife and her Coven were slaughtered a couple years ago. He was partners with Kelly, which is why I think he went to see him."
Cyrene nodded as she looked at the photo, it was a file photo from his policeman days. It looked like most other mundane men, he was kind of cute, but he didn't show anything extraordinary really he, She turned her head to the side slightly as she looked closer at his eyes. She could almost see something there; something promising. He didn't look like the type of man who would go about murdering Cult members, but his eyes, something dark lurked there perhaps.
"I want you to keep an eye on this Detective Kelly," Cyrene told Fansler as she continued to look at the photo, "if he goes to see this Sharpe again I want to know about it."
"Yes ma'am," he replied, "do you want me to keep an eye on Sharpe as well."
"No," she replied firmly, "stay away from him. He knows you and if you're seen, he will become suspicious. I'll put someone else on him. Someone he won't suspect."
She closed the folder for now and took another sip of her drink and then looked at her food which was growing cold.
"Is there anything else Sgt. Fansler?" she asked as she stared intently at him.
Fansler found himself locked in that gaze; it froze him for a moment. He imagined it was what a mouse might feel when it saw the cat that was about to pounce upon it and end its tiny life.
"No ma'am," he finally croaked out as he stood up. He eyed the folder that sat next to her for a moment, before he turned away and left the restaurant. While he found this woman to be irresistible, he also felt that she was a deadly woman whom he had best do as she said if he wanted to continue living.
Cyrene smiled as she watched the Patrolman leave; men were so easy to control or intimidate, whichever was required. She reached over and flipped open the folder laying on the table, and looked again at the photo as she finished up her lunch. She wondered what kind of man was this Alexander Sharpe? She wondered if he was Gifted? His wife had been in a coven afterall, so perhaps he too had some power. She would finish her lunch and go back to her place and examine the file further; she needed to know as much as she could about this man to determine if perhaps he was involved in this slaying of Cult Members.
(OOC: More to follow later as the investigation continues.  )
Posted on 2016-10-07 at 12:43:57.
Edited on 2016-10-07 at 12:44:28 by Boo Boo
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Topic: Titansgrave Adventures
Subject: What's in the bag?
Máiréad watched quietly as the other handled the eggs and even stored them away. She shook her head as it was a bad idea in her opinion; the things were unnatural and should be destroyed but she was not going to say it again. She would wait to see if it came back to bite them and when it did, as it often did, she would say that she had told them. She turned to Rhy and his talk of climbing the walls, she looked up and shook her head and then back to Rhy.
"Forget climbing," she said, "would you want to be the one up there if more of these bugs came out of some hole up there?" She smirked knowing that she would not and doubted the he would either.
"What of the Messenger bag, Rhy?" She asked, "what did you find?"
Here they were talking of leaving and it appeared that no one had looked into the bag; it probably held more clues then could be found crawling about the roof of the cavern.
She turned to look Lum for a moment and thought of this Orc symbol; some super orc? She didn't say it, but she agreed that the orc was probably dead now, but that didn't mean he couldn't have followers still. Followers who could use Firebugs and maybe a way to let them breed? This was a problem. They had to find out who could do this and put a stop to it. Such creatures couldn't be allowed to run free upon the surface; such a force could wreak havoc among communities there.
Posted on 2016-10-07 at 07:34:30.
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Topic: Tann’s NFL U Pick em Game 2016-17
Subject: Go figure
Hmmm the cards were actually better without Palmer.
Guess you should have stuck with your original pick there Tann.
Posted on 2016-10-07 at 04:11:20.
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Topic: Tann’s NFL U Pick em Game 2016-17
Subject: Some one call my name?
~Tann hears breathing sounds and feels a hot breath on the back of his neck~
Hey! 
Hmmm. Lets see, two 1-3 teams. Arizona lost his normal QB to injury. SF at home. Hmmmm?
I think I'm going to go pick:
San Fran
Posted on 2016-10-06 at 16:25:17.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Oops
Sorry, that 'compulsion' was aimed at the Captain, but hey, don't let that stop you. The more posts the merrier!
Posted on 2016-10-06 at 07:00:45.
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Topic: Dark Fantasy QnA
Subject: Lum
I could post to the brands if I knew what Lum knows.
Posted on 2016-10-06 at 06:32:46.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Do it!
Do it NOW!!! Post! 
Posted on 2016-10-06 at 05:35:29.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty
Subject: On Duty
Stardate 2365.02.09
USS Peregrine; Sickbay, Deck 4 - 0645
Chief Petty Officer Dana Cook strode into the Sickbay and noticed nothing out of place; this was good. It seemed it had been a peaceful night for all. She saw Crewman Patel was standing near the bed for PO Bachmann who appeared to be asleep at the moment; so Cook approached quietly.
"Good Morning Nurse," she said softly so as not to wake Bachmann, "How is our patient?"
"Good Morning Chief," Patel responded as he nodded and returned to looking at his PADD and making entries, "He had a restful night. No issues other than he requested something to help him sleep. He said his arm and shoulder were mildly painful and he was having problem drifting off."
"Good," Cook responded, "are the test requested complete?"
"Yes, Chief," he said and walked with her over to her desk where he lifted the PADD there and handed it to her, "All test updated and sent to you and the Doctor. Although, other than the apparent electrical tissue damage, none of the tests showed anything unusual medically. I even tried a dermal regenerator on his arm to repair some of the damage, but for some reason there was no change. It's as if it's refusing to let the tissue be repaired. I've never seen anything like it. Have you?"
Cook was looking at the test results on the PADD and shook her head absently for a moment before responding, "No. It doesn't seem to be normal electrical damage. It isn't a plasma burn either as most of the damage seems to be subdural. Strange. Well we will give these results to the Doctor and let her decide on the next course of action."
She looked back over to the bed where PO Bachmann was sleeping, "At least he isn't in any sever pain and he is able to rest. But he isn't going to like it that he has to stay here till we figure it out." She smirked knowing how he had expressed his desire to be out of here, but until they found out the cause and ascertained if he was alright, then he would be confined to this sickbay.
"Has he eaten anything?" she asked.
"He did eat dinner last night," Patel responded, "his appetite seemed normal."
"Good report Crewman," she told him as she set the PADD aside for now, "you are relieved. Get some rest."
"Thank you Chief," Patel said as he quickly made some notes in his PADD before setting it aside and after one last check on the patient, he dismissed himself and left Sickbay.
Cook sat down at her desk, where she could see PO Bachmann, and logged into her computer. She looked over the test results one last time, but only shook her head. None of this made sense. It appeared as electrical shock but it couldn't be repaired normally. Something wasn't right here. Closing the results for now, she opened up the communications interface to send a message.
Stardate: 2365.02.09 - 0708
To: Lt. Sh'iraolnas
Subject: CPO Lauren Crane
Lt,
I am writing you because I am aware of the unfortunate situation in which Chief Crane has gotten herself. She only spoke to me because we share quarters and are good friends. Rest assured that I will speak to no one about the situation, except for you or the Captain. I know the charges against her are serious and punishment is warranted, but I would like the chance to talk to you about them and what recommendations you will make to the Captain regarding her disciplinary action.
If you have a few minutes, please let me know when we can meet privately to discuss it. I would prefer to discuss it prior to you meeting with the Captain if, possible. Thank you for your time.
CPO Dana Cook
Head Nurse
Dana sat back after sending the message and sighed. She didn't know what good she could do, but she hoped that she could persuade the Captain, and Lt. Sh'iraolnas, to consider Lauren's service record and to listen to her side of the story before judging her.
That done, she rose and went about her business. When PO Bachmann awoke, she would talk to him and see how he was doing, and if he was up to it, order him some breakfast.
Posted on 2016-10-05 at 08:36:19.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Hmmmm
Well, since the Captain advance it to the next day, just barely, I'm going to assume it is ok to post to the morning. If not, let me know. I'm dying to post something. 
Posted on 2016-10-05 at 08:32:30.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Looks around
Ah, so can we post to the next day? Morning at least?
Posted on 2016-10-05 at 05:52:46.
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Topic: Tann’s NFL U Pick em Game 2016-17
Subject: Good
Hey, no problem Tann. Say, can you feel me breathing down your neck? 
Posted on 2016-10-04 at 18:15:02.
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Topic: Stare into the Night Q&A
Subject: Nice phrase
I think I will start using that in my everyday life. It should get a lot of attention, especially at work.
"By my will, so mote it be!" What? what you looking at? Who are those dudes in the white coats? No, I don't want to go with them. STAY BACK!!! 
Posted on 2016-10-04 at 17:02:02.
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Topic: Tann’s NFL U Pick em Game 2016-17
Subject: Double check please!
Tann, please check mine again. I believe I have 9.
The winning teams I picked were:
Cincinnati
Atlanta
Oakland
Washington
Houston
Seattle
Denver
Pittsburgh
Minnesota
Remember I had switched my Sunday and Monday night game prior to the deadline on Sunday.
Let me know if you see the same.
Posted on 2016-10-04 at 16:59:00.
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Topic: Stare into the Night Q&A
Subject: Is that an actual phrase?
Okie dokey!
Posted on 2016-10-04 at 14:32:08.
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Topic: Stare into the Night Q&A
Subject: Cool
That works for me, totally up to you!
Posted on 2016-10-04 at 13:58:10.
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Topic: Stare into the Night Q&A
Subject: Sorry
I thought he was called a Sargent at some point. My mistake. Post corrected.
Posted on 2016-10-04 at 12:54:45.
Edited on 2016-10-04 at 12:56:58 by Boo Boo
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Topic: Stare into the Night Q&A
Subject: Of course
It's an Awesome group you have here, plus me.
I plan to NPC Sargent Fansler in their meeting, unless there are any objections? I promise not to kill him. 
Posted on 2016-10-04 at 08:13:33.
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Topic: Witchcraft: Stare into the Night
Subject: Let us begin
55 East Erie St #SH-2, Near North Side, Chicago, IL - 11:28pm
Cyrene sat in her wood-paneled den, sipping a glass of 1945 Chateau Mouton-Rothschild, a fire going in the Gas-log fireplace, and looking at her computer screen. While she thought flying was marvelous, it tended to make her anxious and therefore she often had trouble sleeping shortly after a long flight. She might be practically an immortal and was very hard to kill, but she thought a crash from 30+ thousand feet just might do the trick. Besides, Katul had one of his men drop off the flash drive at her Townhouse while she was out to dinner. She arrived back at her place, and not feeling like sleeping just yet, thought she would start looking over the information and get to work first thing tomorrow.
She sighed as she sat back in the high-back leather chair and sipped her wine. It wasn't the wine that made her sigh, though it was a superb wine and expensive. She had picked up the bottle, from Chateau Mouton-Rothschilds personal cellar, at a Sotheby's NY auction last year for a mere $300,000. No, it wasn't the magnificent wine, it was a sigh of disgust at the almost complete lack of information about these slayings of Cultists. Most had been killed in various ways, some missing their amulets of Azazel. This lead her to believe that the person, or persons, responsible had a vendetta against the cult. Someone who was being very methodical and precise in their actions. Someone who was being very careful not to let their identify be discovered; a wise move. Most of the cultists killed were low level minions, suitable for information and menial tasks and not much more. But the latest had been someone a bit higher up and a gifted, Eddie Stevens. This one had been burned alive apparently and the partially melted amulet had been found on the body. This action had prompted her summoning and assigning to the task. This latest killing was different from the others; Eddie had been killed in a way to make him suffer; it had been personal with Eddie. Why?
Yes, most of the information that had been gathered by Katul's minions had been worthless, except for perhaps the latest bit submitted recently from a cultist by the name of Fansler. He was a cop for the Chicago Police Department and had said that a cold case had been reopened and it might have some barring on the case. Fansler had said that a Detective Joe Kelly, who was working the Eddie Stevens case, had been to question a former cop by the name of Alexander Sharpe. It appeared that Sharpe's wife had belonged to a Wicce Coven that had all been slain a couple years ago and it appeared to have been done by Cultist, as the symbol of Azazel was everywhere. Idiots! You don't kill and leave signs of your identity or connections. She killed for Azazel, it was the primary purpose for her life, but she didn't leave symbols behind to lead authorities to your door step. The only one that mattered to her was Azazel, and he knew when she had accomplished her goal and that was good enough for her. Leaving symbols was a sign of arrogance and pride, wanting people to fear you. She didn't want people to fear her, she didn't even want people to know that she existed. Well, at least as a servant of Azazel at least. She enjoyed the lavish lifestyle with all the perks, like $300k bottles of wine, limos, & downtown 4-story townhouses; but she didn't want people to know of her connection to Azazel. It was a deep personal connection going back centuries, and she didn't need to share that with anyone.
Fansler had left this Sharpe's address and phone number behind when he left. She wondered if this thin thread was worth pursuing; other, thinner threads, had proven fruitful in the past. But first she wanted to speak to this Fansler and see if he had any other information he could give her. She would contact him first thing in the morning and arrange a meeting; she needed to see the police file on this Alexander Sharpe.
Posted on 2016-10-04 at 07:44:42.
Edited on 2016-10-04 at 12:52:49 by Boo Boo
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Topic: Titansgrave Adventures
Subject: Big Doors!
"Kaiyo?" Tomiki said as Máiréad finished healing him. When his eyes opened and focused fully on her, she smiled at him.
"Thank for your healing I stand once more in your debt. I apologize for calling another girl's name."
"No apologies needed, my friend," she replied as he climbed to his feet and she went to heal Lum who appeared to be the only other one injured. She then joined the others to review the door and the mysterious find of what appears to be Firebug Eggs. She frowned at the eggs as she approached and voiced her concern.
"Firebugs can't bred," she hissed. This was something totally unexpected. They were creatures of dark magic and technologies and were not natural life forms. This was something new that had to be investigated.
She found Lum looking at the eggs and she flinched at the heat of it when she came up next to him. It seemed the 'spit' or whatever it was still retained a lot of his potency.
"Whatever these eggs hold be it Firebug or something else they must be destroyed" Tomiki said as he came up.
Máiréad saw Tomiki move close and start to draw his swords, but she reached out and put a hand on his forearm gently to restrain him.
"I agree," she said, "but I fear you may be splashed by the hot 'goo' there if you use your swords," She then smiled, "I just healed you so please don't get injured again so quickly. Maybe we can use something else." She glanced around for something that might resist the intense heat.
(Since it was Ody's idea, I will assume Lum says something like: "Why not use bug leg?")
Máiréad looked at the legs of the dead bug and smiled, "Good idea Lum." She approached one of the bugs and then saw something, a pouch with a strap, a messenger pouch perhaps. She doubted the bugs were messengers; more likely they ate the messenger and the pouch's strap got tangled in the leg.
"Rhy," she said to the mage, "there is a pouch on the bugs leg there by you. Why don't you see what it contains."
Approaching the nearest dead bug, she gestured to their ninja, "Tomiki, see if you can cut off one of those legs here, so Lum can use it to dig the eggs out of that goo?"
(OOC: If everyone is ok with all this, and the actions are done. )
"Be careful," Máiréad said as they approached the eggs again, "don't get splashed or touch the eggs with your hands. They will still be hot enough to burn. Taking them out of the heat will allow the eggs to cool. I think that will kill them, otherwise there would be no reason to keep them hot. The heat is probably to incubate them."
Posted on 2016-10-02 at 17:34:53.
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Topic: Dark Fantasy QnA
Subject: Post
I should have a post up later tonight. She will suggest that we destroy the foul eggs using the leg of the creature as mentioned. I forgot who brought that up, but I will give them credit in my post.
She will yell for Tomiki to STOP! When she sees him pulling his swords to strike them. I see bad consequences for that method, splashed by the lava like goo, or even damage to his swords.
Posted on 2016-10-02 at 15:59:57.
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Topic: Tann’s NFL U Pick em Game 2016-17
Subject: Ravens?
Isn't that like a double Browns loss?
Posted on 2016-10-02 at 15:46:44.
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Topic: Tann’s NFL U Pick em Game 2016-17
Subject: Changes
My Pats lost? They got shut out? 
This disappointment has caused me to doubt my pics so, I think I will change my Sunday night and Monday pics.
Sunday
Pittsburgh
Monday
Minnesota
Probably a mistake but we will see. 
Posted on 2016-10-02 at 15:37:53.
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Topic: Stare into the Night Q&A
Subject: She's fine
No, Cyrene is perfect the way she is now. I was just wondering if I was missing something about that Meta.
Thanks for explaining.
Posted on 2016-10-02 at 12:18:19.
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Topic: Tann’s NFL U Pick em Game 2016-17
Subject: Who did I pick?
The Colts? Doh!
Posted on 2016-10-02 at 11:59:15.
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Topic: Tann’s NFL U Pick em Game 2016-17
Subject: Sunday morning game
Question, what happens when someone doesn't pick a game before it started?
Posted on 2016-10-02 at 09:18:41.
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