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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Thanks!
Happy you enjoyed it!
As far as writing accents goes, I never really thought about it... 
I just write them the way I hear them, I suppose. Could have something to do with growing up a military brat... Spent the first four years of my life in England, spoke with a British accent myself until I was eight or so as a result... moved all over Hell and Breakfast until I was 18, joined the military myself and traveled more... *shrugs* I'm sure it plays in there somewhere. 
Posted on 2016-10-07 at 17:32:19.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Double down
One post for the Drake/Zai convo.
Another for fluff purposes... started writing it a while back, found it today and decided to finish it up just for S&G.
Posted on 2016-10-07 at 16:15:35.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty
Subject: Rumor has it... (Fluffy flashback)
Stardate 2365.02.08
USS Peregrine; Deck 3; Cabin 03-276 - 2310
Megan Owen, dressed comfortably in a pair of shorts and an oversized t-shirt, was curled up in one of the large chairs in the living area, chewing thoughtfully on one end of a stylus as her eyes absorbed the information presented by the PADD resting in her lap. "Why inna bloody hell would ya even wanna go ta Gamma Pavonis ta begin with," she grumbled around the stylus, her gaze ticking across the displayed star chart, "There's nothin' blinkin' there ta see,. Edge o' th' Neutral Zone, mebbe. Crotchety-arse Romulans," She sighed, took the stylus from between her teeth, and stabbed at the red dot on the chart that represented the uninhabitable planet.
=/=Gamma Pavonis,=/= a synthesized voice intoned, =/=Beta Quadrant. Sector Q6: 3781 mark 1143.=/=
Megan's eyes panned across the map, found the origin planet specified in the exercise, and she tapped it with the stylus, as well.
=/=Mu Herculis. Alpha Quadrant. Sector P6: 3419 mark 1199,=/= the PADD chirped as a line appeared between the two waypoints she had selected, =/=Distance from Gamma Pavonis: 31.85269 light years.=/=
"Hmmmm," Megan droned, clamping down on the end of the stylus with her teeth, once more, as she ran through the math, "Tha'd be nigh on 30 days at Warp 6, But," her brows unknitted and climbed up her forehead as she examined the PADDs suggested course and the stylus came free of her bite, again, "If we set course fer Mem'ry Alpha, pull a slingshot, there, an' another at Ophiucus," She adjusted the course on the PADD per her thoughts.
=/=Course adjustments extend distance from Mu Herculis to Gamma Pavonis by .6588 light years,=/= the PADD informed her.
"Aye, I know," Megan grinned, dropping the stylus, now, her fingers dancing over the PADD and tapping in calculations, "but with the boosts pr'vided by the slingshots, we'll do better'n Warp 6 without violatin' the test parameters an',"
=/=Course corrections accepted,=/= the PADD chirped and dinged in response, =/=New travel time: 20 days, 15 hours, 59 minutes. Scenario passed.=/=
"Yes!" Megan pumped a tiny fist in the air, her smile nearly consuming her entire face as her course corrections earned her a score that ranked in the seventieth percentile.
"How'd I know you'd still be up and at it, Meg?"
Surprised by the unexpected voice, a still beaming Megan looked up from the PADD and saw Leah Finnley standing in the entryway of the quarters they shared. She blinked, her smile tinged by confusion, now. "Stone me," she said, "Is it that late?"
"It is," Leah chuckled softly, crossing the floor and offering the shuttle pilot one of two cups she carried, "Brought you a cuppa, luv. I figured you'd be about due."
"Ah, bless ya, Lee-Lee," Megan cooed happily, accepting the cup with outstretched hands, "Yer a bloomin' saint!"
"Saint Leahprechaun, I'm guessin'," Leah grinned, settling into the chair across from Megan.
"Ya do work a bit o' magic," Megan winked before gratefully sipping at her tea.
"I do try," Leah returned. She nodded at the PADD in Megan's lap; "How goes it, then?"
"Marvy," Megan exclaimed, lifting the PADD and turning it so Leah could see the score she'd just received, "Lookit this!"
The catering specialist leaned forward a bit and scrutinized the screen. "That is marvy," she said, nodding her approval, "O' course, navigation's all pish-posh and kettle pots to my eyes, luv, but that's a bloody good score. You'll be taking Lt Zai's place before long, I'd wager."
"Pish posh an' kettle pots, yerself," Megan blushed, "th' man likes ta fly with manual controls, fer th' luv o' Mary! I've got a fair sight ta go b'fore I'm that comfy."
"Comfy," Leah snickered softly around the rim of her own cup, "That's not a word I'd thought to use for the Lieutenant but, after what I saw this evenin', Wellll,"
"What're ya on about," Megan asked, her expression a mixture of mirth and curiosity.
"Hmmm?" Leah said from behind her cup, a look of feigned innocence on her face as if she were pretending that she hadn't just said that loudly enough for Megan to hear. "Oh," she sighed, waving the words from the air between them as she leaned forward and placed her cup on the table, "it's probably nothing, Could be something though, I reckon."
"Stoppit," Megan giggled, "Yer tittle-tattlin' like an old hen, over there! If it's gossip yer wantin' ta share, Lee-Lee, bloody well share it!"
An impish grin played on Leah's lips and about her eyes; "I'd not wanna distract you from,"
Megan squealed, snatched a throw pillow from her seat, and hurled it at Leah. "Just spill it, ya leprechaun," she snipped as the pillow hit her roomie in the face with a muffled pop, "If ya didn't wanna distract me, ye'd've said nothin' about it!"
Giggling, Leah curled her legs under her and hugged the pillow with which she'd just been assaulted to her stomach. "Oh, all right then. Since you're all insistent about it," she grinned, "It's just that you were saying something about how Tochi is comfy and,"
"I meant," Megan objected, grinning (and possibly blushing a bit), herself, "that he was comfortable enough with piloting that he built a manual FCS into,"
"Oi! I know what you meant just as well as I know what you were thinking," Leah smirked, "Do you want me to tell you what I saw or do you want to keep interrupting?"
"Aye, Go on, then," Megan huffed, rolling her eyes and gesturing for Lean to continue, "I'll just sit here, drink my tea, and keep my gob shut."
"You do just that," Leah smiled, "and I'll tell ya all about how I saw Tochi having what appeared to be an absolutely comfy dinner with a certain Andorian lass,"
"Aye," Megan smirked, herself, now; she'd heard all about how Ensign P'Tammah had spent the night in Lt Zai's quarters during the Peregrine's layover at Starbase 118, "Vaela. Tha's old scuttlebutt, Lee."
"Oh? Okay then," Leah arched a brow and grinned smugly from behind the rim of her teacup, "So much for keepin' our gob shut." Her eyes twinkled with a mischievous light as she watched her roomy process her expression.
"Wait," Megan gasped as realization struck her; her eyes went wide and her mouth fell open, "It wasn't Vaela?!"
Leah shook her head slowly. "It wasn't," she said, grinning like the Cheshire Cat, "it was that new Science Officer, Sh'ianarolus?... Sh'ranolis?..." She waved a hand in the air, banishing her fumbling with the new lieutenant's last name, "Asovil."
Megan looked stunned; "The one that had ta dive-roll onta th' ship when Lt Zai locked us down?"
"The very same."
"Oh my,"
Posted on 2016-10-07 at 16:13:03.
Edited on 2016-10-07 at 16:13:46 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty
Subject: Thank you and good night...
Stardate 2365.02.09
USS Peregrine; Captain Drake's quarters - 0025
"Tochi, I understand your approach here," Silas sighed, tight-lipped, "and certainly agree that you are likely to get more positive of a reaction from Farr than from Jacobs. But tread very lightly - I would not put it past Jacobs to have standing orders that he be copied on all communications from the Peregrine. My initial impression of Commander Farr was positive, but I don't know that I would wager any real money on her not sharing your concerns with Jacobs. If he finds out that we attempted to circumvent him, there will be hell to pay,"
The Trill acknowledged the Captain's words with a nod, sipping away the remains of his brandy as Silas went on to address his various concerns and cautions. Tochi had no real intent of sowing mistrust or dissention between Jacobs and Farr, of course; had he not already experienced Captain Jacobs' highbrow manner, first-hand, Zai would have suggested addressing his concerns directly to the Coronado's CO. As it stood, though, Tochi was well aware that the man would be as open to diplomatic advice from some two-pip helmsman as he might be to having elective surgery to remove the stick from his sphincter.
",You may also want to check the Coronado duty roster before you try any communications," Silas chuckled, "You certainly don't want to be hailing the Commander while she is sharing the bridge with Jacobs - I would think that you would have the most luck if you can catch her alone, off duty."
"As we said, Silas, first thing in the morning," Tochi winked, "We checked the Coronado's duty roster before the Ambassadors even came aboard." He rose from his seat, then, and drained the remnants of the brandy from his snifter. "Rest assured, Captain, we'll be discreet."
"Thank you for coming to me, Tochi," Silas said, having finished his drink, as well, "I appreciate you keeping me in the loop. I do so detest these sorts of shenanigans, however."
"Would that we could say the same," the Trill chuckled, setting the snifter down, "our mind might be the quieter for it.
Thank you, Silas," he continued, "for the ear, the advice, and, of course, the brandy - the Doctor has excellent taste. We'll sleep better, now, I think."
((OOC: And tag, Silas, Unless the Captain expounds on other topics, Tochi will wish him good night and take his leave.))
Posted on 2016-10-07 at 15:03:53.
Edited on 2016-10-07 at 16:13:27 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: Stare into the Night Q&A
Subject: Ooooo...
...shivers!
Nicely done, Boo Boo!
I'm working on a post for Trek, now, but will get back to that Joe post, soon.
And, of course, looking forward to the weekend when Nimu gets a chance to drop some postiness on us, as well...
...Anyone seen my cat? Ya can't miss her... she's grey, cute as a button, kinda snarky...
Posted on 2016-10-07 at 13:27:53.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Rolling
Drake/Zai convo continues (possibly nearing a wrap)... Got another "fluff piece" or two in mind, as well... we'll see how work treats me today.
Posted on 2016-10-07 at 09:23:21.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty
Subject: Intrigue and double-talk
Stardate 2365.02.09
USS Peregrine; Captain Drake's Quarters - 0015
"Ambassador Threel, of course," sighed wearily, offering a nod to confirm that he knew to which ambassador his XO was referring.
Tochi was pleased (though not surprised) that Silas, too, had seen something off in Threel's demeanor. Despite the Captain's obvious loathing of political and diplomatic maneuvering, the man's tactically trained eye missed little of it. The Trill expanded on his thoughts, wondering aloud at the disposition of the remainder of the delegations, and musing on Jacobs' mandate and how it impacted the mission.
",I have likely already crossed the line in regards to Captain Jacobs' mandate that we limit our contact with the Ambassadors," he said flatly, "however unavoidable it might have been, and, quite honestly, Silas, we find ourselves wanting to cross it even further. We would like," he smirked, shook his head, and leaned forward a bit, "we need to know what's going on aboard the Coronado. What the read is on the delegates, there, as it were. We fear that, if this dissonance runs deeper than just the Ambassador, this entire mission may be pointless at best."
"The problem with Captain Jacobs' mandate," Silas chuckled grimly, "is that the esteemed Captain is not here to manage it. After all, we can't very well be expected to ignore our guests; as such, we will by necessity have some contact with them. It is our duty to not only conduct them safely to the summit, but to ensure their comfort along the way."
Tochi acknowledged that fact with a silent nod and indulged in another sampling of the brandy as the Captain did the same. Silas lingered in his appreciation of the drink for a moment, and then proceeded to confirm that he, too, had seen many of the same proverbial red-flags flaying around Threel that Tochi had noted.
"Your need to know about the situation aboard the Coronado is noted, Lieutenant," Drake said, fixing Zai with his gaze, "but I wonder how we could accomplish such a thing? While I can justify interacting with the Ambassadors aboard the Peregrine, I can't exactly hail Jacobs and ask if the rest of Threel's contingent seems as disingenuous as he does. I have no means to covertly observe those souls aboard that ship, nor do I have any agents there to do so for me. I share your worries about the success of this mission, but my position is currently rather impotent.
"Hell," Drake grumbled in frustration, setting his snifter down on the desk, "even if I had proof that the rest of the Rytain were all as insincere about this peace process as we fear that Threel is - what, then? It's not as if I can round them up at phaser point and demand that no, they not play lip service only, but instead making a genuine effort toward peace!"
The Captain pinched the bridge of his nose and closed his eyes for a moment. "I truly despise doubletalk and intrigue, Tochi. If you have any ideas as to how we should proceed in this matter, I would gladly hear them."
"Well, sir," Zai replied from behind a roguish smirk, "our thoughts were to bypass Jacobs altogether. We believe we may have something of a rapport with Commander Farr and thought that we should perhaps contact her as opposed to the Captain." He sipped from the snifter once more and offered up a bit of a shrug; "We're fairly certain that she would be open to an exchange of information, especially since it's the Coronado's mission that would suffer more for all of this. Our mission is accomplished once we successfully deliver the Ambassadors and the Coronado to the Gamera system; their success will be gauged by the summit's outcome."
He set his own snifter aside, then, and regarded Silas. "Given Jacobs' elitist attitude, I have no compunction about plotting a course around him, sir, but we don't want to fly around you. If you tell me to drop the matter, we will; otherwise, our intent is to contact Cmdr Farr first thing in the morning."
Posted on 2016-10-07 at 09:20:44.
Edited on 2016-10-07 at 09:21:11 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty
Subject: We've got a bad feeling about this...
Stardate 2365.02.09
USS Peregrine; Captain Drake's Quarters - 0015
=/=Yes, who is it?=/=
Silas sounded as tired as Tochi felt.
"It's Lt Zai, sir. We're sorry to bother you, Captain," Tochi replied, second guessing his decision to bother Silas with these particular thoughts for only a fraction of a second, "but we made some observations at the reception, this evening, that we would like to discuss with you if you have a few minutes."
=/=Certainly, Tochi; as usual, I haven't managed to turn in yet. Come in, please.=/=
Silas stood as the hatch hissed open to admit the first officer. Clad in regulation gray undershirt and briefs, the Captain indicated the partially full snifter on the desk. "Absolutely fabulous brandy, there, compliments of Doc Moore," he stated. "Care for a glass?" he asked, reaching into the cabinet for another snifter. "Though if you say yes," he continued with a sideways glance, "I'm going to either demand that you drink it neat, or that you settle for something from the replicator - I'll not ruin a treasure like this with melting ice," he offered with a grin.
Tochi's gaze ticked from the Captain to the brandy and the Trill offered an appreciative nod. After the cold and exceedingly bitter Kuldaran Frosh he had sampled druing the reception, the warmth and sweetness of a brandy did sound very appealing. "Ice?!?" Tochi gasped in mock horror. "What sort of barbarian do you take us for, sir?
Neat is perfect, Silas. Thank you," he grinned.
Captain Drake poured a second snifter of the brandy, offered it over to his XO, and returned to his chair. "All right then," Drake spoke as he took a seat and gestured for Zai to do the same. "What's on your mind, Tochi?"
"Lots of things; all of which could lead me into trouble," Tochi chuckled, lazily swirling the brandy as he settled himself into the indicated seat, "It's a curse, we're afraid." He lifted the snifter to his nose, taking a moment to appreciate the brandy's bouquet before taking a sip. "The reason for our intrusion tonight, though, concerns our guests," he stated.
He sighed and offered a faint shrug as he rubbed at the corner of one tired eye with a thumb; "At the reception tonight, we couldn't help but notice that one of the ambassadors doesn't seem to be as enthused, shall we say, about the prospects of this summit as he professes to be. Outwardly, of course, he expresses commitment to and even desire for peace but there's something behind that façade that plucks a sour note." Tochi took another taste of the brandy, then, and faintly shook his head. "We could have misread the situation - it has been a long day and it's been quite some time since we've truly played diplomat - but, we don't think so.
Kasru played these games for better than sixty years," the Trill continued, "and never, in all that time, did she ever encounter a situation quite like this one, The ambassadors on one ship, their entourages on another, It makes it difficult to paint a complete picture. We find ourselves wondering, now, if there is more hidden discord within the entire contingent or is it exclusive to the Ambassador?" He stared into the snifter for a moment, as if seeking the answer to that question on the surface of the amber liquid within,
"I have likely already crossed the line in regards to Captain Jacobs' mandate that we limit our contact with the Ambassadors," he said flatly, "however unavoidable it might have been, and, quite honestly, Silas, we find ourselves wanting to cross it even further. We would like," he smirked, shook his head, and leaned forward a bit, "we need to know what's going on aboard the Coronado. What the read is on the delegates, there, as it were. We fear that, if this dissonance runs deeper than just the Ambassador, this entire mission may be pointless at best."
((OOC: Good a place as any to stop for the moment, I think, and let Drake respond/interject etc... Keep us moving, anyway.))
Posted on 2016-10-06 at 08:36:33.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Almost
I've got a post just about finished. Should have it posted very soon.
Posted on 2016-10-06 at 06:50:03.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: w00t!!!
Busy day at work for me, today, but I'll try and get a post up at some point. 
Posted on 2016-10-05 at 08:11:11.
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Topic: Stare into the Night Q&A
Subject: Indeed it is!
Most often associated with the Wicce, actually... typically ends an incantation... "by my will, so mote it be."
If you want/need stats for Fansler, let me know.
Posted on 2016-10-04 at 14:46:50.
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Topic: Stare into the Night Q&A
Subject: So mote it be!
Fansler is a Sgt. Still "patrol" but senior patrol, anyway.
Posted on 2016-10-04 at 14:24:18.
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Topic: Stare into the Night Q&A
Subject: No worries! Nothing to apologize for.
You're right, he was referred to as Sargent in another post or two, so no worries at all... In thinking about it, it might actually make more sense for Fansler to be a bit older (and higher ranking) than I originally imagined... Still a "patrol cop" just on the job longer...
Not crucial to the story, either way... I think Fansler may just end up a casualty anyway. 
Edit: Also, I imagine if we boost Fansler up to a Sgt, he can serve as one of Cyrene's "higher ranking cronies" (at least among the mundanes, anyway)... built in connection to the CPD, etc...
Posted on 2016-10-04 at 13:24:54.
Edited on 2016-10-04 at 13:35:35 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: Stare into the Night Q&A
Subject: Fansler
I've been reading back and, in doing so, realized that Sgt Fansler should actually be Patrolman Fansler (he was one of the uniforms that showed up with Joe way back when). Not a big deal, really, if we want to make him a Sgt, I'm good with that... just happened to notice the "discrepancy."
Posted on 2016-10-04 at 11:00:54.
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Topic: Stare into the Night Q&A
Subject: Feel free...
...Fansler is an NPC, after all. If you need any input, just holler at me!
Posted on 2016-10-04 at 08:18:42.
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Topic: Stare into the Night Q&A
Subject: Awesome!!!
Awesome, awesome posts!  LOVE:
Posted on 2016-10-04 at 08:00:55.
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Topic: Supernatural / hunter interest?
Subject: Concept/Character Sheet submitted
Impulse - you should have a little skatey-stoner kid with a larcenous streak awaiting you in your inbox.
Posted on 2016-10-03 at 12:40:57.
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Topic: Supernatural / hunter interest?
Subject: My bad!
I got sidetracked by revving up my Witchcraft freeform and totally dropped the ball on this one!!!
I know I've got the beginnings of a concept around here somewhere... I'll dig it up, dust it off, and have "Haze" sent to you before long.
Thanks for the reminder, Brom.
Posted on 2016-10-03 at 10:22:13.
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Topic: Witchcraft: Stare into the Night
Subject: Well... yeah...
"Cariñoso," Penelope cooed, gracing him with a touch as she passed by, "you were worried about me?"
"Well," Alex's gaze reluctantly let go of the Iberian beauty and swept uncertainly over the sidewalk for an instant. He understood that, given her power, his concern for her safety was probably just a shade more than ridiculous but, still, "Yeah," he shrugged, his attentions returning to Penelope as he closed the door, "I guess I, whoa!"
She had dropped her glamer, and, when his eyes found her this time, beautiful seemed a woefully lacking word to describe her. Her aura shone with colors he didn't know existed, glowed with motes and sparks of light that he'd never seen in any other creature, and made him feel,
Stop! He shook his head and blinked at the same time, feeling as if he was physically extracting himself from it. Get a hold of yourself, Sharpe!
As he returned the pistol to its place at his back, Alex closed his eyes, sucked in a deep breath, and, with a mantra chanting in his mind, centered himself as best he was able, willing his essence to be calm and his focus to be clear. He released that breath as his fingers lifted to touch the pentacle at his neck and his eyes came open, again. His hand slid away from the pentacle, then, and lifted to rub at a whisker-stubbled cheek as he moved back into the room. He watched as she tipped the bottle of scotch to her lips, letting the questions which had come to mind go unvoiced for now lest the answers tip him off center,
"I've been around a long time, mi vida," she almost sighed, her eyes meeting his as he drew up on the other side of the table, "It will take far more than a demon child to snuff my light. With her attentions diverted elsewhere, she won't be coming back. Let's both take a breath and return to the matter at hand. There's that pendant I found. What do you know?"
"More than I ever wanted to," he answered, reaching out and snaking the bottle from her hand, "More than I probably should," His gaze ticked toward the cash register where he kept his horde of Zazy pendants for an instant, and he tipped the bottle to his lips, indulging in a long pull on the scotch before he looked back at her and shrugged faintly: ",Nowhere near enough."
He eyed her for a long moment, debating with himself as to how much he should tell her, about what he knows about the Azazelites, about how and why he knows it, about what he's done,
She could probably pull that information out of you with a glance, anyway, he told himself, but she hasn't, and she did take her own risk in revealing her true nature to some drunken bum of a stranger,
,He nodded, took another pull from the bottle, and set the thing down on the table between them.
"I've been hunting these sons-of-bitches for almost three years," he said, an almost sad smile playing at the corners of his mouth as he reached for the picture of Emily in her wedding dress, "and I've only scratched the surface.
The Cult's been around for a long time," he continued, gazing at the photo he held in his hands, ", a lot longer than I care to think about, to be honest, but they've only started to make their mark around here in the past five years or so. My wife, Emily, she knew about them before I did, asked me more than once to help her stop them, in fact," Alex set the picture down on the table next to the bottle of scotch and stared at it for a moment longer before lifting his grey eyes to Penelope's, ",I didn't. And she died because of it,"
The bedraggled PI sighed softly, offered a faint shake of his head, and, after fishing a cigarette from his pocket began to relate the entirety of his tale to this woman he'd only just met. He told her that, despite being raised in the Craft and being married to a relatively powerful witch, he himself never truly practiced in earnest or even so much as acknowledged his faith more than in passing, his career and what he had imagined for their earthly future were more important, after all, "You worry about the Reckoning, baby, I used to tell her," he smiled sadly, maybe even guiltily, at one point, "I'll worry about the bills."
He told her about how, when Emily's coven had first become aware of the Cult rising to power in the area, she had come to him and asked him to, at least, attend their rituals and lend his essence to their spells if he couldn't bring himself to use or even acknowledge his gift, "I told her I was too busy on a case. Didn't have the time to stand the circle and try to bind some minor dark coven. She had all the power she needed, anyway, right? ‘You worry about the Reckoning, baby; I'll worry about the bills.'"
He told her, then, about the other two times Emily had asked for his assistance and how, again, he had managed to avoid dabbling in the workings of Magic, "‘That's your thing, Em,' I told her, ‘You handle the bad stuff in the ether and I'll handle the bad stuff here in the real world,'" Alex shook his head and reached for the bottle. "I was an idiot," he said before tipping the bottle to his lips, "She was practically begging me and I was too blind to see it. The third time she asked me was the last time I saw her alive,"
The rest of it spilled from his lips as vividly and horrifically as it spilled into his nightmares, Waving off Emily's last request for him to lend his power to the coven in deference to a big case, Kissing her good-bye and wishing her well before disappearing into his work on Chicago's streets, Getting the blood-chilling phone call and somehow knowing in that very instant that there was nothing he could do, Abandoning the case, anyway, and frantically racing to the warehouse where Em's coven had gathered, finding them all butchered, coming close to getting flayed alive himself,
Yeah, he mused darkly as he came toward the end of the nightmare, I don't guess I'll be sleeping anytime soon.
",Anyway," he sighed, having related everything up to his having quite the force, "the CPD wasn't gettin' anywhere and I was, I dunno, lost, I guess, angry. I threw myself into the Craft and into finding these f*#kers wherever they might be, and makin' ‘em pay for what they did." There was a mirthless snort of a chuckle at that and Alex's gaze drifted back to Emily's picture. "She probably wouldn't approve of the way I'm doin' it," he almost whispered, "probably wouldn't be happy with the way I've embraced my Gift." His burn-scarred fingertips drifted over the smiling face in the photograph for a second and he returned that smile with one of his own just before he tipped the frame over so the picture was face down. "But, with every one of the sons-of-bitches I find, the closer I get to findin' the top,"
His eyes went hard, then, the sadness crystalizing into anger. "Most of ‘em don't like to talk, at first," he said, fishing a cigarette from his pocket, "and, truth be told, I didn't let the last one say much of anything," He lit the smoke, took a drag, and blew the smoke out in exasperation. ",That was probably a mistake," he admitted quietly, almost to himself, "Eddie was probably the biggest fish I've landed, so far. Most of the others were just minnows,"
Alex blinked, then, as if realizing he'd wandered off topic, and offered Penelope a vaguely apologetic smile. "Like I was sayin'," he said, "I don't have much of a lead on the top tier, just yet, but I've got the low down on a handful of their gathering spots and I have started finding their Gifted. Once I get a look at your place, I figure I can manage to run down another one or two and get some useful intel from ‘em,"
((OOC: So, I decided to back-burner the Joe Kelly post for a moment and tack this one up instead. Plenty of room for interjection and the like, throughout, as always... Run with it as you will...))
Posted on 2016-10-03 at 10:17:26.
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Topic: Stare into the Night Q&A
Subject: LOL
Yay, posts!!!
I love seeing posts!
Got one started for Det Kelly, yesterday, that I need to finish and you can bet your sweet bippy that I'll have one posted for Alex very soon after.
Also... since I hadn't gotten around to answering, yet... Boo Boo, you're right Oath of Duty isn't a power, at all. The best way to look at it is that it's the "oath of service" that Cyrene swore to Azazel in exchange for his having brought her back from the Threshold and granting her the powers she has (i.e. the enhanced strength, dexterity, longevity, etc...). If you're interested in more powers, we can easily strip some points from skills in order to buy more metaphysics. That said, point-wise, Cyrene is pretty darn powerful as she stands... she's at least a good 10 points above Alex, anyway, plus she's got the benefit of never tiring (i.e. having to make endurance checks), centuries of experience (i.e. all those skills), and having the entire Cult at her disposal, for the most part...
Posted on 2016-10-02 at 12:14:12.
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Topic: Stare into the Night Q&A
Subject: I'm out and about, now...
...but will respond soon.
Posted on 2016-09-30 at 20:01:25.
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Topic: Stare into the Night characters
Subject: Bump...
...to make it easier to find for the moment.
Posted on 2016-09-30 at 18:26:14.
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Topic: Stare into the Night Q&A
Subject: Oath of Duty
Pg 107 of the Abomination Codex
"The spirit patron (Azazel) demands that the character work in the furtherance of the spirit;s goals. The entity's enemies become the character's enemies, and they must pursue the same goals. A deity dedicated to Justice will require that the beneficiary punish the guilty and protect the innocent. A demon, on the other hand, will demand that the character works toward the corruption of the innocent and the destruction of all ideals and hope..."
Hideaway
Pg 146 of the Mystery Codex
"Magicians with this invocation can hide their presence or that of other people or objects (the target), effectively rendering them invisible. The Hideaway invocation works on many different levels..."
My fault, Boo Boo... I think I pointed you at the wrong books. :/
Posted on 2016-09-30 at 17:57:12.
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Topic: Stare into the Night Q&A
Subject: Metaphysics
Right you are! Descriptions for Tainted Touch, Infection, and Unveil can be found in the Abomination Codex. Hideaway and Lesser Illusion are in Witchcraft.
Posted on 2016-09-30 at 15:35:56.
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Topic: Stare into the Night Q&A
Subject: C'mon, Memphis!!!
Let Momma play! We neeeeeed her!!! 
Posted on 2016-09-30 at 14:31:05.
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