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Topic: The One Word Game
Subject: Ghostbusters?
Marshmallow!
Posted on 2009-09-30 at 13:59:47.
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Topic: ^ < V game
Subject: LOL
^ Licensed to ill
< Intergalactic
V Beastie!
Posted on 2009-09-30 at 13:56:50.
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Topic: Add On Story. Fill in 3 words!
Subject: Don't foresee the monkey hanging around.
Lacking dirty magazines...
Posted on 2009-09-30 at 13:48:01.
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Topic: The One Word Game
Subject: Erp!
Slime
Posted on 2009-09-30 at 13:46:44.
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Topic: ^ < V game
Subject: That's what I get for licking crumbs out of the toaster
^ Word monkey
< Trunk monkey
V Funky monkey
Posted on 2009-09-30 at 13:45:48.
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Topic: Baaaaccckkkk
Subject: Do what?!?!
Holy smokes, Bri! I wasn't even aware that you were in the hospital let alone with something like that! Did I miss a memo somewhere? 
Best wishes for a speedy recovery, of course, and welcome back.
Posted on 2009-09-29 at 18:01:09.
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Topic: Stare into the Night Q&A
Subject: Voila!
There ye be! Response is posted!
Alex just barely resisted asking if Penelope had any idea what he was... why Lucius might've sent her to a half-crocked mortal who'd only been seriously practicing the Craft for a couple of years. 
Anyhoo, however the conversation goes from here, I figure Alex is about to start getting down to the nitty-gritty... "Where do you live, Penelope?" "Mind if I come by and have a look... see what I can see?" "Let me get a phone number or something so I can get in touch with you when I find something...blahblahblah"
Feel free to go with from there as you might see fit. 
Smoke and Rosie (and/or whomever else) can likely interrupt at this point, too, I'd guess.
Posted on 2009-09-29 at 16:20:18.
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Topic: Witchcraft: Stare into the Night
Subject: Not exactly... maybe a little... hell, I'm not sure!
Her answers to the questions as to how long and why the Azazelites might have been watching her hadn't garnered anything beyond a ‘no, mijo' and, now, as he sorted through his own collection of Zazy jewelry and compared them to the one Penelope had brought with her, Alex wasn't sure that the answers he needed would be found there, either, but there is something, here,
"I do not believe them completely ignorant of my true nature, it is the only reason I can find for them to be watching me."
He blinked when she finally responded to the last question he had asked, he was almost lost in his scrutiny of the amulets and he'd almost forgotten he'd asked it. He paused for a moment, seemed to consider her answer, then half-nodded-half-shrugged and returned to sliding one amulet after the next from his collection up next to the one she had provided.
"Still," he almost flinched when her fingers slid into view and pulled the amulet away, begging his eyes to follow, "I doubt they know just what I am,"
Alex's arms had folded across his chest, more to keep his hands from rudely reaching out to snatch the pendant back than for any other reason, and he was already nodding his agreement before he even heard the next words flow from her lips.
"When I found this I also found my home wrapped in a tainted ward," she explained, "a ward that was made to be hidden. My senses are sharper than most when it comes to these matters, and I can only think that would have been anticipated if it was known."
Kind of what I was thinkin', gorgeous, he thought, suddenly feeling kind of stupid hugging himself while hovering over the array of Zazy pendants, especially considering your whole "secrecy is a thing of survival" spiel. You obviously don't run around advertising or anything, he forced himself to sit back down in the chair across from her and uncrossed his arms, and you most likely haven't been out makin' bargains with this bunch of whackos,
Alex's train of thought came to a clattering stop when he realized that Penelope, stretched out ever so alluringly in the opposing chair, was studying him again. For a second, he felt as if he might sink into the welcoming, clinging mist of her gray eyes but, then, as if something had suddenly occurred to her, she leaned forward with a half-smile curved on her lips. "Tell me, Alexander," she asked, snapping him back from getting lost in her loveliness, again, "do you have any idea just what I am?"
What? Besides driving me school-kid crazy for some reason? His mind was quick to respond but his mouth wasn't quite as cooperative. His gaze peeled away from her as his eyes danced over the various bookshelves around the shop, hoping that a glance at one of the tomes might spark some vague memory of something he'd read, but there was nothing,
"Not exactly," he admitted finally, looking back at her. "I know that you're more than just the Gifted ‘mortal' I thought you to be when you showed up, and I know what I saw and felt when you, uh, dropped your shield,"
Alex offered an almost apologetic shrug then and leaned forward, himself, resting his elbows on his knees and clasping his hands together. "You've been around a long time, Penelope," he offered simply, "longer than Smoke or even Lucius, maybe. You're a long way from what you know home to be. You're a helluva lot more than the impossibly pretty lady sitting in my house, too," His fingers unknitted from one another and he offered a faint smile as he reached across the space between them and closed his hand around the amulet she held in hers; ",most importantly, regardless of what you might be, you're in a particular pot of trouble which, Lucius obviously told you, I'm best suited to get you out of. Let's start with that and see where it takes us, all right?"
Posted on 2009-09-29 at 16:18:06.
Edited on 2016-09-30 at 09:25:53 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: Auguries of Destruction: The Clock Tower Q&A
Subject: *whines*
But, Meriiiiiii!!!
I wanna touch it!!!!
Posted on 2009-09-29 at 13:01:33.
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Topic: Auguries of Destruction: The Clock Tower Q&A
Subject: Oh yeah...
...I did read that, didn't I?
No pressure, Sib, we's just antsy.
Get those essays done and pay no attention to those folks behind the curtain.
Posted on 2009-09-29 at 11:07:08.
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Topic: ^ < V game
Subject: Hey now!
^ 
< 
V 
Posted on 2009-09-29 at 01:03:14.
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Topic: Auguries of Destruction: The Clock Tower Q&A
Subject: Doublemus pokemus...
...of yonder Sibelious!
Postimus maximus?
Hey diddle diddle?
With my spear and magic helmet?
Posted on 2009-09-28 at 23:39:30.
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Topic: ^ < V game
Subject: Awww... thanks!
^ Knows what I'm about to say
< Doesn't say it
V Wonders what all of that was about.
Posted on 2009-09-28 at 23:38:05.
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Topic: incoming baby!
Subject: Fantabulous!
Congrats and *happy dance*!
Posted on 2009-09-28 at 23:34:58.
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Topic: Stare into the Night Q&A
Subject: Stuff I forgot...
"Push" - definitely a decent movie (worth a rental or buying from the $9 bin at Wal-Mart, anyway) and much like I've envisioned Sight powers working, too.
"Kenneth" - Groovy! No need to change the name, Rer... I'm sure we can differentiate... Nice little "expendable crewman" post, there, too. 
We interrupt this post for a random ABBA moment:
There was something in the air that night
The stars were bright
Orlandoooooooooooo!
We now return you to your regularly scheduled Eol, already in progress.... 
Posted on 2009-09-28 at 18:34:11.
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Topic: YeOlde Gone!
Subject: Good to see you...
...if even only for a minute!
Thanks for popping in and keeping us posted. Here's hoping that the near future finds you back among us with more frequency. You are certainly missed.
Take care, Ye Olde, and keep on with the updates as you get a chance.
Posted on 2009-09-28 at 17:38:32.
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Topic: Stare into the Night Q&A
Subject: *wink*
Been trying to figure out where Alex might be caching those for a while... didn't think about the cash register until I was in the midst of this post, actually. Figured it'd almost be "appropriate" since each kill Alex makes symbolizes a kind of payback for him sooooo... the Zazy goes poof, the amulet gets nabbed, into the box it goes, and cha-ching!
Eddie's amulet, I figure, is the first one that Alex neglected to lift from the "victim," though... There may be another one that he didn't get but it's probably at the bottom of Lake Michigan along with the fish-bait Zazy who got him/herself blown into the drink by a hefty gust of wind, eh?
Happy Monday, folks!
Posted on 2009-09-28 at 11:18:42.
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Topic: Witchcraft: Stare into the Night
Subject: Whaddya mean strange company... oh... yeah... I guess... maybe...
Having reached across the table and delicately wrested the amulet from him, Penelope seemed to consider his question for a moment, tracing the points of the pentacle over and over, while she gazed at him. "Alexander, you keep strange company," she said at last, "A vampyre, a bast, and a girl with enough raw power to rival an immortal. Whatever you may think of yourself, the supernatural has drawn itself to you."
The statement brought a puzzled look to his face for a brief instant, he had never really thought about it before but, having heard it spoken aloud just now, it suddenly stuck him that it was a little more than curious that his ‘circle of friends' was comprised of the likes of Smoke, Lucius, and Janelle. It wasn't unusual for the Gifted to be drawn to one another, of course, but that attraction was usually based upon similarity in beliefs and being - Wiccans found each other and formed Covens with other Wiccans, the Followers of Legba would often come together under the auspices of a powerful Hougan, and vampyres - as he had understood it from Lucius' tales - would occasionally form their own small clans as a matter of mutual protection and preservation - but it was an unusual miscellany, apparently, that constituted the covenant with which Alex had aligned himself, Fated to be, Emily would've said,
The sound of the medallion clicking against the table and sliding across the surface snapped him from his reverie and his eyes ticked from the trinket pinned beneath her fingers to her eyes as she said; "Were this a lone magician I would handle matters myself. It is not."
"No," Alex almost laughed, leaning back in his chair, now, and running his hands through his hair as his mind tied and untied knots in the tapestry of Fate that seemed to be his life, "no, it's definitely not a lone magician. If my research is right there are hundreds, maybe thousands, Not all of them Gifted, of course; cults like this like their pawns and foot-soldiers," he reached out, took the amulet again, and turned it over and over in his hands looking for anything that might set this one apart from the others he had seen, "and they typically don't like to play their more powerful pieces in those kinds of roles, mundanes and lessers usually get the so-called honor,"
He stopped turning the medallion at that moment, his brow knitting as if his inspection of the thing had revealed a curiosity he hadn't been expecting, and his free hand lifted to rub thoughtfully at his whisker-stubbled chin. "That's different, isn't it," he muttered under his breath as his hauled himself out of the chair, his eyes still fixed on the ornate gold-work that lay in his palm, "almost looks more like a cat's head is you take away the horns,huh,"
Alex cast a curious glance at Penelope as he passed her on his way to lock the front door. "You have any idea how long they've been watching you, Penelope?" he asked following the staccato click of the last deadbolt sliding into place,
"Any idea at all what they might want from you?" he continued as he strode back across the shop and made his way behind the counter where the cash register still sat,
He reached under the counter and plugged the register into the outlet, there, and, nine keystrokes later, had the drawer open and retrieved a small, ward-scribed box from the back of the thing. "Do you think they have any idea what you are," he asked the third question as he returned to where she sat and placed the box on the table before opening it to expose the numerous Azazelite pendants that he'd ‘collected' over the years. He paused for a moment, his fingers set to pull one of the amulets from the box, glanced uncomfortably at Emily's picture and, then, dropped the amulet back into the box before murmuring "Sorry, baby," and turning the photo around to face the other way before returning to his collection,
Posted on 2009-09-28 at 01:52:30.
Edited on 2016-09-30 at 09:23:10 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: New Spores of Itanlok ~ 1 ~ A Short Adventure in Audalis
Subject: Finally..
For a time, it seemed, Crulgrin managed to escape any undue notice by keeping to the shadows near the Spores’ bar. As a result, he had almost let his original trepidation at having even attending the festivities slip away and allowed himself to actually start enjoying the merriment of the occasion. Not so much so that his gaze didn’t keep account of the Gemhound’s whereabouts, though, or that he inadvertently drew any unwanted or unnecessarily inquisitive conversations with the other guests. No, Crulgrin Shadebeard was perfectly content to watch from the fringes of the party, cloaked in the shadows of the tavern’s recesses… unnoticed, it would seem, by any aside from the barkeep since Kret’s unexpected greeting… silently celebrating the new marriage and resultant expansion of the clan with an ever-filled tankard of stout and, when the exuberant cadence of ‘Catch the Badger’ proved to be too difficult to ignore, a stealthy, shuffling dance of his own. It was just after the tune had caught his feet, though, that Crulgrin noticed the curious goings on at the other end of the bar…
Beyond the obvious display of the ‘Khord-leidoscope’ of a mage that stood there happily conversing with another, there were another pair of blokes attempting to wrestle a heavy, leather sack towards the other side of The Spores where the wedding gifts were stacked in preparation for the bride and groom to open. The two were so intent on their task, though, that they had failed to notice the tear in the seam of the sack that had opened wide enough to start spilling it’s sparkling contents onto the floor… gem after glittering gem peeked out, squeezed through the opening, and plonked down amidst the dirt, hay, and spilled ale that covered the floor of the place.
Ach, in the name of all the pointy-eared Syl gods, he groused internally as his gray eyes darted away from the spilling treasure and made a quick scan of the place as if to verify that he had been the only one to see the occurrence, Ye can’t even be thinkin’ fer serious ‘bout this, can ye? It’s not jus’ thievin’, lad, it’s thievin’ from fam’ly, as well! Crulgrin hefted his tankard, taking a long pull of the stout more in an effort to hide his face than out of thirst, and, as his gaze swept over the wedding crowd, tugged somewhat nervously at the collar of his tunic, taking little comfort in the mithral shirt beneath it or the vest of escape that surmounted it. Those few gems, he was sure, would go a long way towards paying off the ‘debt’ he had incurred and, perhaps, even finally get him free of the obligations that had set him on the gem-smuggling path to begin with… his gaze slid back to the growing string of escaped gems… But it’s thievin’ from yer kin, Crulgrin…
Aye, but if I could free meself o’ this bloody contract, I could per’aps go back ta an honor’ble pr’fession an’ do right by ‘em then, his racing mind suggested as his eyes, peering over and around the still-tipped tankard, continued to entertain the idea. Course, with there just bein’ the one way in an’ out o’ Th’ Spores, ye’d not be left with many escape routes, would ye?. The jubilant mass of dancing Khords provided the solution he sought. There be yer path, boy-o, he grinned, his heretofore softly shuffling feet embracing the full enthusiasm intended by ‘Catch the Badger,’ much easier ta vanish in plain sight than ta poke about in the obvious hidey-holes… an’ a far better chance o’ beatin’ Burrowfolk to the door if not.
So it was that, after another fractional second of thought, Crulgrin’s face split into a broad party-goer’s smile as he committed to his plane. He began stomping and whirling his around to the other side of the bar, making sure that his own dance steps kept his face obscured from Burrowfolk as much as possible, and towards the, thus far unnoticed trail of gemstones… ((OOC: Assuming he makes it that far, Crulgrin will attempt to nab a few of those errant gemstones, incorporating his pilfering in with his rather stumbling dance steps before trying to slip towards the door… if caught, the following can be edited )) …Once he had plucked as many of the stones from the floor as he felt comfortable in hiding Crulgrin uttered a silent oath of thanks to Chald Aharn, punctuating the offering with a more relaxed swig of stout as he allowed a young lass to take his hand and sashay him out into the dancing throng and closer to the Spores of Itanlok’s singular entryway.
Before the lass could whirl him within a bounding step of the spiraling stair, though, the music dwindled and Old Mugtwister appeared – with the help of a few Khords far younger than himself – on a tabletop set to offer up what Crulgrin had no doubt would be one version or another of the blessing that the oldster had given at every wedding Crulgrin could remember from the time he was just a pebble. He offered the khord-girl a smile and a nod as she released his hand and turned her eyes (as had most others in the crowd) to Grandfather Mugtwister and, while he was somewhat enrapt by the old tunneler’s words himself, Crulgrin managed to continue backing his way towards the steps and, Chald Ahard still smiling, up them and out very shortly thereafter. The Luck Goddess seemed to have other plans, though. Just as Crulgrin reached the foot of the stair and was set to drain the remainder of his tankard before beating a swift and silent retreat up and out of the Spores of Itanlok, he found his escape route blocked by a horribly wounded young lad…
“Govarund!” yelled a female voice, and the child’s mother pushed herself through the crowd to grab the boy who had just collapsed in the midst of the party.
… and, even as the soon to be chaotic scene unfolded, Shadebeard found himself trapped between the proverbial rock and hard-place… It don’t look as if I’ll be slippin’ oot unseen, now, does it, he sulked – despite his concern for the horrifically wounded young pebble – edging, once again, away from the exit and deeper into the concealing throng of his kinfolk.
((Sorry for the delay... I'll stop there in the interest of moving ahead... Crully's hiding and watching... ))
Posted on 2009-09-27 at 14:42:17.
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Topic: New Spores of Itanlok Q/A ~ 1
Subject: My bad
Have a post in the works but still need to finish. Hoping to have that done at some point today.
My apologies for the delay. 
Posted on 2009-09-26 at 13:56:30.
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Topic: Lolkat's super special art request thread
Subject: AWESOME!!!
That's m'boy!!!!
< *proud momma*
Posted on 2009-09-25 at 13:07:09.
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Topic: Stare into the Night Q&A
Subject: We likes creepers!
And Meri is Smoke, you know... Alex gets the bast, I get the Meri...  ... Can't complain, though, the constant beatings keep the Alex posts coming.... It's what ya'd call one of them there symbiotic things, I guess.
Posted on 2009-09-25 at 01:17:18.
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Topic: Stare into the Night Q&A
Subject: Tag, Nimu!
There we have it... Alex has "seen" what Penelope's been hiding, I guess, and is now wondering why she might even have need of him given her obvious power... there's a definite reason, I'm sure... let's see what it is, eh?
Posted on 2009-09-24 at 19:55:41.
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Topic: Witchcraft: Stare into the Night
Subject: I won't say a thing... who'd friggin believe me even if I did?
Penelope scrutinized Alex over the rim of her cup for a long moment, perhaps trying to determine if she could trust him with the "everything" he had asked for or, maybe, if he was even ready to accept what that "everything" might mean. For his part, Alex kept his gray eyes unwaveringly locked to hers and awaited her reply with as much patience as he could muster,
"You wish to know everything?" Penelope asked, leaning forward and looking deeper into his eyes, into his very soul, it felt like, and Alex felt his cheeks flush at her proximity, "Very well."
,When she paused and smiled at him, Alex's expression followed suit even though he didn't recall willing it to do so,
"For some, Alexander, secrecy is a thing of survival," she told him as her hands moved to rest on the table between them and her voice took on a gripping timbre, "What I tell you now you shall repeat to no one."
Who am I gonna tell, he was prepared to reply in order to reassure her that he was more than capable of keeping a secret, I've got me, the cat, and Rosie, and that's, The words, along with the thought that drove them to his lips, were incinerated by the brilliant column of light that had just exploded in front of him, though, and any other expression that may have been affixed to his face to this point was wiped away by the dumbstruck look of awe that crashed over his features.
What he actually saw in that brief eternity he would never be able to clearly define, Alex was sure, at least not with any words that he would be able to string together, but what he felt, what he came to understand, in that instant wasn't a thing that would ever require definition. There was beauty, of course, and there was desire, passion, and love in many forms but, even beyond that, there was power beyond anything a mortal could hope to attain; there were lifetime after lifetime of memories and emotions that ran the gamut from complete bliss to abject misery, Alex had known, from the minute he laid eyes on her, that there was something different about the woman who called herself Penelope Rosa - until now he figured it had something to do with how beautiful, how enchanting she was. Thanks to this display, though, he began to comprehend that those traits were nothing more than ‘side effects' of what truly set her apart.
"In this, Alexander Sharpe," her powerfully alluring voice cautioned as the true presentation of Penelope's essence was once again masked behind her mortal façade, "in this you will be silent."
He nodded dumbly, blinking rapidly to chase away the phantom spots dancing before his eyes, and then, feeling as if his voice had been stolen or shocked still, poured the remainder of his spiked coffee down his throat to free it. "I, uh, You," It wasn't going to be that easy, apparently, "Damn!" , Alex didn't really know what to say,
Still awestruck and staring at her even more intently than he had when he thought her just some gorgeous potential client, he sat the now empty coffee cup down on the table before his hand inadvertently let it go tumbling to the floor. "I guess that was everything," he managed at last, "not exactly the everything I was expecting, though,"
With power like that, his slowly reviving brain wondered, why in the hell would you need a bum like me?
This time, the words he thought made it from mind to mouth with less difficulty.
Posted on 2009-09-24 at 19:53:37.
Edited on 2016-09-30 at 09:21:17 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: Stare into the Night Q&A
Subject: Alas, gboy, we hardly knew ye!
Got a PM from gboy this morning and the poor guy has been beset by the freetime-eating-RL-monster... ... So, he won't be picking up Joe Kelly after all.
Best of luck, there, gboy!
Posted on 2009-09-24 at 12:43:21.
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