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Topic: ^ < V game
Subject: OOO! Pick me! Pick me!
^ Frisky
< Friskee
V Frisbee
Posted on 2009-09-23 at 19:41:54.
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Topic: The One Word Game
Subject: And also...
Slog
(As in "I slog wearily through the workday...")
Posted on 2009-09-23 at 18:58:57.
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Topic: ^ < V game
Subject: Only the Vodka!
^Wants to try the extra thick bloody meri made from ketchup and grey goose
< Prefers the spicier stuff (Captain's tattoo, anyone?)
V Gave up liquor after that embarassing incident with the Tickle Me Elmo at Wal-Mart
Posted on 2009-09-23 at 18:54:18.
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Topic: The One Word Game
Subject: Is where you post your...
Resume
Posted on 2009-09-23 at 18:51:49.
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Topic: Stare into the Night Q&A
Subject: Well...
...we wouldn't wanna contribute to the delinquency of a minor or anything... that'd just be bad... worse than our usual, even! 
You drink whatever you want, Rer! Me? I'll be calling all captains.
Now, as to the game stuff... I am officially ooged out by the clock-monster! Verrrry cool! Verrrrry creepy! The dream-chat stuff has been way entertaining and enlightening, to boot. 
Posted on 2009-09-23 at 17:43:37.
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Topic: Witchcraft: Stare into the Night
Subject: Chicago PD; Station 18 - 11:41 a.m.
"You still here, Sarge?"
Joe Kelly had his head cradled in both hands, his eyes darting between the book Alex had given him earlier in the morning, the miscellany of notes that he had scrawled on random bits of paper strewn across his desk, and the multiple browser windows that were open on his computer's monitor before looking up to see to whom the voice belonged. "Yeah," he yawned, his hands going from his forehead to his eyes and trying to rub the exhaustion from them before training them on the scarcely recognizable form of Fansler in his civvies, "Yeah, Fansler. Still here and still trying to get my head around this occult mumbo-jumbo and how it ties in with all of this." He made a sweeping gesture at the file folders and evidence bags piled here and there about his workspace. In doing so, Joe caught sight of his watch and then the clock on the desktop start-bar-thingamajiggy. Mother of Jesus, he thought, rubbing at his eyes and blinking at his watch to make sure he'd seen correctly the first time, is it almost noon already? And shouldn't Fansler have filed his report and clocked out like four hours ago?
"What're you still doin' here?"
Patrolman Shane Fansler offered an amiable smile along with his shrug. "Oh, you know, Sarge," he said, "It's not like I got anybody to get home to right away, so, after shift, I hit the gym, took a shower, blah, blah, blah. Then I ran into Kendal, you know, Tommy Kendal down in BPS?... and started yakkin' it up with him. Bang! Next thing you know, it's eleven o'clock."
Joe nodded; "Yeah. I remember them days."
"Young and dumb, huh," Fansler chuckled along with the older cop. "So. That the Sharpe case, then," he asked, nodding to an archive box that sat near Joe's feet.
"Yeah. Young and, huh?" Joe's overtired eyes blinked as he tried to follow the younger cop's still energetic banter; then, making up the two steps he'd lost between Fansler's mouth and his own mind, he looked at the box, too. "Oh. Yeah, picked that up from Cold Case not long after I got back, got a feeling there's something in there that'll help me make sense of this,"
"That ol' gut feelin', huh, Sarge?"
"Somethin' like that," Joe yawned, again. "Anyway, I figure that the first time we really saw anything like this," he continued, flicking the half-melted amulet they'd brought back from the crime-scene, "it was when this happened," he tapped the archive box with the toe of his shoe. "The symbol's painted in blood in all the photos but it's recognizable enough to be the same thing as that amulet, I guess it is lookin' kind of like a cult or somethin', I dunno,"
Fansler offered another shrug. "Hard tellin'," he said, "The world's a strange place that just gets stranger, I guess, and Chi town seems to draw some of the strangest, you know?
Maybe you oughta take a break and get some rest, Sarge," the patrolman offered, "Catch forty winks then come back and look at it with fresh eyes."
Joe nodded his agreement with the younger man's suggestion; "Yeah and think about it with a brain that's runnin' on more than just bad coffee, huh?" Fansler was right, Joe figured; pulling his brain back from everything it had absorbed in the past several hours might just help him make more sense of it all after a little bit of rest. Besides, going through the Sharpe files (as Fansler had called them) had been an exercise all by itself, it was bad enough to look at photos like that when you had no idea who the victims were but, when you knew the victims personally it was another story all together... He had a particularly hard time with the pictures of Emily. It was bad enough he could still remember that night, having to actually look at it again came close to making him physically ill, Yeah, he reaffirmed to himself, bending down in his seat to slip the lid back onto the box lest any of those pictures decide to peek out at him, Go home, get a shower and some food, maybe a nap,
"Good thinking, Fansler," he said aloud, rising from his chair and bringing the box with him, "I'll run this back down to Cold Case and,"
"Hell, Sarge," Fansler interrupted, straightening now from where he had been leaning against the cubicle wall and reaching for the box, "Why don't I run that down for you? You look like you might fall asleep before you get there, huh? Skip the side-trip and go on home."
Joe blinked, again, and followed up with another yawn when the young cop reminded him once more of how tired he was. "Hmm? Yeah, okay," he nodded, setting the box on his desk and taking up a pen to sign the evidence slip over to Fansler before sliding the thing over for the younger man to add his signature to the received line, "I appreciate that, Shane."
"Hey," Fansler smiled as he acknowledged his receipt of the archive box with a quick scribbling of the pen, "no problem, Sarge. You get some sleep, all right?"
"Count on that," Joe nodded as he turned off his computer and snatched his overcoat from where it hung on the end of his cube wall. He clapped a hand on Fansler's shoulder as he turned to leave; "Thanks again, See you later tonight, huh?"
"Probably not, Sarge," Fansler returned, hoisting the box and following the Detective out of the room, "I've got a down day. Won't be back on shift until Wednesday."
"Have a good day off, then," Joe nodded, stopping at the door to the stairwell as Fansler kept moving toward the elevators.
"Will do," the younger man answered as Joe Kelly disappeared through the doorway, I get the feeling it's gonna be a great day off, he added mentally when the elevator doors slid open in front of him. He stepped inside and pressed the Close Door button to ensure that he'd be alone on the ride downstairs, then, reached into his pocket and drew out a long gold chain to which was affixed the amulet he'd recently earned. After slipping the thing around his neck and tucking the thing into his shirt so that the inverted pentacle with the bloodstone set in its center rested over his heart, he crouched down and peeled the lid off of the box, Mr Katul's gonna be interested in this, I'll bet,
Posted on 2009-09-23 at 17:02:10.
Edited on 2016-09-30 at 09:14:33 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: Stare into the Night Q&A
Subject: Well...
...he's an addict, not completely worthless. He gets a case he finds purpose in (and a good level dose of Johnny Walker) and he can be downright determined, even.
Love ya back! 
And Smoke? Proud? Really? 
Posted on 2009-09-23 at 01:47:40.
Edited on 2009-09-23 at 01:48:29 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: Stare into the Night Q&A
Subject: Wowie wow wow!
You all are incredible!
One of these days we'll have to pull together a Stare Into the Night convention and drink ourselves stoopid!
Loving the dream-chat going on between Janelle and Smoke... Can't wait to see where Alex and Penelope end up... and am just dying to get trouble rolling.
Got a Joe post in the works... and maybe another post from a "surprise" NPC, as well... Keep 'em coming, ladies and gents!
Posted on 2009-09-22 at 22:14:20.
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Topic: Witchcraft: Stare into the Night
Subject: If the cat's talking to you, you must be okay...
Feeling better Alex love? Smoke cooed knowingly in his direction. The quick 'zip it; glare he had launched at the bast then, of course, did nothing but evoke a quick-kitty snicker and another question; Where is Rosie?
Poor kid's tired and nervous about somethin?, I guess, he answered she's going upstairs for a nap.
The guest bedroom I hope, keep your bed open for this hot little number that Lucius sent your way. But wait till later for that, listen to her first, I think your right, she is in trouble, but she's smart, listen to what she has to say and figure out what to do, -then- go about imagining whatever you'd like about her. I'll leave you two alone for a bit and go check on the kid.
Lucius sent her? Alex arched a brow, following Smoke's retreat for a moment before shifting his gaze back to Penelope; Well there's a whole other ball of wax, huh? He settled into the chair he;d abandoned moments ago and studied the Iberian beauty with a bit more scrutiny, now. The glimmer in her aura, as he saw it, hinted at a modicum of power but that hint, now that he knew Lucius was involved, was probably more like looking at the pilot light in a furnace, he guessed -you saw the flame dancing there and knew that it burned but the true conflagration was shielded by thick walls of protection that only the trained would dare to stick their hands into-
Enjoy your coffee, you two, Smoke purred as she padded towards the stairs to join Rosie.
"Mmmhmm," Alex replied, already indulging in another sip from his own cup, as he glanced at the little gray fluffball moving up the steps, "Thanks, sweetheart. Have a good nap." He winced at the taste of the brew - the liquor had ruined the coffee but was doing wonders for his state of mind and for keeping a level thought process. When his eyes found Penelope again, she had already taken up the cup that was poured for her and was lowering her shapely frame into the opposing seat.
"Black is perfect," her exotically accented voice confirmed as she lifted the cup to her lips, "thank you."
"Sure," he nodded, setting his cup aside for the moment and shrugging out of his jacket, "hope it's drinkable. Haven't made real coffee around here in ages."
Once he'd gotten free of the battered leather of the jacket, he looked back at his new client only to find her studying him over the rim of her cup - just as intently, if not more so, as he had studied her after learning that Lucius had sent her - and, for some reason, couldn't help but smile.
"Now, Alexander," she intoned, as she lifted the cup to her perfectly formed lips again, "where were we?"
Alex, he wanted to say, Just Alex. Only Lucius calls me Alexander and, honestly, it kind of weirds me out. Those words died before they could make it from mind to mouth, though - something about hearing it from her lips didn't seem so odd. "I think, Penelope," he grinned, reaching for his scotch-coffee without taking his eyes from hers, "that you were about to tell me about Monsieur le Deschamps reasons for sending you to my door." He tipped the cup to his lips with one hand as the other produced the pendant she had brought from the pocket of his jacket and hung it in the air between them again; "And maybe what these sons-of-bitches might want with you.
If Lucius is involved and Smoke's talking to you without you thinking you're off your friggin' rocker," he said matter-of-factly, "there's a little bit more to the story than Zazies bein' all hot and bothered over some good lookin' chick with a spark of the Gift that they're hoping to recruit or has already gone and brushed 'em off. Am I right?"
He gave the pendant's chain a quick tug, hauling the thing up into his hand and keeping it out of sight there as he leaned forward a bit, regarding her seriously. "I dunno what Smoke might've told you," he admitted, "She talks in my head and I think back, hoping she'll hear, okay? So, just to be perfectly clear, I can help you with this," he lifted the hand that concealed the Azazelite pendant for emphasis, "but you, lovely lady, have got to tell me everything-No bulls**t."
Posted on 2009-09-22 at 22:03:23.
Edited on 2016-09-29 at 23:08:07 by Merideth
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Topic: Auguries of Destruction - The Clock Tower
Subject: Out through the Inn door....
“No,” the little redhead snapped after an instant, “I’m trying to get OUT!” She rolled her eyes then and returned to her perusal of the boarded up building.
“Funny,” Bas rumbled, his gaze tracking to Guin and the others as they approached the doorway of the Blue House, “that you’d pick an Inn as your way out…”
He watched as Guin, herself, surveyed the group that trailed behind her then smiled faintly when the tiny girl’s voice reached his ears; “Well, I don’t know about anyone else, but I’m going in.”
The Feral’s smile widened when, without compunction, Guin reached out, grasped the handle and swung the door of the place wide open. His gaze slid sidelong towards Eve, again… “There ya go,” he smirked, winking one of those odd, green-gold eyes at her before pushing away from where he’d been leaning against the wall, “Out through the inn door…”
His duster whirled about his ankles as he turned and prowled towards the entry. As he drew nearer, the emptiness of the town that he had perceived thus far was quickly challenged. Now, instead of the faint, coppery tang of old blood that had, so far, been the only scent in the air, there was the near overwhelming odor of multiple humans within the battened-down structure. The deathly silence of the town, too, was finally broken; the lonely wind suddenly punctuated by a startled exclamation and the murmurings of other muted sounds of life and the living. Bas stopped in the Blue House Inn’s doorway, squinting for a moment against the too bright lighting of the place, then studying the half-sigil painted on one half of the door, before finally stepping inside.
A uniformed woman, vaguely reminiscent of the conductor on the train was quick to meet them at the entrance. “Is... it over?” The woman’s apprehensive query and nervous demeanor was quickly buried behind the façade of professionalism though; “Er, I mean... welcome to the Blue House Inn; how can we help you this evening?”
Uniform’s different. She’s more rabbit than the conductor, too, Bas noted, otherwise ignoring the woman as his senses swept the place… The voices that carried on the air were all human, the tang of their essence belying them all as mundane as far as he could tell…
There’s something else, though, he thought, his nostrils flaring as moved past the uniformed woman, tracking the scent further into the hallway from whence it emanated, something… different…
Whatever it was, it was very faint… very light… and very… peculiar… His fingers flexed and drifted towards the folds of his coat as he progressed forward; sniffing the air as well as those he passed en route to the source of the aroma. That low, rumbling growl worked up in his chest as he flicked a glance back at the others and quieted again as his fingers found the hilt of the knife inside his coat… his stance lowered, then, succumbing to the hunter’s instincts and his eyes flicked back up the hallway to where the strange spoor was leading… Is that… velvet?
((OOC: give a wolf a scent and he’s liable to examine it as closely as he can, yes? Bas has little interest in the mundanes near the front of the Inn at the moment but is very curious about whatever it is farther inside…))
Posted on 2009-09-22 at 15:03:39.
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Topic: I'm here ...again!
Subject: Welcome back!
Not sure about which games might actively be recruiting, Aus, but hang around, something's sure to pop up.
Posted on 2009-09-22 at 12:28:37.
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Topic: New Spores of Itanlok Q/A ~ 1
Subject: Trippin-dicular...
...as always, Hammer! 
Should have Crulgrin's post ready by tomorrow.
Posted on 2009-09-21 at 22:23:56.
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Topic: Loaded Dice #16: Just Playing my Character (part two)
Subject: LOL
Okay... in 'Olan's thoughts...' "I love the way Jhim looks when he's casting his spell."
Gotta agree with ya there, boss... Artwork was way cool on the spell effects, but I've gotta say that I loved the way Jhim looked after the spell casting... 
P.S. You likey? You votie!
Posted on 2009-09-21 at 22:09:31.
Edited on 2009-09-21 at 22:10:32 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: Stare into the Night Q&A
Subject: Industrious indeed!
I'm absoulutely thrilled at how easily we all seem to be able to keep this ball rolling, to be honest.
I mean, we've got great characters all around, talented players/writers/rpers, and all that but, WOW! This thing almost seems to be writing itself, doesn't it?
I'll hang back with Alex's next for a bit and give Nimu a chance to throw anohter out there... Joe may post before long, though.
Posted on 2009-09-21 at 19:47:18.
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Topic: New Spores of Itanlok Q/A ~ 1
Subject: Shibby!
Well worth the wait.
Welcome, Yana!
Crully post in the works... hmmmm... those unseen sparklies do look a bit intriguing, don't they? 
Posted on 2009-09-21 at 19:44:38.
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Topic: Witchcraft: Stare into the Night
Subject: Am I interrupting?
"I-it's not that," Janelle promised as Alex released her from the embrace.
He quirked a brow as, holding her at arms-length, he studied her face. Something was bothering the girl - he could see the signs of it roiling behind her eyes and subtly skewing her facial expressions as she tried to hide it - but it wasn't a something that she felt comfortable sharing with him, it seemed; at least not right now.
"Um... I don't want to keep you from your client," she added, this time with no underlying hints of trying to wave him off, "So, perhaps it'd be better if I told you later? It's not urgent..."
Alex studied her face for a moment longer, then, with a faint nod, released the girl all together. "All right, Rosie," he said, "as long as you're sure, I won't hassle you. Just remember, though, that whatever it is, you can tell me, okay? I'm always here for you, kid... don't forget it."
He sighed, then, and turned his gaze back down the hallway, trying around the fact that the client he had left out front hadn't been the ho-hum, everyday, I-need-to-hire-a-PI sort he had been hoping for and, instead, had brought him yet another Zazy necklace and, with it, another reason not to back off of the cultists... not even a little... as Joe's visit and Smoke's subsequent chastisement this morning had left him considering. Gotta be Fate working, here, somewhere, he told himself as he opened the cupboard over the sink and snaked the bottle of scotch from it's place on the shelf, Just can't figure out why it keeps wanting to throw me at the Zazies... or throw them at me...
Did I do it to myself, Alex wondered as he poured less than a shot of the liquor into his coffee... just enough to take the edge off, or has it been some big friggin' scheme from the beginning? In the act of returning the scotch to the cupboard as that last thought hit him, Alex paused, reversed the motion, and indulged in a good, healthy, eye-scrunching belt directly from the bottle. Had the slaughter of Em's coven been the spark that ignited the kindling under the bonfire of what his life had become? Had there been a "greater purpose" behind the suffering that had resulted? F***! he grimaced, swallowing another mouthful, Better not have been... or when I get to hell, I'll just have more work to do...
Don't think about it, then, his annoying inner-voice decided to chime in, just go out there, tend to your client like you would if it was a normal case, and don't even consider the rest. You can't link everything to Emily... even if the Zazies are involved... there's more to the world than you and your misery, Sharpe.
And here's something else for you to think about... Rosie's standing there watching while you pour liquid nerves straight from the bottle and into your gut...
Alex shut his eyes and hung his head... Dammit!... before forcing himself to return the bottle to it's shelf and then offering Janelle a somewhat embarrassed and definitely apologetic grin. "Sorry about that," he muttered, "I've... uh... got a case of the nerves or somethin'..." His hands were shaking a bit - though that shake had more to do with his need for a drink than his nerves actually being on edge - so he hoped she'd accept that excuse.
"Thanks for doin' this for me," he continued, taking up the tray Rosie had prepared for him, "Guess I'd better get back in there and see what I can do to help this lady out.
If this takes too long, you can go ahead and take the car if you need to get back to your place... uh... otherwise... You go ahead and make yourself at home, okay?"
Idiot! Alex berated himself as he finally managed to turn himself back towards the hallway, Just quit talkin'!
Without another word, he made his way back to the shop and, when he emerged from the hallway to find Smoke and Penelope engaged in what appeared to be a conversation, he blinked...
"Yeah," he drawled, "not exactly what I was expecting but... okay..." He cast a querulous glance at Smoke and one not so dissimilar at Penelope before deciding to simply dismiss what his perceptions told him and bypassed the pair to set the coffee service down on the table.
"Coffee's ready," he said, lifting his scotch-spiked cup from the tray and turning his gaze back in their direction and inclining his head to indicate the other cup, "You said black, right?"
Posted on 2009-09-21 at 17:35:42.
Edited on 2016-09-29 at 07:11:39 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: New Spores of Itanlok Q/A ~ 1
Subject: No problem... we've all been there. :)
"Wherefore complain that the road is hard; should that deter you, avoid journeying."
Feel better, Almerin, we'll all be waiting for you when you do.
Posted on 2009-09-20 at 17:14:30.
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Topic: Stare into the Night Q&A
Subject: Yup, yup, yup...
That's about what I was thinking, m'self!
Perhaps not "false knowledge" where the followers of those darker forces are concerned, of course, but definitely "false knowledge" as it applies to "Those of the Light" prevailing over the "Mad Gods and their minions" during the Reckoning, anyway.
I figure Azazel's overall goal in all of this (if it can be narrowed down to just a single thing) is to "soften up" humanity and/or the Gifted before the Reckoning actually comes, right? So, towards that end, (perhaps after long discussions with Katul, even?) he's been recruiting the easily twisted and tainted among the gifted to his side (with offers of wealth, power, etc, etc) and, for those that refuse to be swayed, death and worse... *shrugs* ... Now, I have a vague notion as to the connection between Katul and Azazel, given PMs between Meri and myself, also, have an idea as to how Alvaro and the cult are going to end up in cahoots, too... am now starting to wonder if the demon itself may actually come in to play beyond being a reference figure? Hmmmmmmmmm.....
Posted on 2009-09-19 at 15:19:39.
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Topic: Witchcraft: Stare into the Night
Subject: Hoo boy!
...if you weren't acting like such a dope...
Smoke's last words echoed through his mind as Alex continued on towards the kitchen. Story of my life, he silently agreed, taking another look at the amulet and then stuffing it into his pocket before Rosie came into view. I was a dope to have not listened to Em when she practically begged me to go with her that night... I was a dope for finally going when it was already too late... for everything else that's happened since, most likely. He dragged the cigarette down to the filter and crushed the thing out between already burn scarred fingertips and shook his head; And I've gotta be a dope for even considering taking this case what with Chicago's finest sniffing around, now.
"Story of my friggin life," he mumbled out loud as he reached the kitchen and tossed the extinguished cigarette butt into the trash can.
"Oh, it's done. I was, um," Janelle replied to his question as he stepped onto the linoleum, "about to bring it to you."
He smiled a little, seeing her standing there with the coffee and all that went with it arranged on a professionally presented tray. The smile faded, though, when he realized that the faint clattering sound he had just noticed was resultant of the trembling hands with which she held the thing rattling the cups and other accoutrements together on the tray. The girl's smile, too, seemed a little forced and a thin sheen of perspiration glistened along her temples and cheeks.
"Hey," he said, an expression of genuine concern on his face as he reached out to take the tray from her, "you alright, Rosie? Lemme take this, okay? You don't look so good."
He took the tray from her and set it on the counter before producing a handkerchief from his pocket and blotting the sweat from her face. Alex caught a glimpse of his ward-wrapped watch as he did and, though he couldn't see the face of the thing, suddenly realized that it was probably really close to noon... Keep it together, kiddo, he willed silently, offering what he hoped was a reassuring smile as he returned the hanky to his pocket and then wrapped the girl up in his arms, you're gonna be alright. I'm not gonna let time get ya.
"Listen, I've got all the clocks down here taken care of," he said softly, "and there aren't any upstairs except for the digital one beside my bed... none at all in the guest room... if you wanna go up and lay down for a while. Whaddya think?"
((OOC: Completely up to Rosie as to whether or not she wants to go up and nap out or not, of course. Alex is just doing the concerned big brother bit, here... despite her decision, Alex will (eventually) return to the front room with the coffee - after spiking one of the cups with a dose of scotch and perhaps refilling his flask from the bottle above the sink... ))
Posted on 2009-09-19 at 14:22:06.
Edited on 2016-09-20 at 08:37:22 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: Auguries of Destruction: The Clock Tower Q&A
Subject: LOL
@ Guin just pulling the door open!!!
I thought I read that the doors were boarded but still operational... ...spiffy...
Posted on 2009-09-19 at 13:05:42.
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Topic: Stare into the Night Q&A
Subject: Bits and pieces
Oh, right... Azrael - the angel of death... IMDB does rock, huh?
As to how I envision the Cultists perceiving their "lord" Azazel - "Azazel is revered as a physical/spiritual deity by many Theistic/Spiritual Satanic groups as a Promethean bringer of forbidden knowledge. Depictions of this entity vary from group to group, but he is generally regarded as a Luciferian force of enlightenment opposed to the Hebrew deity Yahweh, or the Demiurge, who is usually viewed as an imperfect tyrant, aimed only at keeping men from knowledge; knowledge of the falseness of the reality of which man occupies and its creator, thereby interpreting Azazel as a Gnostic liberator."
I kind of think the above fits is quite well with whatever Katul's designs might be but, of course, since this is our story you should all feel free to expand or re-mold the ideas here to advance or twist the tale as necessary.
Posted on 2009-09-19 at 13:01:56.
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Topic: Stare into the Night Q&A
Subject: Kayo!
There's a short one in return...
I think the demon's "real name" is Azazel...*shrug*... I'll look it up again to verify and let you know ASAP.
Not sure about Dogma, either... 
Posted on 2009-09-19 at 01:11:41.
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Topic: Witchcraft: Stare into the Night
Subject: Short? Yeah. Sweet? Mmmmm... I dunno...
"In front of your door?" Still holding the amulet in one hand and a cigarette in the other, Alex pushed the hand with the cigarette through his hair as his gazed jumped between the amulet and Penelope...
Did I see one of these before that night, he wondered. The first time he could recall seeing the symbol, himself, seemed to be the night he walked into that massacre but, thinking about it now, he couldn't be sure that he hadn't seen it prior to that. Did those bastards leave one of these on our doorstep, Em?
...He looked once more at Emily's picture, indulged in another long drag on the cigarette, and then sighed; "Yeah, I know what it is." The anger in his eyes hadn't disappeared entirely but it had softened a bit - perhaps by sadness - when he looked at the Iberian woman, now; "I know what it means... it means you're screwed.
It also means that you're right," he said, turning towards the kitchen hallway, "we do have a lot to talk about. Starting with how you might've gotten wrapped up in whatever sick s**t the Cult of Azazel's got going on. How do you take your coffee?"
Alex stopped for a moment when he got closer to Smoke, crouched down beside her and, moving a few loops of twine to do so, rubbed her under her chin.
"She's screwed, Smoke-darlin'," he repeated... then offered a sardonic smirk and amended that estimation; "I'm screwed."
He rested his hand on her head then and winked. "What else is new, right?"
Puffing on the remains of his cigarette, Alex got to his feet and continued down the hall to the kitchen. "How's that coffee comin', Rosie," he called.
Posted on 2009-09-19 at 01:07:34.
Edited on 2016-09-20 at 08:29:33 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: Stare into the Night Q&A
Subject: Groovy!
Thanks.
Oh... and for the record (though, not that it matters much),this is the building that conjured up Alex's place in my mind.
Don't know that the shop front part would be quite as "frilly" but that's about what I see when I envision the place.
Posted on 2009-09-18 at 22:40:48.
Edited on 2009-09-18 at 22:43:17 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: Stare into the Night Q&A
Subject: Me? Skeered?
No way!...*grabs Meri and places her between himself and anything potentially scary*
*peeks out and looks at Alice* She's really cool, by the way...
Figuring where to go from Nimu's last, atm, and was likely gonna come up with a thing or two to post here, en route.
For instance, Nimu; Does Penelope know much of anything about the Zazies let alone why they'd be after her? (I'm presuming 'no' or else there'd be no need for her have to been pointed at Alex, I s'pose, but I just wanna make sure.)
Posted on 2009-09-18 at 22:18:34.
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