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Topic: Newest to the Site
Subject: That's cuz...
... we knew she'd feel it sooner or later, Val.  It's a right palpable thing, Val's evil.
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Posted on 2008-10-21 at 15:24:45.
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Topic: Newest to the Site
Subject: Vampyre chicks! Groovy!
Welcome aboard, Vampiria!
Posted on 2008-10-21 at 15:02:50.
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Topic: The Spores of Itanlok - Q/A
Subject: In the works...
...friends and neighbors. 
Should've had it done already but you all know how life pulls those unexpected surprises on us from time to time... 
Shooting for sometime today. 
Posted on 2008-10-21 at 11:43:39.
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Topic: Totally Random Thoughts
Subject: Edit...
...was my first thought... after which I immediately thought rhinocerous!
Posted on 2008-10-21 at 01:21:06.
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Topic: New Account
Subject: Sorry I'm late...
...your Dad insisted that I clean my room and tidy up a bit before introducing myself, don't ya know?
Welcome aboard, O' Bardess of Birmingham! *bows*
Oh... and if you see me running with scissors... don't tell Dad. He hates it when I do that... takes away my coffee... sells my hats on ebay... makes me eat tofu... it's horrible.
Posted on 2008-10-21 at 01:19:28.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: LOL
No, actually, I wasn't... just didn't get around to the scene where the gunbelt came off. 
Ummm... knowing Sam, though - and especially given the info Wyatt passed on earlier - even after the gunbelt comes off he's not gonna let it be too far out of reach if he can help it...*snort* yeah... right... like he's gonna think about where that pistol is when he's got nekkid Brigit right there... Who am I trying to kid?
Posted on 2008-10-15 at 17:04:03.
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Topic: Voyages of Rocinante - Serenity/Firefly RPG
Subject: Whoa! The last doc just gave me a lolli!
“I hope you aren’t adding me to your gorram list.”
Half of that last swig of whiskey got swallowed down the wrong pipe and he’d banged the bottle against his lip when that voice floated out of the dark but, despite it all, Sam’s Avenger found its way into his hand and trained on a shadowy corner before he could scarcely think it… Gorramit! I wish folk wouldn’ ruttin’ do that! He didn’t lower the pistol right away but his finger eased off the trigger some when Brigit separated herself from the penumbra, hands raised.
“Miss Brigit,” Sam blinked, the pistol lowering a bit, “how long you been… what’re ya doin’ here?”
“I told you,” she purred, seductively peeling off her clothes as she slowly advanced, “I want you more than I ever wanted a man before.”
Oh, Sam, you’re goin’ straight ta Hell, puhn yoh, Sam thought, unable to take his eyes off the woman, as the Avenger’s barrel pointed itself toward the floor, That there’s another man’s woman. His other arm wrapped around her, hand going to the small of her back and pulling her close to him as her mouth closed over his. Yeah, he answered himself as the kiss made him really not care, An’ that man’s got more ta his mind than takin’ proper care o’ this’n, don’t he? Gun ta jwo lu.
“The Doc’s asleep as he is want to be by this time at night,” she whispered, pulling away a bit but not escaping Sam’s grasp, “and Wolf is very, very occupied with his mule right now.”
Right, Dash thought for a split second, I probably oughta go an’ give ol’ Wolfy a hand…
“You’re feeling better, I hope?”
…Hell, I’d prob’ly just be in his way.
“Darlin’,” Sam grinned, his eyes devouring her as he reholstered the Avenger, “I’m sure feelin’ somethin’…”
((OOC: SqueeeeeerrrrK!!! There’s that fade to black moment… Just had to fire up a response to that last post, though. Rock on Sammy! Here’s hoping it don’t get ya killed!))
Posted on 2008-10-15 at 15:26:28.
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Topic: Demonic Vending Machine
Subject: Buuuuurp!
It spits out a pair of Eol-skin wingtips, a tax return form, and a collection letter from the IRS... all packaged neatly in a tinfoil hat.
I feed it the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown!
Posted on 2008-10-15 at 14:18:55.
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Topic: The Spores of Itanlok - Q/A
Subject: Well bummer...
...that's too bad. Here's hoping things go better for Kaelyn soon... *takes another drink*... and here's to finally finding myself in a game with the rest of you.
Posted on 2008-10-15 at 11:02:08.
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Topic: ^ < V game
Subject: Lavender, actually...
^ Should find a gate to Bella Moon and/or Lunamere
< Has guided many a soul there personally
V Lived there once but forgot how to get back
Posted on 2008-10-14 at 18:45:57.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Nobody let me talk anymore...
...every time I open my yap, the GM comes up with some other run of bad luck to throw our way... 
Why oh why didn't I give Sam a "mute" complication?
Posted on 2008-10-14 at 17:35:11.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Yikes!!!
Mebbe Dash should've helped the bank robbers instead of tryin to be all impressive and get the girl, huh?
Posted on 2008-10-14 at 16:50:12.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: I second that emotion!
Even though I, as a player, just know that bumpin' uglies with Miss Brigit is gonna lead to more trouble for him, I just can't have Sam even think about walking away from the opportunity... Just wouldn't be Sam, now, would it?
Love this game and all the twists and turns and back and forth it's laid out... can't wait to see where it all ends up going... and the where it'll go after that...
Posted on 2008-10-14 at 15:04:23.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: So like I was sayin'...
... i figger that now I'm up we oughta be thinkin' right hard about puttin' this rock in our wake an' makin' fer greener - and by that, puhn yoh, I mean less purple - pastures! Just lemme grab a bite o' this grub as the Doc's laid out an' hey... whiskey... the good kind... and then we's goin'...
*blinkblinkblink* Hey! Nekkid schoolmarm! Uh.... uh.... what was I just sayin'?
hehehe
I figure Sam's feelin' pretty lucky all of the sudden.... why's it makin' Sam's player just a hint twitchy, though, I wonder? Well... if ya gotta go... I don't reckon there's a better way.
Posted on 2008-10-14 at 14:39:17.
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Topic: The Spores of Itanlok - Q/A
Subject: Culgrin's job...
Almerin - I figured that if Crulgrin didn't actually work at the refinery he would probably at least 'pretend' that he did, anyway. Now, until I read your post I hadn't any idea what he might use as a 'cover' to disguise the fact that he's not exactly what he appears to be - he's not exactly proud of the life he's fallen into, you know?
Anyhoo... I never mind 'playing off' of stuff the DM puts in posts... it actually helps me to get a better feel for the character in most cases and, if i disagree with anything too much...or have questions about it at all.. you'll hear from me before I finalize any posts.
Posted on 2008-10-14 at 10:47:05.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off
Subject: And that's how you make friends!
“Pretty in pink! Caw, caw, caw! Pretty in pink!”
Oh, Matthias thought at the sound of the bird’s voice so soon after that of the thud and surprised grunt of the gladiator, Oh no… what have you done, now? The warlock couldn’t bear to look.
He wasn’t paying attention, Clyde snickered, I woke him up.
At the possible cost of my life, Matthias shot back, already getting to his feet despite still not having dared to glance in the gladiator’s direction, A lesson hardly worth it to teach, I think.
Pish posh, Clyde giggled, you’ll be fine… here he comes… disintegrate him.
I think not, Matthias was finally looking at Maximus, now, and trying his best not to laugh or even so much as smile at the sight – it truly wasn’t funny... even covered in sparkling pink dust, the charging gladiator was a terrifying sight, especially since Matthias himself was the huge man’s target. In a single motion, Matthias shooed the bird from his shoulder and, muttering the word that would activate the ring of blinking he wore on his left hand, twisted the thing slightly to release its magic. Then, he held his hands up in a placating manner even though he was certain that such a gesture wouldn’t stop an enraged Sueli.
“Your anger is misdirected, friend,” he urged the charging gladiator even as a hold person spell started to weave itself together in his mind, “I apologize for your embarrassment but the spell that caused it was not mine.”
((OOC: Good place to stop I suppose… Hopefully, the ring of blinking will keep Matty from being exactly where Max is aiming… if not and/or if that doesn’t dissuade the raging bull, Hold Person on the gladiator… if all else fails… *sigh*… let’s hope all else doesn’t fail… ))
Posted on 2008-10-13 at 18:00:26.
Edited on 2008-10-13 at 18:01:34 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: Voyages of Rocinante - Serenity/Firefly RPG
Subject: Bedside twitchy
“Well, there is a lot of talk around here about her,” Doc McGuire confessed in response to Dash’s prodding about Brigit, “but I find that the prettier the woman, the more dirty the talk if you catch my meaning. She’s an ambitious one, I can say that and not above using what she’s got to her advantage, but in this end of the verse, you work with the tools you got.”
“Yeah,” Sam nodded, “that ain’t no go she humped up as things get in the world, I reckon
“What I don’t get is her and JW. They says they’re engaged but frankly, JW has only one love and that is a card table. His mine is his second mistress and Brigit doesn’t strike me as a woman who can play a third.”
The knock at the door that followed inspired another droning warning from the knitter as Sam jerked and found the grips of his pistol again. “Ta ma duh,” he breathed, rolling his eyes at himself as the Doc answered the door, “I gotta stop doin’ that.” The pilot sighed and tried to relax, even forcing his eyes closed as best he could as Doc McGuire tended to Albert and his daughter before shuffling off to home. “Ain’t never gonna have to worry about other folk killin’ me if I does it t’ m’self, am I?”
A few minutes later, Dash heard the Doc come back and close the door. He couldn’t help but open at least one eye when he heard the unmistakable sound of a drink being poured. “Feel free to help yourself when the knitter is done,” McGuire smiled faintly as if reading Sam’s mind, “No good for you now, but once you are done, a glass or two won’t do anything but help you sleep. I’m gonna see about some dinner and then head to bed afterwards, but I’ll bring you in something to eat and check on you before I do.”
“‘Preciate it, Doc,” Sam winked, “Yer a right sociable sort… even if this machine,” he nudged the knitter, purposefully evoking the now memorized warning, “is a pain in my gorram pi guh.”
A little later
Sam hadn’t had a chance to get off of the knitter and help himself to a slug or two from the Doc’s bottle before Wyatt returned and paid him a visit.
“I wonder if this thing can mend a sour personality,” the Cap grinned, looking down at him as he sidled up next to the bed.
“Hell, Cap, it’d prob’ly make ya whimsical in th’ brainpan for it fixed ya,” Dash grinned back, “but if ya think it’ll help, I’ll slide over an’ ya c’n give ‘er a shot.”
Wyatt chuckled. “Look, puhn yo, thing’s’ve gotten a bit more complicated while you napped. Oh, wipe that look from yer face. We got paid, so it ain’t all that bad exceptin’, of course, the holes put in your sorry sack.
“That Ludlow fellow we kilt up at the mine? Well, this other fella that was robbin’ the bank was his brother apparently, and there’s one more of them out there too. I think JW said they was Horatio, Ethan, Edward, and Ernest. I think Horatio is their father…a commandant in the Alliance…”
“Ai ya! Tai Kong Suo You Di Xing Qui Dou Sai Jin Wo De Pi Gu! Zhen dow mei!” Sam almost jumped off the table but was pinned and chastised by the machine, yet again, for his effort. “We gotta get outta here, Wyatt,” he said, eyes wide as he banged an agitated fist against the bone knitter, “Get this thing offa me an’ let’s go… how much more c’n it have ta do, anyway? Doc says ten fifteen more minutes and…”
“Yeah, I know,” Wyatt said, play-acting as the pilot’s voice of reason, “But it get’s more complicated than that, Sam. We killed two of them so I’m bettin’ that once word gets out the other two’ll come lookin’ to settle the score. So, we gotta burn atmo as fast as we can an’ put distance between us and this rock. The people here have taken to calling me sheriff…”
Dash blinked, somewhat settled by Wyatt’s confidence and downright tickled at what he’d just said. “Sheriff,” he snorted, looking as if he was on the verge of a laughing fit that’d likely re-break his ribs, “I’ll be dipped. Sheriff Sung!”
“Bi Jweh,” the Cap smirked, a little uncomfortably, “I asked JW to take care of that little mistake an’ he’s promised to do so at tomorrow’s meeting. The thing is, the Alliance that came down to investigate your handiwork at the bank were apparently told that the sheriff kilt those men dead. Someone goes looking for that sheriff to answer any questions they might have, and there ain’t none to find. It’s gonna look mighty suspicious. Besides, even were I the Law, I don’t think that’d stop a Ludlow none. They don’t strike me as playin’ by the rules types.”
“They ain’t from what I seen,” Dash nodded, “Both of ‘em acted like what they was doin’ was the rightest thing in th’ Verse an’ they was th’ ones as was ordained ta do it. Give no gorram nevermind ta innocents er nuthin’… Like they was on a mission, get me?
What if that’s what it is, Wyatt,” Sam almost whispered, “What if the Sam as that first Ludlow were huntin’ wasn’t Sam Hawkes, ya know? An’ what if me an’ that other Feng Pi bein’ at th’ same gorram bank at th’ same gorram time weren’t no coincidental happenin’, neither?” The pilot looked like he was on the verge of panic. “Ta ma duh, Cap. I done humped all o’ ya good’n proper, din’t I? I gotta… I gotta get an’… you gotta get th’ crew th’ hell away from me, Wyatt…”
The Captain’s dead-even glare shut Sam down in the middle of fumbling his way through resigning his spot as Rocinante’s pilot and making plans to burn atom in any direction other than that which his friends… his family were going. A slow shake of his head, too, told Sam that even if he had made it sensibly through such a thing, Wyatt wasn’t about to have any of it, anyway. “Yeah,” Sam sighed, swallowing a lump in his throat and settling back at Wyatt’s unvoiced rebuke, “You an’ me, Wyungsung. I got ya… sorry ‘bout that…”
Wyatt nodded and gripped Sam’s hand in a firm clasp as he prepared to leave. “I thought you should know. I gotta return to Rocinante to see about the cargo transfer, so that leaves you an’ Wolf here alone. Make sure you keep that sixgun close, an’ don’t take nothin’ at face value, puhn yo. We’ll come pick you up tomorrow morning. The Doc says this contraption should be finished with you by then.”
“Aye-firmative, Cap,” Dash nodded, taking a bit of comfort in that handshake, “I’ll be here an’ ready puhn yoh. Tell Miss Will I said thanks fer the face thing, too, would ya? Girl don’t know what she done but I’m glad she done it, get me?”
With one final nod of goodbye, Wyatt made his way out the door, confirming that it was locked again and started off for the ship. For his part, Sam spent the remainder of his time (and not one split-second longer) on the knitter, then, after shoving his way free of the machine, helped himself to a good sampling of Doc McGuire’s whiskey straight from the bottle. “Gorram Alliance,” he grumbled, checking his Avenger before snaking another swig from the bottle, “Gorram Ludlows!”
((OOC: Stopping there for now… If the Doc doesn’t accost him on the way and/or prohibit him from doing so, Sam will go find Wolf and see if there’s anything he can do to help get the Mule put back together… he’s been on his back long enough… doubtful he’ll be calm enough to get any rest anyway… Edits and such as needed, of course.))
Posted on 2008-10-13 at 17:05:03.
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Topic: The Spores of Itanlok - Q/A
Subject: Thank ye, sir!
*bows* Glad you enjoyed it... should be very interesting once we're all tied up in the adventure.
I have enjoyed all the posts, so far, myself. Great job, all.
Posted on 2008-10-13 at 16:13:16.
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Topic: The Spores of Itanlok - Q/A
Subject: Awww shucks...
...dunno about a doozy, Hammer, but there it is for what it's worth.
Thanks for the vote of confidence, though. 
Posted on 2008-10-13 at 15:26:10.
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Topic: The Spores of Itanlok - an Audalis Short Adventure
Subject: Makin' with the merry but tryin ta stay hid, too
“What’m I doin’ here,” Crulgrin muttered into the sleeve of his tunic and he wiped the foam of yet another tankardful of Granitegut Stout from his whiskers, “Come out o’ the Rvisthorn an’ put me arse on the line… an’ fer what… a weddin’?”
He watched, breath held, and face still buried in his sleeve as Jamdock Burrowfoot stomped past him again. Once the Gemhound had disappeared into the thick of the wedding crowd, Crulgrin let his breath go in a sigh of relief. “Aye,” he shook his shaggy, black head slowly and tossed back the tankard once more, draining what remained of the dark, bitter brew into both mouth and beard, “gotta be fargin’ off me boulder ta’ve even thinked this were a good ideer.”
Hoping that Jamdock would stay to himself and not so much as look his way, again, turned and waved for his tankard to be refilled. Crulgrin couldn’t have declined this invitation even if he had wanted to and he knew it. No self-respecting Khord would pass up the chance to attend a wedding and revel in the expansion of the clan… even if the exact nature of that familiar relationship was so convoluted that it scarcely related you to the bride or groom… Why, ye might as well shave of yer beard, move ‘bove ground, and pretend yer a Syl, then, mightn’t ye? It didn’t matter if his being here wasn’t the safest of things to do, either. He’d already shamed himself enough by having fallen in with the wrong sort and, as a result, throwing away a fine career as a caver and advanced scout for the King’s Tunnelers… it hadn’t been his fault entirely, of course, a false promise or two from some Sendrian tall-folk had devolved into a lie that had turned into a threat against Shadebeard’s family and, finally, lead him into his current life as little more than a thief and gem-smuggler… Kharox bless me so’s no one finds out… …who hid his deeds by pretending to be a simple laborer at the…
“Hey Crully, old boy! How’re things over at the refinery? You still work there, right?”
Crulgrin flinched when Kretarund grabbed hold of him and nearly spilled the entire contents of his freshly refilled brew on the both of them. Oh, by the Gods o’ Earth an’ Stone, I’m catched, he thought at first. Then his wide, blinking eyes registered that it was the groom who had apprehended him and not that Burrowfoot bloke, and his look of shock quickly transformed into a broad smile.
“Aye,” Crulgrin snorted, sucking the foam from the top of his brew, “aye, the refin’ry! Things’re good, Kreta-me-boy! Things’re good! Heh heh… Congratulations, boy-o!”
The gem-smuggler, although happy for the young Khord, was somehow relieved when the bridegroom was accosted by another party-guest and dragged away from what, likely, would’ve been a conversation strewn with half-truths and bald-faced lies to which he’d rather not subject family – no matter how distant – anyway. “Khamaruz’s frosty stones but I jest pessed meself,” he sighed trying to fade back into the shadows a bit as he nursed his mug… “What’m I doin’ here?”
Posted on 2008-10-13 at 15:24:51.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Are you ruttin' kiddin' me?!?
That's all this game needs is another right fine player submittin' gorram post what's all fit fer readin' an' sech!
Saddle up, compadre!
That's a yes... I'm pretty sure...
Posted on 2008-10-12 at 18:26:26.
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Topic: The Spores of Itanlok - Q/A
Subject: Trippindicular!
That was a groovy post maaaaan...
Crully'll have something up soonishly... gotta finish up for CWWLLO, Rocinante, and a couple of other little things I need to get off my plate, but it shan't be long.
Posted on 2008-10-11 at 18:42:17.
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Topic: The Sharpeness of Smoke
Subject: This day just gets weirder and weirder...
8:44 p.m.
“Did you see that,” Alex mumbled, disbelieving, as he rubbed at his eyes as if convinced that what he’d just seen was a hallucination, “Did I see that?” His mind surged, suddenly, down a thousand different paths – from ‘what kind of power causes a signature like that’ to ‘thank the Mother that ain’t who I’m lookin’ to find’ – when he realized that the napping cat had sprung to the dashboard and was in the midst of a full-tilt hissy. The cat had seen what he had seen, and that meant that the cat was somewhat more than just a cat.
“Okay,” Alex breathed, reaching out a hand to stroke the cat… the bast reassuringly before finally tearing his eyes away from where the glowing girl had disappeared from his sight, “okay. So it wasn’t just me, then.” He blinked again, retrieved the cigarette from his lap, and nestled it in the corner of his mouth before offering the little grey fluffball a rather uneasy grin. He had felt his hand pass through the shield that she had thrown up when he reached out to pet her and he realized, then, what the source of the added essence during his ritual had been.
“You can take that down,” he said softly, finally relaxing a bit himself, “you’ll be alright. I don’t think we need to worry about her… at least, I hope not… wouldn’t hurt to check her out later, though… damn, that was crazy.” He scratched the cat under her chin and offered a quick wink before lighting his cigarette. Shaking his head slowly, still trying to sort out what had just happened – hell, what had been happening all day – Alex turned his eyes back towards the apartment building into which the glowing girl had vanished, blew a lungful of smoke out the window, and, having screwed the cap off of his flask, spilled a swallow past his lips.
“Not my concern, tonight,” he whispered, more to himself than to the cat, as his attentions turned to the nightclub up the street, again. He slumped back into his seat and watched the place for a moment, then took another small sip from the flask and let his eyes drift back to the cat. “Wanna knock to smooth out your nerves, too,” he chuckled, tilting the flask in her direction.
The cat flicked an ear and blinked at him in reply.
He screwed the cap back in place and returned the flask to his pocket. “I had started thinking,” Alex said, his grey eyes sliding back to their surveillance of Club Vain, “that, if you stayed around, I’d call you Smoke.” He took another pull on his cigarette, glanced at her again, and grinned a little; “Probably already got a name, though, don’t you? Well, I can’t keep on calling you ‘cat’ forever and, if you don’t like ‘Smoke,’ you need to tell me, sweetheart, or you’re gonna be stuck with it.”
“Ellgawen,” the cat replied, “My name is Ellgawen, human, but you may call me Smoke if you like. It is somehow appropriate, I think.”
“I’m Alex.”
“I know.”
Posted on 2008-10-11 at 18:37:46.
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Topic: Audalis Shorts - The Spores of Itanlok
Subject: Sorry for the last minute entry
But better late than never I suppose, yes? 
Crulgrin Shadebeard: Gem smuggler has been sent to you via PM O Mighty King of the Hoppy Toads. Still needs a bit of fleshing out in the background department but the stats and such should be in order.
Posted on 2008-10-10 at 20:32:40.
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Topic: The Sharpeness of Smoke
Subject: All in a night's work (part 1)
7:15 p.m. – Sharpe Eye Investigations
“…as I will it, so mote it be,” the final words of the invocation whispered past his lips as Alex walked the edge of the Circle he had cast, adding his Spirit to the gathering power within the salt-scribed sigil on the floor. When those last words had dissipated into the still air of the room, Alex stopped between his wedding ring (which had been placed on the Eastern side of the Circle) and the pentacle amulet (placed in the West) that Emily had always worn. He could already feel the Essence welling in the confines of the ritual and, at his direction, seeping into him and those objects he had placed in the Four Quarters. Arms outstretched and eyes closed, he sank to a seated position on the Circle’s edge and continued the soft chant that would gather and store this summoned Essence, being mindful to impart respect to the Lord, and the Lady, and the Spirits he had called. He’d performed this ritual before, of course, and had become fairly adept at its workings – though the first time he’d attempted it, he had almost lost focus and found himself teetering on the brink of overloading not just himself but the entire house, as well – but it was never a thing that he would have called easy. Tonight, though, it seemed different somehow. The Essence flowed like water, pure and clean and sparkling, and its conscious direction seemed almost unnecessary, at this point… almost like another had joined his solitary Circle and was lending aid that he, otherwise, might have been to stubborn to ask for from anyone else. As odd as it was, though, Alex didn’t question it… not now in the midst of the Summoning and Focusing, anyway.
Following the completion of the thing, though, and after Alex had dismissed the forces he had summoned… always take down what you put up… he noticed that the cat was sitting just inside the doorway of the room, watching him intently. “Miss me, did you,” he grinned, plucking his ring from its spot on the floor and slipping it back on his finger, “or are you hungry again, maybe?” He retrieved Emily’s amulet next, then raised it to his lips and kissed it before pulling it over his head and tucking it under his shirt. Finally, he snatched up the last object placed outside the Circle at the beginning of the ritual – a brushed nickel Zippo lighter with a pentacle engraved on one side – and stuffed it in the pocket of his jeans before getting to his feet and sweeping away the Circle itself.
This done, he turned for the door and, as he passed, reached down and pet the cat on its head. “I think there’s only a couple of cans of tuna left, sweetheart,” he said as he padded across the hall and into his bedroom, “and maybe another bowlful of milk. Probably get you through the next day or so but, if you’re gonna stick around, I suppose I can stop and pick up some stuff for you on my way back home.” Sitting on the edge of the unmade bed, Alex reached for a half empty pack of cigarettes on the nightstand, shook one directly from the pack to his lips, and lit up before tugging open the nightstand drawer and retrieving a pistol from its interior. “Need to remember a litter box and crap, too, I guess,” he muttered, realizing that he didn’t know what the cat might do if it had to relieve itself while he was out. He popped the clip, gave the load a cursory glance, and slapped it back into place before snugging the weapon away in the waistband of his pants. “So,” he chuckled, getting to his feet again and heading for stairs, “any special requests or anything? Might as well ask, right? No sense in blowing a chunk of change on stuff that you won’t use because it offends your sensibilities or somethin’…”
God, Alex! Are you really talking to a cat like it’s gonna talk back? Maybe Kelly’s right… maybe you are going off the deep end…
He dragged deeply on his smoke and clumped down the staircase; “Em wouldn’t think so, would she? She’d like you, though… probably giggling herself silly right now listening to me yak at you, too… don’t know if she’d be happy if you crapped all over her house because I left you here with nowhere else to go.” Alex stopped before he reached the bottom of the steps and turned to regard the pretty grey cat curiously; “Wouldn’t have any interest in coming along for the ride, would you?”
“Meow,” the cat answered.
8:22 p.m. – Clybourne Ave, Lincoln Park, Chicago
“Somethin’ I can do fer you, sir?”
Alex sighed, exhaling a jet of cigarette smoke before lifting his grey eyes from where the doorman/bouncer’s beefy hand to meet the large man’s hooded gaze. “Thought I’d get a drink,” he replied nodding towards the club’s doorway.
The doorman’s eyes flicked quickly over him, appraising Alex’s bedraggled appearance and obvious lack of insight as to the current fashion trends. “I don’t think this is yer kinda place, guy,” he said matter-of-factly, squinting at him in what Alex figured was meant to be an intimidating manner, “The kinda drinkin’ you wanna do can be done at another bar, a’right?”
Alex held the man’s gaze for a moment longer, then ticked a glance toward the door as a pair of giggling young ladies, dressed in glitzy if entirely too reveling outfits, sauntered past them and entered the club. “Got ya,” Alex smirked, taking a drag from his cigarette as his eyes returned to the bouncer, “Don’t want some scraggly old guy creepin’ out the teeny-boppers, right?
“Yeah,” the bouncer nodded as his hand finally withdrew from Alex’s chest, “somethin’ like that.”
Alex nodded and turned to go. “Your music sucks, anyway,” he grinned, strolling northwards towards Fullerton, “have fun babysittin’.” Between his initial circuit around the entirety of the place and the glimpse he got when the hoochy-girls entered, he had seen what he needed to, anyway. The large nightclub was the only building on the triangular shaped block carved out by Clybourn, Fullerton, and Ashland, and Alex was sure, now, that whatever might happen here tonight, he’d be afforded a decent view from where he had parked his car. Lucius’ Azazelite wouldn’t go unnoticed whenever the little bastard decided to show up or leave.
A short walk west on Fullerton brought him to the end of his cigarette and the spot where he had parked the car. “Now for the boring part,” he grumbled as he climbed back into the driver’s seat, “just gotta sit here and wait him out.” He pulled his flask from the inside pocket of his coat and indulged in a tiny slug before reaching over to scratch the cat – who was snoozing on the passenger’s seat – behind the ears. “This is my life, cat,” he chuckled mirthlessly, “welcome to it, I guess.”
8:37 p.m.
He had been watching the traffic around the nightclub for only a short time, making note of any and all patrons and personnel with even the slightest hint of the Gift who might’ve passed through the doors of the place. He hadn’t noticed many at all, really. Two or three who had auras hinting at a small amount of power and another one who shone with essence enough to indicate that she possibly actually practiced the craft to some small degree but, otherwise, the people filing into the lounge were largely mundanes. Shifting in his seat, Alex took his eyes from the place long enough to fish another cigarette out of the pack. “Told ya it was a sleeper,” he muttered to the cat as he struck his lighter… he had been expecting a quick flash and flicker from the thing, of course, but, for some reason, the light that accompanied the ignition of the lighter seemed extraordinarily bright… bright enough that Alex blinked and closed the lighter without even getting the flame near the cigarette. “What the…”
He blinked rapidly a few more times trying to clear the afterglow from his eyes before he realized that the brilliant flash hadn’t come from the lighter but, instead from outside the car. Almost in disbelief, Alex’s eyes fixed on a young Asian-looking woman who had just run in front of his car and across Fullerton towards an apartment building on the other side of the street. He didn’t get a good look at her – she was running like the Devil was chasing her – but whoever she was, Essence shone from her like a lighthouse beacon. His mouth fell open as he watched the girl disappear between the buildings and the unlit cigarette fell from his lips and into his lap. “Holy sh!^!”
((OOC: Okay, stopping there for the moment, ladies… got much more coming on this one, of course, but figured I’d get at least this much tacked up for your viewing pleasure… and allow for any input that Smoke might have so far… More later...))
Posted on 2008-10-10 at 17:35:14.
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