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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: *blushes charmingly*
I missed that....sorry 
Posted on 2011-06-03 at 22:24:32.
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Topic: A Song of Ice and Fire: A Game of Thrones
Subject: Eol????
Alive! Welcome back dude!
Posted on 2011-06-03 at 12:40:48.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Paging the Captain!
I know I've been slow, but I've posted for Willow
Posted on 2011-06-03 at 12:38:46.
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Topic: Weird War II Q n A
Subject: Me
Sorry folks, Greta was meant to be a NPC that I wrote for Alacrity to help flesh her out a bit, but I went from hellishly busy at work to hellishly unemployed. I'm focusing on replacing income with a job that's a little less soul-destroying (and creativity-sucking).
So...Greta is back to a full NPC for the time being.
Posted on 2011-06-01 at 02:58:22.
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Topic: Voyages of Rocinante - Serenity/Firefly RPG
Subject: Work - enough said....
There were times when Willow had to harden herself - to be steel instead of velvet. Doctors had to walk the razor's edge of caring for their patients, and caring too much to be any good. When a patient lay on the table and you were inside them, you couldn't think of their hopes and fears, the colour of their eyes or the sound of their voice; you had to focus on the task at hand, or go mad with worry and second-guessing.
This was one of those times. As Wyatt sent Wolf and Bowman off to retrieve Ash, and readied the ship with Trish, Willow managed a tight nod of farewell to the men, and a fierce hug with Trish before coolly walking out of Rocinante between Wyatt and Sam. Her head was held high, a dancer's posture, and her face was coldly porcelain in its austere beauty.
She couldn't worry about her men, JW, Grandfather and the Tong. She couldn't think that a bullet could take Wyatt from her without a sound, or that Sam's crooked smile and leer could be lost forever. What she could do was marshall her wits and training, and read every moment like a client's proposal.
As they approach the mine, they all spot a man waiting by the lift, smoking a cigarette and pacing. Willow watches his body language closely as the man speaks to Wyatt, gauging his rate of breathing, his tone, and whether or not his hands shook as he lifted them to show his weaponless state.
“You must be Captain Wyatt? Bailey sent me to help you. I’m Matt Cullen and I’m in charge of the lifts here. We’ve had a peck of trouble since you’se left here.”
Willow will continue to watch closely as Wyatt answers him. If Wyatt does not ask, she'll ask for details on the "peck of trouble".
Posted on 2011-05-31 at 02:14:36.
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Topic: Voyages of Rocinante - Serenity/Firefly RPG
Subject: Making plans
Willow listened to her men discuss the plan, and as much as she hated the idea of guns being involved , she had to admit that Brigit's side had been the first to bring violence to the dance. She knew Wyatt wouldn't expect her to cause anyone harm, being against all her professional vows and personal beliefs, but she felt useless in this.
"It sounds as though I mostly need to show up with the key and hope we have time to talk our way out of whatever Brigit has planned," Willow began, her eyes meeting Wyatt's before taking in every else," but I'd better be prepared for wounded, as well. I'll ready my kit and perhaps think of some insurance for the plan, with your permission, Captain-San."
(Assuming Wyatt did so) Willow made her way back to her quarters, deep in thought. While she changed back into the dove grey outfit of a few days ago, she pondered how she could protect the key from Bridgit. There was no point in hiding it - if she didn't produce it, she'd likely get them all killed so the ship could be searched - by her own lie they'd had no time to stop and send the key away. As she reached up to pull her hair up into a severe chignon, her hands brushed the butterfly pin, and jade eyes widened, then narrowed as Willow allowed herself a wicked smile.
She finished dressing, pulling a doctor's lab coat over the ensemble, it's red cross and crescent seeming to glow against the whiteness of the coat. The flat white wasn't flattering, but it was from a time when Willow had fought against the distraction of her beauty. Now, it heightened the severity of her clothes and hair, and as she strode to the medical bay, her lovely face settled into a determined expression.
She checked the contents of her medikit, satisfied that she'd replenished it after its all too recent use, then set the key on an instrument tray. Pulling on latex gloves, the lithe doctor selected a dark blue stoppered bottle from her medicine cabinet. With great care, opened the bottle and began painting the chess piece with the clear liquid from the bottle - the same clear liquid she dabbed onto her butterfly pin's tip every day. With the amount she was applying, however, the soporific effect would be swift, and deep - even when absorbed through the thicker skin of the palm.
"Play nice, Brigit," Willow murmured to herself, pulling grey silk gloves on to conceal the latex gloves she still wore," If you try to take what's not yours, you may find yourself taking a long, deep sleep among enemies."
Posted on 2011-05-01 at 20:30:20.
Edited on 2011-05-01 at 20:35:31 by Vanadia
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: Clarification on last DM post
Who is reading the journal and are they reading aloud? Not sure I can act on anything in that post, given I didn't want to actually look at the book.
FYI = have a trip per week or so for next little while, but won't be the back to back madness that early April was.
Posted on 2011-04-23 at 22:43:51.
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Topic: Weird War II
Subject: Sorry, work ate me
When the gunfire finally stopped, Greta waited several heartbeats before lifting her head to look around. She realized her caution was unnecessary when the big soldier yelled "Clear", so she got to her feet, brushing off dead leaves and dirt mindlessly as she took in the scene.
The Americans had been successful in stopping the guards, and were now looting the bodies. When the big soldier picked up one of the bodies and tossed it over the bridge, Greta bit her lip and looked away, fighting tears. She'd decided to fight Hitler and all he stood for, but to gun down her own people? Farmboys before the war, from the looks of them. She blinked a few times, taking a deep breath, and resolutely turned her back, catching Luke's eye as she did so.
"Mrs Hoffstetter, keep your eye out for approaching enemies. If anybody comes near, we act as guards, and shoot them Before anybody gets the chance to speak."
She nodded abruptly, not trusting her voice just yet, and strode up the road a bit to be better able to concentrate on sounds away from the killing ground.
You are doing this for Andi, and your friends who disappeared without a trace. You are doing this for the country you love, not the madman who runs it. Be strong, Greta, strong and hard.
Posted on 2011-04-16 at 02:46:39.
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Topic: Voyages of Rocinante - Serenity/Firefly RPG
Subject: Sorry, work ate me
Despite her worry, Willow had to smile a little at the Captain's question. It was just like the man to be so focused that he didn't look past his nose. Part of his charm, she supposed.
"JW? Captain-san, I am surprised that you didn't recognize a kindred soul," Willow tilted her head quizzically, not noticing the lock of hair falling alongside her face. "He's a man of principle living in an unprincipled world. He paid us for that job out of his own pocket, and when Alliance came calling after the bank heist, he did all that he could to get us free and clear," she paused a moment, sifting past her own impressions of the man to what she'd seen of the townsfolk. Jade eyes narrowed in though, then widened as she reached a conclusion.
"The people of Regina respect him, from townsfolk to Tong, and he'd walk through fire to do his best by them. You can't fake that, and you can't bend him, either. If you're thinking of running to him about Bridget, we'd need proof, as he's known her longer than he's known us, and that matters to a man like JW. If we can get her to show her true colors though, and he feels that she's done the townsfolk wrong ..." here Willow shrugged.
She couldn't help but feel worried...and helpless. The very air hummed with pent up aggression, and Willow couldn't summon enough love to temper it. She shivered, and hugged her arms close to herself.
Posted on 2011-04-16 at 02:26:16.
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Topic: Weird War II Q n A
Subject: My bad
For some reason, I think Germany, I think snow. Perhaps because my one and only trip to Waldorf was in late November 
Posted on 2011-03-21 at 17:18:24.
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Topic: Weird War II
Subject: Insert ladylike cursing here
Greta was not armed - no one had trusted her enough to give her a weapon, but she didn't fault them for it. She'd have likely refused it, in any case - civilians didn't carry weapons and she didn't want it found if she was searched.
So, she had little recourse when things went south but to take cover as best she could. Someone shouted at her to hit the floor, but that seemed like a bad place - a big black car was an obvious target. Instead, she opened her door and dove out of the car, rolling as far away as she could in the dirt and gravel. Then, she lay still. Let the soldiers think she'd been hit, but let her clearly not be a threat to anyone.
Posted on 2011-03-20 at 21:03:08.
Edited on 2011-03-26 at 15:10:56 by Vanadia
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Tann
I must have been very distracted of late, I had no idea that your mom was in the hospital. By all means, give her all your time, and do say hello to her for me.
Praying for a speedy recovery!
Posted on 2011-03-17 at 12:48:50.
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Topic: YeOlde Return
Subject: Glad to hear you are better
We kept a seat by the fire for you!
Posted on 2011-03-14 at 21:24:47.
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Topic: Poems by me
Subject: Nicely done!
If I would comment on your last question - both fight for love 
Posted on 2011-03-12 at 14:53:25.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off
Subject: A lunchtime post
Dapple shuddered unconsciously every moment she was in the library, like a beast warding off a buzzing fly. From Sunset's relaxed pose and some of the expressions around her, she had little need to be on guard, but the sense that something was trying to manipulate her, give her feelings that weren't her own.
Safe? Welcome? Protected? Illusion and trickery! Only in death will you ever know peace, little monster The acid comment braced Dapple's spine, gave her the clarity of thought and purpose that she needed. She glided around the room, looking for anything that might hint at why they'd been guided here, glancing only peripherally at book titles as she did so. She couldn't recall if she'd ever shown that she could read around the others...it wasn't a common skill among street urchins, and she'd no love for books. Only valuable to a select market, and too hard to figure out the valuable books from the dross.
BAM! FLLLLLLPPPTTT! FLLLLLPPPTT!
Dapple nearly jumped out of her cloak, spinning with knives drawn, to see a book apparently flip through its own pages, and the heavy cover being the loud crash that had startled her. Seeing Char similarly armed and ready made her feel slightly better, but Flynn's flippant and airy admonishment set her teeth on edge.
“No need for the blades, friend Char,” Flynn offered with a maddening wink, “tis only a book… Knowledge and wisdom as opposed to destruction and chaos, hm?
Someone...or something... is trying to tell us something, I think…”
"Have a look then, friend growled Dapple, drawing back and making no move to put her daggers away. "I've no wish to be turned into a frog by some magicked book. Leave tricks to the tricksters, and magic to the magicians."
Posted on 2011-03-09 at 17:53:08.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off
Subject: Paging a knight in shining armour
Dapple listened to the others speaking in hushed tones, her own eyes screwed shut as her insides churned with relief and fear and regret and remembered tragedies. For she'd seen Gart - Amberlynn's man-at-arms, the retired Green who travelled with Amberlynn and her daughter on the gem runs, and kept the jewel shop safe with his grizzled face and battle scarred arms. It was Gart who had found Sapphirine in the alley, Gart who had carried her home, and burned her torn and bloody clothes in the fireplace. It was Gart who, after staring into the fire for a long time, had turned to face Dapple watching warily from the shadows, his grizzled face both wet from tears and resolute with a deep anger. Dapple's training had changed after that, from simple defence and evasion to the killing strikes and devastating kicks that only Greens knew. Unspoken was the understanding of what Dapple would do with the training, and it was the loss of his pride in his former unit that had aged him so fast.
Dapple was relieved to realize that it couldn't be her old trainer she'd seen; the one Green she'd let live. He would have been very old by now, and likely dead, but if it had been him, he'd have only tracked her down for one reason. No matter how ashamed he was by those Greens, he shouldn't have taught his secrets to a monster like you. If it was him, he was coming to right a wrong. Lucky for you it was just a trick.
"If'n we no' 'ave a magi' way t' see, den me 'r Da'Moon can see t' da door 'fore we deci' one way 'er 'nutter. I no' keen o' leavin' dis a' our back be it goo' er ba', an' if'n da god o' dis place 'ave any t' do wit' it still," Char looked to Kilgim. "Couldn'a 'e gran' us a boon t' aid us i' our battle wit' dis' she-demo'?"
Dapple blinked when Adrian responded instead of Kilgim and belatedly she realized how badly distracted she'd been by the apparition. Adrian was most definitely answering an earlier question.
"Bah let us just move forward and kill the evil thing, " Maximus interrupted, " and if it be a trap we will make it a trap not for us, but for it, and any foe it may call to come before us!”
"By all means, man mountain, do go first," Dapple's words may have seemed sarcastic, yet her tone was deadly serious."That blade of yours may save you for a time, and serve as the distraction we need to flank this thing we face. I, for one, agree with Char, though, we should at least verify what lies behind the door of our visions."
She checked her daggers in their sheathes, and drew her hood forward to shade her face, but in the gloom, she waited Arien's word.
Posted on 2011-02-27 at 03:29:32.
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Topic: Voyages of Rocinante - Serenity/Firefly RPG
Subject: Playing a player? That will never do!
A brief flicker of annoyance passes over Brigitte's face, and Willow worries a moment that she’s overplayed her hand.
"Well give Wolfie my sympathies then darling but he must have done something stupid to release the gel. I wrapped that myself." Brigitte finally responds, brushing her hair back, "Well once you get yourselves moving again, you and the men can meet me at the mines here on Frisco. Guess where I found the Lucius Newberry? But we need the key to open the doorway and we need the code. I assume you got both from Benny?"
“I have everything Benny could give me, including maybe just a little bit of his heart, honey, don’t worry about that,” Willow responded smoothly. Even those who knew her would be hard pressed to tell that she had no clue about any code.
"Well don't bother with the Ice. I wasn't gonna pay for it and if you got the key and code, then there is no need for the blockade anymore. Just get back as soon as you can."
Willow frowned prettily, a little moue pursing her lips as she made a show of thinking it over, “We’ll do the best we can…though something you did sure did a number on the engine. Even before he got hurt Wolf was using language not fit for a lady such as myself. I heard him say we’ll be limping at half speed until he can replace a whole bunch of I-don’t- know-whatall. Of course, the way this old gal breaks down, it may have had nothing to do with your present. Anyway…the mines it is. I’ll send you a wave when we’re getting close, wouldn’t want you waiting longer’n you have to.”
"And Willow dear?” Brigitte finished,” If what I hear was on the LN is half of the truth, it will be more than enough to share so let's not be greedy about this. I don't mind sharing as I am sure Sam will tell you. See you soon Sugar."
“You bet, honey. I can share,” Willow let her lashes droop lazily over a smouldering look,” And I am very open-minded. Looking forward to getting to know you….better.”
Willow thumbed the wave closed and pushed back from the console, giving the Captain and Sam an unreadable look. “Now why do I feel the need to shower?! Meh! You know, her mentioning the blockade has me thinking….maybe she was behind sending the Ludlows to Lullabelle, and she’s got her hooks in Daddy Ludlow, too. Something to consider. ”
“I said we weren’t moving fast in order to buy us time. I’m thinking that if Miss Brigitte doesn’t want us to go to Lullabelle, then I have a sudden need to see that dustball again. Sam and Kora may know something more about this, and I’m sure they’d be happy to join us. Extra people on our side should be useful if we decided to do something underhanded and sneaky. Problem is,” Willow’s face cleared to her more customary half smile, “I can only plan an illusion on so grand of a scale. I think I’ll need to defer to the greater sneakiness of those onboard the Rocinante.”
Posted on 2011-02-25 at 04:09:20.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Ummm - jumping ahead?
Is there a reason we are rushing back to Bridget just because she says to? I thought only Sam was dancing to her tune (sorry, Eol, couldn't resist).
I haven't even finished the convo with Bridget yet, but i realize I have been travelling aand so have been too quiet.
Questions for DM:
Did I get a code from Benny (or Grandfather) for the key? Is that something Bowman could find within the data in the key itself?
If Bridget says the blockade is no longer needed because the key's been found...how the heck would the Alliance know? Is she playing everyone on this?
How long to Lullabelle? If Bridget tells us not to go, I'm pretty sure it would be a good idea to go...Sam and Kora may have more info, and they would likely be more than happy to join us on a little revenge. Having more peeps on our team than Bridget expects would be an advantage
Posted on 2011-02-18 at 18:31:16.
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Topic: Weird War II Q n A
Subject: Thoughts
Folks, I am playing a quasi-NPC, and I am also the only "civilian" in the car, so I do not feel comfortable taking the lead here.
My thoughts are that as a German citizen, I have my identification papers and will have them at the ready if needed. What the soldiers are demanding, however, are the orders clearing the Major to enter a restricted area. We would have probably found those in the briefcase if anyone has searched it
Posted on 2011-02-13 at 14:17:16.
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Topic: Voyages of Rocinante - Serenity/Firefly RPG
Subject: The lady is a vamp
Willow hurried to the bridge at the Captain's summons, worry and concern wafting from her as easily as her fragrance of jasmine and spice. Once everyone arrived, Wyatt very carefully revealed the lipstick to the lot of them.
"This is trouble with a capital T," he said, scanning the crew with a level eye. "The evidence points to Bridgette in my mind, and that puts Asher at risk. Sam's still checkin' but I believe that a message was sent out by way of a warnin' lettin' our little school marm know her explosives had been disarmed.
"If my suspicions are correct, then we need to be prepared for more shenanigans comin' from all angles. Everyone goes armed from this point on. Let's get Rocinante on the move again. I don't take kindly to being set to explodin' and want to get back to Frisco as quick as possible so as I can address this situation proper.
"I aim to make trouble now."
“We’ll get on finishing those repairs,” Bowman simply said as he glanced at Wolf as he turned to leave, “have things in order shortly Captain.”
You boys just holler when this girl’s up to runnin’, Wolfy,” Sam called after Fenris and Bowman, “and we’ll see if’n we can’t set us a gorram speed record gettin’ back to Frisco…”
Willow had looked at the lipstick stain and didn't bother to fight the anger rising inside. She'd hated her mother's habit of lashing out at whatever was in her way, the histrionics and then the tears and (seemingly) heartfelt pleas for forgiveness, but had to admit the same blood ran her own veins, and that blood was now set to a low simmer.
She hadn't missed Sam's hangdog look hidden behind his usual manic twitchiness - the same look her first lover had when slinking off home to his wife - Sam had been fooling with someone he shouldn't have gone near - a certain red-headed schoolmarm. The question was, what to do about it?
Once the others left to do their bits to get the ship back in order, Wyatt pulled Willow aside. "You got a wave, Willow. Marked urgent. 'Spect you should likely look to it."
Willow seated herself in front of the unit and tapped it to life. The object of her thoughts appeared, the school's chalkboard behind her.
"Well, Miss Willow. I have to say that you completely fooled me. I thought you were just the decoration but you have messed up my plans real good. Oh hello Captain Wyatt! I take it Wolf found my little present for you? Hope you aren't too sore. I did give you plenty of chances to find it - never meant any real harm. Okay Willow - you have the key, I found the door - what do you want to do about it?"
Willow held up a forestalling hand to the Captain and murmured to the pixellated face before her, "One minute, please, Miss Brigitte? "She paused the wave so that Brigitte would see and hear nothing, but know that they were still connected.
"Captain, Sam, I don't often hold to my mother's beliefs, but as she would tell you, sometimes you just have to restore karmic balance. We've been played enough by this little so and so, and I'm of a mind to give karma a bit of a push. Trust me?"
(OOC: Assuming so). Willow waved to the Captain and Sam to move away out of the wave console's lens, and cautioned them to silence. She then turned back to the console and thumbed it live again, her original pose of meek submissive morphed into knowing seductress.
"Now, now, Miss Brigitte, don't be ruining my play with the Captain here and I won't be telling JW about any extracurricular activities, hmm? Your big problem here was sending a boy to do a woman's job. What on earth possessed you to send Jimmy? He was babbling all he knew after a single kiss...not that he knew much. So...I have what you want, and you have what we both want. How about we team up? I'll need to know where to direct the Captain, though...best we not let him near you any time soon. That scrapper's gel was defective, and ate through Wolf's protective gear while he was removing your present. He'll have the use of his hand again, eventually, but the Captain takes attacks on his people seriously."
She shrugged idly and rolled her eyes, vaguely amused at what mattered to some people. She then smiled wickedly and leaned into the console, filling the lens with her lovely face. "So Brigitte, tell me where to send this crew, and we can both be rich!"
Posted on 2011-02-06 at 17:35:14.
Edited on 2011-02-06 at 17:35:55 by Vanadia
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off
Subject: I'd have cleaned the place if I knew you were going to visit my mind
As the little dragonet landed on Dapple's arm and clawed her way to settle on a shoulder, Dapple could feel the little creature shuffling through memories as a way to convey a more complex thought than the desire for spicy for spicy sausages. It wasn't comfortable, and there were memories best left untouched, but Dapple knew better than to try to fight the determined little beast. Small she may be, but her weapons were formidable.
Dapple sat at Fast Toes' side as he held court in the tavern he currently favored. One after another, rogues and thieves and cutpurses would come by to pay their respects, casting looks of pure venom at the mop-headed "boy" beside the Thieves Guildmaster. Dapple would have preferred to be elsewhere, but any time she started to slink away, the hobbit would lay a firm hand on her arm.
"Stop it, my boy," Fast Toes hissed out of the side of his mouth as he grinned and nodded magnanimously at a passing thug. "It does'em all good to see I've noticed your efforts, and that I approve. They'll be less likely to act against you openly, though I can't help what happens when you're on your own. Mind you," he paused to take a swig of ale," there are some that won't care what I think, not being the thinking sort themselves. Have a gander at that big lug over there, the one devouring a chicken."
Dapple turned her head enough to see the man Fast Toes indicated, a big man with arms the size of tree trunks, but a slackness around his mouth and eyes. She'd seen him around before, knowing Fast Toes used him for jobs that needed more strength than subtlety, but something had always made her steer clear of him. She looked back to her guildmaster, letting the question show in her eyes.
"That's Blart. His name's probably Bart, or Bartholomew, but ever since getting kicked inna head by a carthorse, he don't say much more than Blart. He was only seven or so when it happened, and you have to treat him like a boy that age...give him one simple task at a time, and don't give him too much to think on...he's just a kid inside, still.
"Make no mistake, lad," Fast Toes left off his posing to give Dapple a serious look, 'he's one of them boys as likes to pull the wings of flies, and kick kittens and kids. He's hurt you just to see the color of your insides, then run off to find himself a new toy. Watch yourself. I seen you take down a Green, and never seen anyone move so fast, but you mind yourself around Blart. That kind of evil is its own power."
Dapple blinked and rubbed her head, considering what Sunset may have been trying to tell her. If a dangerous bully was all they faced, she'd would have likely been reminded of Tonno, so it had to be more than that.
As Arien indicated that they would head north, the little thief nodded, but held up a hand. "This..thing - it's powerful, but there's something childish about it. The taunting, the toying with us, even the dead used like puppets...this thing's intelligent, but not very sophisticated. We need a strategy, because it's got us on the brute strength front."
Dapple thought a little more, then looked to Adrian and Flynn. "This thing uses spiders as guards, and the threads..they're rather spider-like. What's a spider afraid of other than birds? Can either of you bring up the illusion of a big, hungry bird? At the right time, it just may be the distraction we need to get past those threads. "
Posted on 2011-02-05 at 20:22:50.
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Topic: Happy Birthday, Merideth!!
Subject: Happy Birthday!
Hope it's a great one snuggled with Connor!
Posted on 2011-02-03 at 15:15:02.
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Topic: Weird War II
Subject: Dr. Hofstetter
"My business is aligned with yours, but you've been misinformed, Captain," Greta replied, after removing the compress from her face and thanking Doc for his kindness. "The castle has long had a reputation for ... strange occurrences. It was built on the convergence of 4 ley lines in the 1600's and has had a poisonous influence on its inhabitants. The Nazis (and here her full lip curled) have claimed the castle and are looking into ways to exploit its arcane powers."
(OOC: Presuming some looks of disbelief) "It stretches the imagination, yes, but I am a doctor of anthropology, specializing in comparative religions, and one man's faith is another man's occult. I've wanted to study Castle Rautenberg, and here, I was given an opportunity..."
Greta was about to continue when the windows of the cabin lit up with an unearthly blue glow, preceded by a whoosh that was more felt than heard.
The big soldier who had threatened her earlier re-entered the cabin, carrying a briefcase, and handing it to the Captain.
“You all seen that! Never seen a light that color before…. Seemed to come from the direction of the Castle. What you make of it Captain?”
Soon enough, however, his attention was back on Greta. “Maybe she knows what is going on up there? She spill her guts yet?”
Greta's full lips tightened, then relaxed. She wasn't about to let the big man get to her. She tossed her hair and pulled out a lipstick and compact from her purse. Fixing her lipstick, she cast a cold eye Brutal's way before resuming.
"As I was telling you, the Nazis are looking for weapons that you cannot counter with ordinary means. It looks as if they are making more progress than I would have credited them. They must have brought some goose-schteppers that can still read. "
“Alright men! " the Captain interrupted with a look of apology to Greta. "Everybody get into the house, and we’ll talk business. Somebody just turned up the volume. I don’t know what is happening out there, but we better move fast. Ok, looks like we’ve got enough clothes to make everybody look German enough. We take the car and get a little closer to the castle. If we’re stopped, or questioned, we are German soldiers escorting Miss Hoffstetter and her entourage to Rautenberg. Let’s go people. Hurry up!”
He turned back to Miss Hoffstetter and grinned.
“I really hope you are on our side, lady. For your own sake as much as ours. You can explain yourself further on the way.”
Greta nodded as she put her coat back on and tied her scarf around her hair. "The Castle doesn't know I was coming, we'll need the dead man to get us in. We should approach at high speed, desperate to get help for the major after we were attacked. As good soldiers, you didn't stop just because he died. And yes, I am on your side...I have no love for the Nazis and have been helping British intelligence whenever I could. "
OOC: Will stop and leave room for interactions and next steps.
Posted on 2011-01-15 at 20:40:46.
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Topic: baby name
Subject: If it's a girl...
You can name her Vanadia...it's ok, no copyright issues at all
Posted on 2011-01-07 at 03:47:31.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off
Subject: Sorry for the absence
Dapple trembled with the combined after-effects of battle and healing, but did her best to quell the tiny motions. She used the moments of Adrian's recovery to calm her breathing, still her limbs and push Sapphrine's ghost back down into the ice. She didn't need the sobbing to distract her, nor would she let herself get caught again.
Checking that her weapons were clean of spider ichors, she seated them properly in their sheaths and waited with a semblance of calm for Arien to speak. While she waited her eyes sought out Sunset, stretching out one arm as a landing spot for the dragonet's ackward flight.
"Where do you think we should go, little one?" she asked quietly.
Posted on 2011-01-02 at 02:36:28.
Edited on 2011-01-02 at 02:40:55 by Vanadia
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The Morphing Game
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