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| Boreanaz Angelicus | Mar 2 2011, 09:45 AM Post #16 |
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2/18/2011 Meg, Jannike, Luke, Majordomo and Curly made their way into the heart of the castle. Dozens of people gathered in small groups, the manner of dress varied from across the ages. They made their way to the dining hall. Their arrival seemed to have been timed with the entry to the hall of several other large groups from other entrances. They found themselves in a throng. Jannike and Luke seemed to be momentarily separated. Then their host was before them. "Ah, you." He looked at Luke. "I have been hoping for your arrival. May I give you a guided tour while my servants get this mob seated." He gestured away from where Meg, Curly and Majordomo were. The man leaned in, "Indulge me young man, and I'll take you to your friends." It wasn't clear if he meant those he'd come with, or come to get. Then he looked at Jannike, "And bring your Lady, she's positively a doll isn't she?" He extened a hand between a couple of other guests and pushed them aside with a scowl, "I am Boreanaz my dear, and you are?" |
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| Pepper Anderson | Mar 2 2011, 09:47 AM Post #17 |
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2/21/2011 Bartlolomeo and Pepper found themselves deep down in the caverns, where they had both been previously imprisoned. Barto's plan was to find Clare, then go deeper. "I sencsh the powuh that is bond-ing us is below..." Pepper was silent for a moment, trying to look like she was concentrating on their surroundings rather than just trying to work out what Barto had said. Once she had the gibberish figured, she nodded. "Yeah, ok, I'm all for finding where the voodoo is coming from, but what then? How can we counteract it when you can't talk properly and I... well, I'd only have been able to dry roast it anyway, and right now I can't even do that much." She sighed, looking around as they walked. "Don't suppose you could right down what to say and I could say it? Or better yet, if we find Clare, she could probably translate for you. Couples always seem to be able to sync with each other, right?" She hoped they could find Clare soon; the place was giving her the creeps. She hadn't enjoyed her stint in the dungeons. |
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| Bartolomeo Columbo | Mar 2 2011, 09:51 AM Post #18 |
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2/21/2011 When Pepper said write something... Barto raised the imprisoning mittens and then managed a grimace.. or a glare of some sort that suggested he might not appreciate Pepper's point of view. Or humor. Or maybe he did, his facial expressions weren't too clear. "Clare . has . a .. tal-iss-man... mageek. ... " He shook his head up and down, raised his eyebrows, smiled; as if to say.. that's the plan. The were in the prison area. which now seemed empty. Barto stopped and went back, there was one door, bolted from their side. With the letters Bggrt and do not enter on it. He pulled the bolt and opened the door. Pepper was the first to see what was inside. |
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| Pepper Anderson | Mar 2 2011, 09:53 AM Post #19 |
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2/22/2011 Pepper grimaced as Barto held up his hands. "Oh... yeah." She said, feeling like a complete dip. She'd forgotten the hands. It was all just so weird. She scratched at the bonds around her own torso, having even forgotten about them as they'd been roaming the castle. "Barto, I don't think Clare's in there." Pepper said as they reached the Bggrt door, but Barto was already pulling it open. Setting her feet and reminding herself not to try and use fire, Pepper prepared to meet whatever was on the other side. But she really wasn't ready for what was there. At first it just looked like nothing, like someone had been trying to keep some weird black mist trapped in a room. It drifted toward the open door and Pepper and its shape started to change. A woman Pepper vaguely recognised coalesced out of the mist and looked at her. "Why?" The woman asked, her voice raspy, paper dry. Then her skin melted and her hair charred to black as flames wrapped around her body and rose up to meet the ceiling. The heat was instantly at inferno level and the woman began to scream, but still she kept walking toward Pepper. A heart beat later and the woman was burned to a blackened mess, but still she came forward. Then she changed. There was a different woman wrapped up in the flames, screaming, reaching for Pepper, asking her why. Then a man, then people Barto recognised as well. One by one, the crew of the Nancy Nox that Pepper had served with went up in flames, screaming and crying and over and over again asking Pepper why. Before she knew it, Pepper was curled in a ball at the base of the wall behind her. She wrapped her arms around her head and buried her face in her knees, sobbing, crying, screaming. It was what she'd always feared; what she'd always known. The first woman had been her mother, then her adopted mother, her adopted father, the crew of the Nox... she'd killed them all. Her fire had gotten away from her, taken on a life of its own and killed them all... Her worst fear. Some part of her argued that it wasn't real, that Barto was standing right beside her whole and hearty, not burning to a crisp before her eyes. Whatever this magic was, it wasn't real. But this had been her nightmare for as long as she could remember. An orphan's secret fear that she was an orphan by her own hand. A child rejected by her foster parents because of a fire; a fire she must have started because anything else was just too much of a coincidence. And hadn't she felt that she was becoming something... else... on the Nox? Something bad? Something that wouldn't care if everyone around her fried? She curled up tighter and wished the fire would just take her too... |
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| Bartolomeo Columbo | Mar 2 2011, 09:55 AM Post #20 |
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2/23/2011 Bartolomeo made "La la la laaaaa la" sounds, which sounded more like "Mm Mm Mm MMmmmm Mm." His eyes were closed and he seemed to be shaking his head to distract him from the illusion generated from the Boggart.. using the fears of Pepper. Barto go a hold of her elbow and somehow shuffled backwards and slammed the door shut. He sighed, which again sounded like.. "mmh." and a sigh through his nose. "Ah right." another sigh, Barto looked at her with some apprehension, an understanding of her perhaps, having seen her greatest fears. "You . choose . the . nexx . door" He smiled, half shrugged and got to his feet. Barto offered a hand. |
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| Boreanaz Angelicus | Mar 2 2011, 09:57 AM Post #21 |
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2/23/2011 "Please my dark born brother," Angelicus motioned to Luke, and by default, Jannike, "Please, the head table for you. It isn't often we half bloods of the far deep realms may break bread together." Just then a huge dog crashed into Angelicus. "grruuwhaauh?" is seemed to growl. Just behind the brown Great Dane was a beatnik looking scraggly man, "oh Scoob, watch where you're going... " One of the more muscle-bound waiters then grabbed the beatnik by the back of his neck. "So sorry." said the behemoth. He held the beatnick, gave him a shake, a dozen sub sandwiches, a couple of steaks and a dozen other food items fell from the man's vest. How they all fit under there would be a bit of a question for a qualified illusionist perhaps. "Kitchen thief." said the behemoth. "Disposal?" he asked Angelicus, his eight foot frame looking down at them all. "Oh no." said the Beatnik. "Roh roh." whined the great dane and charged into the butler. They in turn crashed into two waiters and waitresses with drink trays and crackers and cheese and rumaki. The Behemoth - Lurch:
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| Jannike Kurosawa | Mar 2 2011, 10:00 AM Post #22 |
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2/23/2011 Jannike's typical air of vague distraction suited a crowded and eclectic party exceptionally well; insomuch as it was possible to blend into an environment such as this one, Jannike melted easily into the crowd. She never strayed more than a meter from Luke, without seeming to devote the slightest effort into pushing through the crowd or even paying much attention to it. Listening is far less obvious that looking. She gathered in sound like a powered antenna, sifting through it with mechanical precision as she neatly cataloged each target she passed - and until told otherwise, everything in the room was a target. She compared different accents and languages against a million remembered snippets of news broadcasts, documentaries, and bad comedy sketches; sampled heartrates and breathing patterns, pinpointing those she recognized as inhuman - or, in the absence of pulse, undead or holographic human; gauged balance, power, martial training by the tread of feet upon flagstones as different people shifted their weight and moved past one another in the milling crowd; filed away portions of conversations for later reference. Then he looked at Jannike, "And bring your Lady, she's positively a doll isn't she?" He extened a hand between a couple of other guests and pushed them aside with a scowl, "I am Boreanaz my dear, and you are?" Training kicked in at once, and Jannike focused her eyes on her host. She reached out to permit him to clasp her fingers lightly, and smiled. "Jannike," was all she said. She used the flat, Anglicized pronunciation. Multiple sources, both from Nox's archives and assorted fantasy and horror films spanning centuries of pop culture, agreed that true names had power. In a setting as supernaturally strange as this one, she had no intention of granting another an advantage over her by enunciating her entire name correctly... even if that particular gem of wisdom proved to be superstitious paranoia rather than supernatural fact. She followed their host amiably enough towards the head table, but paused to observe the gangly fellow and his dog as they made their dramatic entrance. Just then a huge dog crashed into Angelicus. "grruuwhaauh?" is seemed to growl. Just behind the brown Great Dane was a beatnik looking scraggly man, "oh Scoob, watch where you're going... " One of the more muscle-bound waiters then grabbed the beatnik by the back of his neck. "So sorry." said the behemoth. He held the beatnick, gave him a shake, a dozen sub sandwiches, a couple of steaks and a dozen other food items fell from the man's vest. How they all fit under there would be a bit of a question for a qualified illusionist perhaps. "Kitchen thief." said the behemoth. "Disposal?" he asked Angelicus, his eight foot frame looking down at them all. "Oh no." said the Beatnik. "Roh roh." whined the great dane and charged into the butler. They in turn crashed into two waiters and waitresses with drink trays and crackers and cheese and rumaki. Jannike watched the entire encounter with idle curiousity, neatly sidestepping the colliding wait staff without batting an eye. She stared up - and up - at the behemoth. She said the only thing that really could be said, under the circumstances. "Jinkies." |
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| Lucian Donovan Richards | Mar 2 2011, 10:01 AM Post #23 |
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3/1/2011 Luke felt uncomfortable the way Boreanaz seemed to know him, and had picked him out of the crowd. Luke gave their host a wary look, making it quite clear that he was not interested. When Boreanaz then mentioned taking him to their friends, a shiver prickled down Luke's back. Was that a threat? Or was he trying to help? And what did he mean by dark-born brother? Luke tensed at that, not liking the reminder of his darkness or the fact that this host seemed to know an awful lot about him. As the beatnik and his dog interrupted, Luke couldn't help but chuckle. But he used the distraction to whisper to Jannike. "What do you think - do we go with him?" The two of them could handle themselves, surely, if Borenaz tried anything. Luke raised his eyebrows, gave a little nod to Jannike. He was up for it if she was, but he would follow her lead. |
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| Jannike Kurosawa | Mar 2 2011, 11:38 PM Post #24 |
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For a moment, she thought he meant the dog. The novelty of being asked for an opinion still took her slightly aback, but she recovered quickly, and returned Luke's tiny nod. Sooner or later, they were going to find out what this Boreanaz character really wanted from them... it might as well be sooner. |
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| Lucian Donovan Richards | Mar 3 2011, 10:56 AM Post #25 |
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Luke wasn't one to take charge as a leader, but neither, it seemed to him now, was Jannike. He had been willing to defer to her because he had recognised her talents, but if she wanted him to do the talking he figured he could handle that. He sidestepped to avoid the crashing trays and looked back to their host. "Interesting guest list," he commented. "Maybe that tour wouldn't be such a bad idea." Luke looked around, trying to do so casually as if he was just checking out the other guests, but he was hoping to see Curly or Meg, just to give them a heads up as to where he and Jannike were heading. "So this is your place, then?" he asked, sounding suitably impressed. Luke wasn't really sure what his strategy was at the moment, but he was trying to make nice with this guy. "I bet it drives chicks wild." |
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