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by Skuld on Sun Dec 30, 2007 4:56 pm
((OOC: For those players previously approved, here are your starting posts. I have separated it into five sections and each one involves the introduction that you sent me. If you cannot tell which one belongs to your character please PM me and Iâll tell you.
I do not use your characterâs name in these posts, as my NPCs and your PCs have no officially met, and each introduction has an NPC that will basically be âassignedâ to your character. It makes it easier for me to interact with you.
DO NOT RESPOND TO AN OPENING IF YOU ARE NOT SURE ITâS YOURS. Thanks, and I look forward to your responses.))
The messenger moved swiftly through the crowded late afternoon streets of the city. She could feel the presence of others, others like her. Their auras reached out to her, brushing gently against the shields and protections that she'd cast and carried on her person at all times. In a city of this size, with the crime and hate the people allowed themselves to experience she could not be too careful. Not at all. Her gloved hands were a good indicator of what she was, but for most it was the scarf around her neck, and long sleeved shirt in the middle of summer, that really gave the final clue.
I am coming for you, a voice whispered inside her head, ...clairvoyant...
Stepping into an alley as she passed it she began shaking her head violently, trying desperately to get the voice out of her head, and back to where it came from- wherever that was. This had been happening more and more in the recent weeks. Laine was sure it had something to with her master's ultimate goal, but it was not for her to pry into. She took the messages and passed them on, just as he asked, and if she was lucky she did it right the first time and was not punished.
It only took her a few more minutes to find her mark. She had watched him lift a wallet off a rather unsuspecting werewolf, and was not looking to find the rewards of his endeavour. As swiftly as she had before, she began walking once more and reached an un-gloved hand out, touching his skin, and sharing the instructions of her master. It was one of her gifts that he prized most, her ability both to receive and give visions with startling accuracy.
The images she was passing on made it through her own mind as well and she saw the man she had just found passing through the office doors of the master's building, the address displayed perfectly in the vision's view. There were other hints and clues, but the obvious message was, âBe here now, or better yet, ten minutes ago.â
When she finally released the man, he was in a daze. For those people that were not used to this sort of thing the first few times took a bit of getting used to. She put her glove back on and leaned in to whisper in his ear, careful not to touch her cheek to his, and said, âMake sure you go there...or you won't live to see tomorrow.â
She was gone as quickly as she had come, pleased with herself, and hoping, though she knew better, that instead of punishment she would receive reward.
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The security system was a relatively easy one to tamper with and ultimately disable, and the man at work looked like he knew what he was doing. It was surprising to him how few people realize how little comfort something like an alarm system should be. But it didn't matter, as long as he followed his master's bidding, he knew that he was in the clear.
He had been relieved to find out what an easy task had been assigned to him this time around. It made for a short night and an early bed time. He didn't sleep well, and every bit of rest he could get were precious moments in the life of an insomniac. Well, not insomniac, really, but close enough that rest was still extremely important, and of late, even more important.
The lock shifted, and Valin was inside the building. He was not worried about more alarms, and as he flexed his metaphysical power out into the room before him he knew he had no reason to fear. The directions his master had given him were completely and totally flawless- as they always were. Heading for the stairs, he changed his mind at the last moment. Not that an exceptionally high number of flights was a deterrent physically, but time-wise, he was sure that the elevator was going to do him a lot more good.
A ding indicated the metal box had found its way to the first floor and up, up, up he went. Rising quickly, he found his way to his destination in no time at all. A map of the building was imprinted in his mind- he had been made to memorize it before leaving his master's presence. And after memorizing it he had been thoroughly tested. He would not forget the layout. Without a minute of exiting the elevator he had arrived at a closed door, and withdrawing a sealed envelope he slipped it under the door.
His powerful muscles gave him the strength and speed he needed to vacate the premise, must faster than he had entered. Valin knew that a dumb founded look would be all that could be seen on the faces of those who came to search for him. One of the few advantages of being what he was. A smile etched itself on his lips as he spirited farther and farther away.
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The murder had been an accident, but not one that was all bad. His master had asked him to take care of the deal, and though he may not have meant âkillâ he was sure there would be no punishment involved. Or so he hoped. That master tended to be fickle when it came to praise and punishment, and some days were on while others were off.
He knew that he would have to catch the girl after she parted ways with her man. Or partner. Or whatever they were. Gavin didnât really care. The fact was he had to get her while she was alone. That was one thing his master had made perfectly clear. No one else was supposed to know about this. No one at all.
It took them a while to split, he had followed them most of the night, but when they finally did, he was on top of her. He knew that she could tell someone was following her. It was part of their blood, the same blood that ran hot in both their veins. She would be able to tell what he was just as he was as easily able to say the same about her.
He also knew what it meant for both of them. Fortunately he had no local ties to their group either.
âBefore you say anything,â he said hurriedly, âallâs I have is a message. Itâs from someone that you want to listen to or gets your damn throat cuts, thatâs allâs Iâm trying to tell ya.â
He thought about mentioning that it wasnât about their local allegiance, but he was under the distinct impression that she would be able to tell that he had as little to do with then as she did. It was the smell, mostly, he thought to himself, we donât reek.
He handed her a tape player with a small tape in it, and then took off running. All the instructions she needed to find the master were on the tape. All he had to do was give it to her. The master would be pleased that he had accomplished his goal and the murder would be forgotten about. He was sure of it. Or sure enough that he didnât seem to care.
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The sky was clouded over and the umbrella was not helping much as the trek from the road to the house continued. She was upset with herself for having volunteered, but then, quickly remembered that âvolunteeredâ would not be the correct word for what had actually happened. âCoercedâ maybe, âforcedâ would be another good way to put it, but either was she was not here of her own free will.
Teacherâs words kept running through her mind as she squished through the mud that had been created just for her. Only Lady Luck would have it that she would be traipsing through the country side, plane ticket in hand, trying to find a man that most the world didnât believe existed. But what one is forced to do so must be done.
Raina finally saw the house in the distance, and as she did an alarm started ringing in her head. It was time to watch out for the things the Teach had told her. She was afraid of getting too far ahead of herself, and being too confident- as she was constantly reminded was one of her faults.
Fortunately, though, it didnât take her long to find who and what she was looking for. It was obvious what the place before her was. The testing ground was radiating metaphysical energy. Someone was trying to conjure some pretty bad voodoo up in these parts, and it was not something she looked forward to being near. As a matter of fact ...
âJames,â she yelled across the empty lot, âgive him up. There is no need to fight this battle. The Teacher has already won.â
The building seemed to breathe a sigh of relief as a large box was rolled down the front steps. There were bars near the top, and there was obviously something large and scary it was hiding. Everything The Teacher was looking for and nothing Raina wanted near her.
âYou will pay for both of us to be sent back to the village, and from there the airport,â she told the scientist. âFor this, The Teacher will let you live. But remember, your work is his gain, and all that you are you owe to him.â
The manâs head fell, his eyes taking hold of the ground. âYes, my lady,â he responded, a sense of resign carried about him. The Teacher had been right. He only had to send her and his will was done. What a long bout of servitude this would be.
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He shifted flawlessly into the shape of the dead man before him. The dagger sticking out of the corpseâs back was little to take notice of, especially when he had so many important things to get to. He made sure to clean up the body, lifting it awkwardly into the tub, which had been filled with acid. It took seconds for the solution to start eating through the flesh and bone of the body, and within fifteen minutes it was completely gone. And with a wave of a hand the drain switch faced down and the tub began to empty.
Nicholas knew to leave it like that. Even if the police came here to check the house within the next few hours the liquid would evaporate long before then and no trace would be available. And since the man they were looking for still seemed to be alive, what more could anyone ask for?
He exited the mayorâs bathroom and headed for the stairs, going straight for his garage. His driver already had the car started and knew where they were headed. Nicholas had made sure to be ready early. He needed to beat his companion there by as much time as was possible. The importance of this mission was more than he even wanted to think about.
Having arrived at the restaurant and knowing that his dining partner had not yet arrived, Nicholas was seated, after many had stopped him, asking about the next elections campaign, questions that he skilfully dodged. He withdrew a letter from his pocket. Silver inked calligraphy graced the envelope and made the invitation look exactly that- inviting.
He set the letter down on the other place settingâs plate and stood, walking away. Within the casing was a letter addressed to a man The Teacher wanted to see. It listed the time, date, location and expected dress wear for the meeting and was signed, just as all of his students called him, The Teacher. Nicholas knew, even without having met the man the letter addressed, that the invitation would be accepted.
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