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Graeme Snale

"I ain't a biscuit nor a bug, damnit."

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by SeymourSays

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"Aw, nah, baby! Do I look like a suit 'n tie, office jobby type'a motherfucker? Hell naw. Life's meant to be lived, and I'm gonna do jus' that, feel me? Ya got, like, ten bucks I can borrow?"

So begins...

Graeme Snale's Story

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“You can’t be serious!”

The incredulity in the tone was loud, even against the backdrop of the busy street. The man to whom the voice belonged stopped in the middle of the sidewalk, as if ceasing his movement would impart to his conversational partner the emotion behind his words, a black flip phone pressed tightly to his ear.

“I’m only two days late. Two days!”

He paused, listening, and then rolled his eyes with a reluctant nod. “Yes, yes, but that was last month!” Again, he stopped to listen, his head shaking from side to side to negate the unheard words. “That’s bullshit! You know that’s bullshit. C’mon, man! It ain’t like you got a huge line of people fightin’ to get into the damn place. The building is fallin’ apart an’ you know it! I saw a rat the other day, you know that? A rat! On my counters, eatin’ my squeezy cheese straight outta th’ can…” He lifted a frustrated hand to his hair as he was interrupted. Listening only for a moment, he interrupted the speaker. “I was not stoned. It happened!”

The man continued walking down the street, tucking his arm tighter around a large old school boom box as he passed a group of teenagers. “Yeah, yeah, I get it. Three days or I’m ‘victed. I get it.” Turning his head, he checked the numbers of the buildings as he passed. There. That one. Climbing a few steps, he stood on the stoop, waiting a few seconds before interrupting the speaker one final time. “I get it. Three days. Whatever. I gotta go.” Without waiting for a response, the man closed the flip phone and shoved it into the front pocket of his brown leather jacket. Running a hand through his hair once more, he knocked three times.

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Character Portrait: Xanthodont JR. Horde Character Portrait: Hermione Jean Granger Character Portrait: Graeme Snale

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The purple skinned creature spun round in surprise and confusion at the sudden arrival, looking in puzzlement at Hermione hugging the newcomer, before peering at the photo on the wall and then back to the united couple, and repeating the process a few times before having a eureka moment.
"Ah! I was of the correct in the surprise of the arrival of the soon of the chronological of the appearance of the husband and the father know as Dracula!", he babbled in realization, giving a big grin and extending a tentacle in greeting, adding;
"Dracula I am of the presuming of the person that is you! I am Xanthodont JR.!"
Before he could babble some more, there was a sudden knock on the door, to which Xanth JR. spun round with a start, exclaiming; "Who is of the rapa-rap-tapping at of the door? were you of the expecting of the visitor variety?"

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We were actually Dracula: Hermione can you get that. (Hermione opens the door and Graeme Snale walks in)

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As the door was opened, Graeme stepped in, taking a look at the people in the room. “Sorry I’m la—“ He trailed off as his eyes landed on everyone. First, and probably the easiest for him to understand, was the woman. He took in the blue dress, the heels, the hair piled on her head as if she was on her way somewhere fancy. Interesting. Then there was the man who looked as if he stepped straight out of a Bram Stoker novel. Also interesting.

The other two people in the room gave Graeme pause. First, the smallish purple… creature? Granted, this was Wing City and Graeme had seen some very bizarre things, but they never ceased to intrigue him. Half the time, he had to take a few moments to determine whether what he was seeing was real or just a figment of his overactive imagination. He was pretty sure this creature was real, but it didn’t seem to fit into the idyllic family setting provided by the other three…

Speaking of the other three, the final person in the room that caused Graeme’s eyebrows to raise in surprise was the kid. A kid? Really? He looked between the kid and the woman and man. Related. Okay. But… a kid? With a sigh, Graeme shook his head slightly. Well, this was Wing City, and fifty bucks was fifty bucks, right? After a quick glance around, he moved over toward a small table, and after setting the boom box on it, he took one more glance around at the people in the room. A kid? This was Wing City. Maybe the kid was older than he appeared. It was rude to ask, and he had received instructions not to question the attendees of this party when he’d accepted the job. Well, here goes nothing…

Pressing play on the cassette tape deck, Graeme began simply by swiveling his hips and slowly unzipping his jacket as the music flowed from the speakers.

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(Hermione looked at the man) Exuse me?

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Along with Hermione, Xanth JR. was also immensely puzzled at the sudden arrival of the dancing stranger that had felt a need to remove his jacket for some reason. The yellow toothed one merely looked at the others in mutual bewilderment before attempting to snap some fingers in realization a few times before realizing he had no fingers.
"Ah! It be appearing the man, of the arrival of the new variety is of the going to the wrong of the locations of hiring, yes yes! Mum has always been of the telling of the truth to the person of the mistakes of the other sin the honest of the ways!", the odd little unholy clone spawn reasoned, before turning off the boombox and politely addressing Graeme; "Wha tof the name of your choosing be you of the using in the addressing? I am Xanthodont JR.! You are of the location of the arrival in the incorrect of the hoping of the destination in the intentions of the dancing, yes yes! Many of the apologies of the fact of you of being of the lost of the place of which you would be of the wanting to going to.", giving him an apologetic pat on the back before adding; "Though i was of the enjoy of the beats that are greatly in need of a diet, and wishing to be of joining in with the grooving, yes yes!"

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(Hermione and Dracula look at them with little Dracula still behind Hermione)

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Graeme had turned his back on the gathered party and was sliding the jacket over his shoulders as he gyrated his hips in time to the music when the music was switched off. It took him a moment. He stopped dancing and turned, slowly tugging the brown leather jacket back up over his shoulders as he looked from person to person, finally stopping on the odd little purple creature. His puzzled expression turned to one of pure confusion as the words worked their way through his brain. He blinked. He blinked again. His head tilted to the side, his eyes narrowed, and then he blinked once more. Pursing his lips, Graeme’s brows knitted together.

“Whu—?” he started before blinking once more and shaking his head. Lifting his eyes he looked to Hermoine, Dracula and Dracula’s son. “Oh crap…”

After pulling a small scrap of paper from his pocket, he referenced it before marching to the door. Opening it, he poked his head outside, eyes comparing the number on the side of the building with the number scribbled on the paper. Frowning, he pulled the door closed behind him again and turned to face the strangers. Moving over to the purple individual, he held the scrap of paper out. “That look like a six or an eight to ya, mate?” he asked before suddenly laughing. “Beats that are in need of a diet… That’s a good one, man! That’s a good one!”

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(Hermione looks)

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“I was there! It’s not my fault I read the number wrong.”

After opening the door, the scruffy man in the brown leather jacket glanced around the room at the occupants, sizing up the crowd. Against his side, tucked under his arm, was a large old-school boom box with a dual cassette deck. His other hand contained the phone into which he now pled his case. “No, no… Seriously, upside down, the number eighteen—“ He broke off as he was interrupted. Raising his voice slightly, he attempted to talk over his interrupter. “The number eighteen looks exactly like the number eighty—“ He trailed off as he lowered the phone from his ear, staring at it as he finished his sentence: “—one.”

With a heavy sigh, he closed the flip phone and made his way over toward the bar. Taking a seat at one of the stools, he set the enormous boom box on the surface as he waited for the bartender. “What’s yer cheapest beer?”

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Character Portrait: Kol Character Portrait: Graeme Snale

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It was at that moment that a young figure tumbled through the doors, sprawling out across the ground before scurrying back up to his feet. Angry shouting could be heard from outside the bar.

"Aghh... my head..." the man who had been thrown inside, a boy perhaps not older then eighteen, mumbled as he staggered to his feet. He was clutching his temple, reaching out for a nearby table for support. Although the bar was quiet, it was also considerably large. Only patrons near the door were disturbed by the boy's antics.

All at once, he looked towards Graeme, blinking rapidly as he struggled to regain his senses. "You... quick..." The young boy lumbered towards the man, stumbling into the bar stool next to him. "Sit down with me," he gasped, looking over his shoulder, "and if anyone asks, we've been having dinner here for the past hour, okay?"

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The types of people that normally approached Graeme were not the type to be trusted. Then again, he didn’t hail from the best part of town. As such, at the arrival of the young man, Graeme was instantly on his guard. One hand moved to the top of the boom box protectively. The other wrapped tightly around the only other thing he had that was worth any value to him: his beer.

After hearing the young man’s plea, his eyes flickered to the door and then back to the stranger. As far as requests went, it seemed to be a pretty unusual one. There was desperation in the tone. Always the entrepreneur, Graeme suddenly had an idea. He had, after all, lost out on the fifty bucks he would have made if he’d showed up to the right house for the job. He’d come all the way across town for what? A cheap beer he barely had enough scratch to afford?

Leaning in, he lowered his voice, his eyes flickering back and forth to the door as well, trying to use the young man’s urgency against him. “I’ll do it fer twenty bucks. Deal?”

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Character Portrait: Kol Character Portrait: Graeme Snale

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"Twenty fuckin..." Kol grunted. He looked Snale in the eye with a look that spoke both of animosity and respect. It was precisely the sort of thing he would have done were he in Graeme's situation. "...deal." He mumbled. "But you better play your part well."

Quick as a flash, the boy removed his jacket, flipping the clothing inside-out from a shadowy black to an ashen grey. Reaching into his pockets, he retrieved a small beanie hat and sunglasses, stuffing the cloth over his messy hair and pushing the shades over his eyes. Lastly, the demi-Titan placed a pack of cigarettes and cards on the table, dealing the man a hand with dexterous grace while thumbing one of the cigarettes into his mouth. All of this had been done within thirty seconds. Whoever this kid was, he had the agility of a seasoned scoundrel.

"I need'ja to trust me, alright?" Kol said as he attempted to steady his breathing. The cigarette wobbled delicately between his lips. "Just play the part, and I promise you I'll make it worth your whi-"

It was at that moment that a horde of muscly thugs stormed into the bar, brandishing knives and assault rifles alike, poorly-concealed under their long jackets. Given the quieter atmosphere of the location, they refrained from causing TOO much a scene. Still, they were all brawn and no brains; heavily built and mean-looking with dim-witted glares and unintelligent slurs in their voices. They stampeded over to Kol and Graeme. Even their broad shadows falling over the unfortunate duo seemed to be threatening.

"Hey!" the lead thug growled. Kol's back was to the party, so they had no access to his face. "Did you punk kids see a ratty-lookin' teenager crash through here?" The thug cocked his rifle. "Well?! Did'ja?!"

Kol only nonchalantly smoked his cigarette, peering out from beneath his glasses at Snale with a collected calm. 'Don't give me away...' his eyes said.

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Graeme watched the transformation with a wry grin, an eyebrow raised in admiration. He had to admit it, the kid was good. This obviously wasn’t the first time he’d had to do something like this. Taking a nonchalant sip of the beer, he leaned forward as the cards were dealt, ready to earn his twenty bucks. Sure, it wasn’t the fifty he’d come all the way across town for, but at least this way, he got to keep his clothes on.

As soon as the thugs stormed into the bar, interrupting his companion, Graeme flipped on the act. He had always believed that he was a better actor than half those in Hollywood. He was still waiting to be discovered. It might help if he actually moved to Hollywood… or even auditioned for anything, for that matter. Still, the fact remained that Graeme was pretty decent at manipulation when the stakes were high enough. Instantly, he launched into the farce.

“—be kiddin’ me!” he exclaimed, taking up halfway though a sentence. “She really said that? What a whore! Please tell me ya—“ He was cut off as the thugs approached their table. Turning to face the one who had addressed them, he laid his cards calmly on the table. Reaching for the pack of cigarettes, he helped himself to one with a quick glance at Kol, almost daring him to protest. Liberating a smoke from the pack, he tilted his head as the rifle was cocked. Before answering, he lit the cigarette nonchalantly.

“Younger guy? Late teens, early twenties? Black jacket, messy hair?” He grinned as he took a drag from the cigarette. “Kinda ugly?” Allowing the smoke to curl up over his face, he squinted his left eye and hooked a thumb over his shoulder. “Think ‘e ran out the back door. Or he’s in the bathroom. Either way, he booked it past just a few seconds ago.” He jerked his thumb over his shoulder again, indicating the rear of the building. “Say, gotta ask. What’d he do?”

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Character Portrait: Kol Character Portrait: Liam Mitchell (Zamikar) Character Portrait: Renée LeBeau Character Portrait: Gabrielle LeBeau Character Portrait: Graeme Snale

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#, as written by Faithy
Tilting her head, still behind the bar, Gabrielle listened closely to Liam’s explanation of who the three out of four people he would fight if the need came around. She just nodded at him, not wanting to push who the fourth person was. When it came down to it, she would inquire, but for now, it was best to leave it alone. Renée was glad that things were going as well as they were and opted to keep her mouth shut, not wanting to get hit again. Gabrielle chewed on her bottom lip releasing it to respond to the kiddo,

“Alright, Liam. That is all one can ask of you, I suppose. Just as long as you’re not going out looking for someone to thrash. Trust me, I know all about trouble looking for you, because it tends to look for the two of us as well. We’ll just fight it together and yeah, you’re prolly right, we’re more apt to start a fight than you probably are.” Gabrielle grinned, her expression wavering when a slight commotion was beginning to occur near the front door of the bar, “Excuse me for a minute,” moving around the bar, she made her way towards where two males were sitting, her eyes on the thugs that had entered moments after the other two.

“Can I help you, gentlemen? I suggest you put the rifle away before you get hurt. The back door and the back of the bar is off limits and I’m not about to let you to traipsing around, my bar. Got it?” Gabrielle spoke calmly, which was a plus because normally she was not this calm.

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Dom swung around to his full height as a group of thugs clambered into the bar. He took in their size, their muscles, but also noted a collective dullness, as well. Still, the bartender scowled. He removed the towel from his shoulder, folding it up and tossing it next to the sink, eyes intent on the situation before him.

Gabrielle stood up and addressed the group just as a small company of men in red and blue armor approached the counter. Dom took their order while still paying close attention to the unfolding scene.

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"Ey, we'll be outta your hair just a'soon as we find the punk that ripped us off," one of the thugs grunted, lowering his rifle but not putting it away outright. He eyed Gabrielle suspiciously. Though she didn't look like much, they all knew the reputation that Gambit's had. LeBeau probably wouldn't have approached them if she couldn't handle herself in a fight.

The other thugs, meanwhile, perked up as Snale gave his description. "Yeah das'the one!" one of them nodded excitedly, "das'the one boss! He musta' come right through here!"

"Shut it ya git!" the lead thug growled. He jerked a meaty finger towards the restrooms. "You three, check the shitters! The rest a'ya stand here!"

Another thug entered the bar. "He didn't come outta the back entrance, boss! I wuz'watching it the whole time!"

"Then he's somewhere in this bar..." the leader grinned maliciously, "we got'im now."

"Say, gotta ask. What’d he do?”

"What'd he do?" the leader's nostrils flared, "why this lowborn, shit-suckling piece of dog vomit cheated us, dat's what he did! Came into our tavern last week n'got us rip-roaring drunk, bought the gang a'dozen rounds a'drinks." He snarled. "Then, when we'z stumblin' over ourselves with the liquor, he swipes our keys outta our jackets and stole our bikes! Took three of em at the same time! I dun'even know how he did that!"

"Made eyes wid'your sister too, boss."

Kol coughed into his sleeve, struggling to suppress a smirk. He'd made more than just eyes.

"So we find the little shit strolling around Main this morning," the leader continued, "chase him into dis'bar. Now he's gonna get his..." The brute cracked his knuckles. "Gonna get it good."

Meanwhile, the three thugs sent to the bathrooms returned with scowls on their faces. "He weren't there, boss!"

"Then he's somewhere in the bar..." the leader grit his teeth, peering around the establishment through narrowed eyes. He looked suspiciously at Snale.

"...say..." he stepped closer, "...that wuz an'awfully specific description you gave us back there..."

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Character Portrait: Kol Character Portrait: Liam Mitchell (Zamikar) Character Portrait: Renée LeBeau Character Portrait: Gabrielle LeBeau Character Portrait: Graeme Snale

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Liam walked out to see what the situation was. However, as soon as he came out, the bathroom door went right slam in his face, knocking him back onto his ass. As he stood back up, one of the armed men pushed him out of the way and subsequently back on his ass, irritating him. At this point, Zamikar made a play to take control. Liam stopped him, but he could feel his influence twisting his arm, and before he realized it, there were small vines, easily missable, climbing up their legs.

Normally, small vines were harmless. But he recognized these vines. It was Widowroot, which produces a natural toxin. This toxin will kill a man in eight hours if unrefined, one and a half if refined. Unless adrenaline is injected, in which case both times are one eight the normal time. And the vines of this root were right there, about to stick their thorns into their legs.

"Renée, they need to leave...now...it's in everyone's best interest" He said. Zamikar appeared next to him. "You really think they deserve it? The only people who need to carry automatic weapons are the Military and murderers. And look, look who is right there....all they have to is raise their guns....and BANG!!!!" Zamikar told Liam, as Liam was there only one there who could currently see or hear Zamikar.

Right when Zamikar yelled bang, playing into Liam's fears, he tensed up, and each one was infected by the thorns of the Widowroot. "Damnit..." Each one was infected now. The side affects to Widowroot poisoning is degenerative memory, intense pain, hallucinations, insanity, delusions, dementia, increased strength, and decreased motor control. The effects were all temporary and curable though, unless someone died. However, they might lose their ability to use guns soon too.

Liam stood next to Renée now. "Umm..Zamikar just made me accidentally poison the men. Played into my fear they could just raise their guns a few inches and kill Gabby. Just thought you should know".

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Character Portrait: Kol Character Portrait: Liam Mitchell (Zamikar) Character Portrait: Renée LeBeau Character Portrait: Gabrielle LeBeau Character Portrait: Graeme Snale

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Gabrielle’s brownish-lavender hues narrowed at the thugs, quite sure they didn’t get what she was implying. If they thought she was about to stand around and let them rip apart her bar to find whoever it was they were looking for, they were all sadly mistaken. At least he lowered the gun, though she did note that he didn’t put it away like she had told him. Not wanting to fight an unnecessary battle, she kept her mouth closed. Three of the bastards checked the bathroom while another one entered from the front door, making it known the back of the bar was being watched. Man, they really wanted this fellow. Wait, how could one guy steal three bikes at once? Her lips parted almost as if she was about to ask the question she was thinking, but the brunette opted to just keep silent until the leader cracked his knuckles, making it obvious that they would rumble in the bar if necessary,

“Um, hi again. I’m not quite sure why you think he ran into this bar, but I can say with absolute certainty, that no one has entered those doors except my sister in the last few hours. Also, if you think you’re going to be turning my bar upside down to look for someone that never even came in here, you’re sadly mistaken. If you want to fight, then step outside and do it in the street because that’s not happening in here. Consider this your only warning.” her voice still remained calm, though she was slightly more irritated.

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Renée meanwhile remained in the same place she had been after picking herself up off the floor for the second time. She was watching the scene unfold with slight amusement, trusting her baby sister to handle herself. If not, she was right there waiting, plus the security was nearby as well. So, things were definitely going to be handled no matter what happened. Watching Liam moving towards the bathroom, she started to shout out a warning just as the door slammed right into the kid’s face. Wincing in sympathy for him as he was then knocked down to the ground, she kept her eyes on him, making sure he was okay. Once certain he hadn’t gotten his nose broken or anything, she returned her attention to the thugs and her sister and the two men that were all in the same area.

Hearing Liam’s voice telling her that the men need to leave, she glanced over towards him, blinking in confusion. Of course they needed to leave and if they did, it would be in everyone else’s best interest because it would lessen the tension, but it didn’t seem like they were interested in going anywhere. Sighing, she patted Liam on the head when he returned back to her side, almost missing when he had to say. Blinking, she replayed what he said and swore under her breath.

“Damn it, Liam. You said you had control over that douche. Can you un-poison them?” she knelt down to his height, keeping her voice lowered to keep from startling the men until she knew what the plan of action needed to be.

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Character Portrait: Xanthodont JR. Horde Character Portrait: Hermione Jean Granger Character Portrait: Graeme Snale

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After he had explained the situation to Graeme, Xanth JR. waited patiently for him to get the message, standing still with his grin fixed upon his face, until he finally understood, taking a small note and marching off to the door. After he returned, Xanth JR. took a look at the note, scratching is scalp, causing it's tangled great topknot of aqua hair to become even more tangled, deciding smugly with the terrible answer of; "I have not much of the knowing in the which of the numbers it be of the actuality! Either, either!" He then had a short moment of puzzlement as his the stranger laughed, until he mentioned his previous comment, though he himself was lost in the joke.

"I am of the glad variety of the fact you are of the entertained in the hearing of the words from the part of the face which is of the being of my mouth. I shall be of the introducing of the folks that are of the living in the place of the house in which we are of the standing inside, yes yes! Mother was always of the telling of the politeness that was of the achieving of the introducing of the people, goodly!", he babbled excitedly before turning to point at each member of the happy family in turn.
"That of the person in the male variety of the older in the kind is of the name Dracula, the lady of the dress made of the blue is of the name Hermione, she is greatly of the kind variety, of letting me be of the snoozing here! And that is the small of the humanoid i have not been told of the calling of the title of the thing that is his name yet. I shall be of the referring to as the child."
He then gave a satisfied grin, before letting it drop and asking; "What we be of the occurrences of the carrying out of the now?", wondering what his new group of acquaintances wish to do now, looking round at them all for answer, tapping on his bronze suitcase, still clutched in one tentacle.

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Character Portrait: Kol Character Portrait: Liam Mitchell (Zamikar) Character Portrait: Renée LeBeau Character Portrait: Gabrielle LeBeau Character Portrait: Graeme Snale

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Graeme’s lips remained curled in a confident smirk as he took a drag from the cigarette, his eyes shifting between Gabrielle, Kol and the thug in front of him. If the potential for violence bothered him, he made no indication. Instead, he crossed his ankle over his knee, laced his hands behind his head and leaned back in the chair.

“Yes,” he agreed with the thug. “I did give ya a pretty specific description. Ya see, I remember faces. It’s kinda my thing. But the accuracy of my description ain’t the point here.” He held out a hand and gestured to the entire room. “Ya got yer weapons out an’ yer threatenin’ violence in a public place ‘round all these innocent bystanders… all fer what? ‘Cause some punk kid somehow stole three of yer bikes? Think about that fer a second. How does one kid take off with three bikes? That’s some talent shit right there. Unless this kid is some sort of god or somethin’, I find it highly unlikely ‘at he stole three bikes at once.”

He held up a finger to stop any potential interruption or rebuttal until he was finished, casting a glance to the vines with momentary puzzlement.

If by some crazy magical power this kid actually was able to take all them bikes at once, he obviously has some form of magical gift, agree? And if so, who’s to say he didn’t just vanish into thin-air after running past me?” He took a final drag of the cigarette before stabbing it out into the ashtray. “Now, don’t you agree ‘at scarin’ all these folks with yer guns an’ brute force is a bit overboard? Sounds like, to me, if you wanna catch this guy, yer gonna have to use yer brains, not yer brawn. Any guy that could steal three bikes at once ain't the type'a guy I'd wanna fuck with, ya know what I'm sayin'?"”

He shifted his eyes to Gabrielle, taking a moment for his eyes to linger in appreciation over the view before turning back to the thug. “Now, this lovely lady has asked ya to calm down, and even if her report of events does not mirror my own, I think, out of respect, ya should listen. Grab a beer. Relax. We’re all friends here.” Once more, his eyes slipped over the vines, and his brows knotted briefly. He could have handled this on his own, he was sure of it, but he hadn’t been counting on any interruptions… This could be bad.

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Character Portrait: Kol Character Portrait: Liam Mitchell (Zamikar) Character Portrait: Renée LeBeau Character Portrait: Gabrielle LeBeau Character Portrait: Graeme Snale

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Several of the thugs mumbled among themselves, clearly dumbfounded with Snale's skillful rhetoric.

"S'a good point, boss," one of the thugs nodded, scratching his head with the barrel of his revolver, "we still dunno' how e'did dat'."

"Or how'ee stole yer'socks while youz' was still wearing yer'shoes," another nodded to his companion, the latter of which began sniffling.

"Those wuz'my favorite pair o'socks..."

"Shut it ya gitz!" the boss growled, slamming his fist down on the table. Kol's deck of cards spilled onto the ground, "don't be fooled by dis' fancy talk. If that lil'shit were strong enough to take us all on, he'd a done it already!" He looked backed at Snale, a toothy grin splaying across his jaw. "...besides..." the leader held up his meaty fist. As he twirled his fingers, a jet of flame shot up into the air. "...we gotta'few tricks o'our own..."

Turning away from Snale, the boss stomped over to Gabrielle. Despite LeBeau's tall stature for her age, his shadow alone could still have encompassed three of her. "As fer'you..." he jabbed a finger in her face, "...I'm sick an'tired o'being pushed around by lil' shits like you. We'z da Gobjob Boyz! No one steals from us! If we let dis little punk go, we'll lose all o'our cred!" He snarled. "Now either we'z walking outa dis' bar with dat' punk under our arm or we ent' leaving at all!"

The leader's aggressiveness had clearly spiked, perhaps even inexplicably so. The small vine jabbing into his leg, perhaps, accounted for his increased hostility.

Several of the other thugs were also suffering from the effects Liam's subtle vine-attack. A few of them noticed it, yanking off the vines and staring at them dumbly. Others, so used to pain, hardly noticed it. Still, for some, the vines were unable to penetrate their skin at all. Whether they were just unusually tough, or if they possessed special powers like their leader, remained to be seen.

The infected thugs began wobbling uneasily and muttering to themselves, the poison seeping into their systems. Pain slowly began shooting up their legs. "Whuz... whuz going on..."

Kol, meanwhile, was sitting calmly in his seat, occasionally making glances back at the front door to see if the coast was clear.

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Character Portrait: Kol Character Portrait: Liam Mitchell (Zamikar) Character Portrait: Renée LeBeau Character Portrait: Gabrielle LeBeau Character Portrait: Graeme Snale

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"I can control him, but not fully. My personality holds dominant, but his has...influence. Whenever I am not in a combat like situation or engulfed by fear or hatred, I can keep him under wraps pretty much. But if people barge in, toting guns around and pointing them in threatening manner at people I like? That's two or three factors that make it difficult. At the very least, even in this weakened state of control, I can prevent him from harming innocent people and bystanders. Understand this, Zamikar wants to personally gut every person in this room and make me watch. Those vines are all he could make me do" Liam whispered to Renée softly, so no one else could hear him.

When the leader summoned the jet of flames, Liam could feel Zamikar going full force. Zamikar, invisible to everyone else, appeared behind the leader, and blew on the flames. He was only an image, not really there, but it was unnerving Liam that at any second they could set Gabby on fire. "Renée, if they don't leave soon, I am going to have to do something really stupid to make Zamikar stop, and it's not exactly a guarantee".

Zamikar noticed Kol was looking mighty anxious. Hmmm, the kid they are looking for perhaps? Oh...this will torture Liam.... Zamikar pointed out the kid to Liam, of course as Zamikar existed inside Liam currently only Liam could hear him. Still, it was tantalizing. Zamikar knew Liam had to make a choice now. Give up the kid to stop himself and protect his new friends, or do the right thing and protect the kid against these murderous thugs.

Liam strained over the decision, and looked at Renée. His morals then took over, and he went with a different plan. "Hold on. Stealing three bikes, and socks while wearing shoes? Don't you see, he is using illusion magic on you! Made you see something when something else was going on! Hell, there might have even been no kid, and was really one of you ripping the rest of you off! Or, he could have only made you think he came in here when he didn't. For all you know, he could be standing right in the middle of you!"

He then looked over at the door to the side alley. "Or he could have just slipped through that door over there and be several blocks away by now".

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Gabrielle took note of the vines and started to glance back towards Liam, but decided to keep her eyes on the thugs in front of her just in case they decided to do something stupid. The room was incredibly tense and for a moment, she thought about calling for security, but quickly decided that she could handle the situation on her own. Listening to the conversation, she too had to wonder how a kid stole three bikes at a time and managed to get away from the guys. Either they were terrible thugs or they were full of it and were just bullying the kid. Either way, she wasn’t about to let this happen in her bar. She mentally took note of the fact that the male speaking had raked his eyes over her form and it took a lot of effort to keep from rolling her eyes. Hell, she was used to getting looks; it came with her profession after all. She also realized her story didn’t match his, but she really didn’t care. She just wanted this over with.

It took a lot of effort to not move a hand down into her pocket where her cards were waiting for action, but blowing up parts of the bar was the opposite of what she wanted to happen. Ignoring the banter between the thugs for the most part, she arched a brow when the leader suddenly slammed down his hand, obviously not satisfied with the retorts he had been getting thus far. Damn, this was going to turn out bad, she just knew it. The vines that were wrapping themselves around the thug’s legs seemed to be doing something, but she wasn’t quite sure what. So much for Liam keeping the demon douche under his control. Her attention shifted from pondering the vines to the leader when he shot a stream of flame up into the air before he stepped closer to her, his finger jabbing in her face. She really, really hated it when people tried to intimidate her. Rolling her eyes, she couldn’t help but look extremely unimpressed at his threats, her fingers twitching slightly. She was extremely glad she still wore the armor that Norrington had given her beneath her clothing because it was probably going to come in handy today.

“You were warned, you little fucker. You can either walk your asses out of my bar or be thrown out, it’s your choice. I could give two shits who you are and what cred you might lose by chasing someone that’s obviously smarter and faster than you and your goons. In case you weren’t aware of exactly who I am, I am Gabrielle LeBeau, daughter of the infamous Gambit. You have two seconds to get your chubby finger out of my face before I break it. Consider this your final warning. I would make a good decision if I were you, shithead.” Her voice somehow remained calm despite the amount of anger welling up inside of her.

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Renée was growing increasingly concerned for her sister’s well being, but knew better than to saunter over there and interject. No, if things started to get out of hand, she was going to walk over to the basement door, yank it open and shout for security. Right now however, she was more concerned with what was going on with Liam. She should have taken him upstairs immediately. Shaking her head, she placed a hand on Liam’s shoulder, frowning a little bit more at his explanation of what was happening and why. Yeah, she definitely needed to get Liam to leave before shit hit the fan in more ways than one. When the kiddo finally spoke up with his own thoughts concerning the situation, she couldn’t help but grin at his words,

“Nicely done, Liam, but I think we need to get you out of this situation. Gabby can take care of herself, plus security is just down below.” Her voice remained soft, ensuring only he could hear her.

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The situation was out of his control. Graeme figured that out immediately. His calm speech, while confounding a few of the thugs, had not worked on the leader. Let’s be honest, the leader was the one Graeme’s words really needed to touch. Outwardly, he seemed calm, leaning back in his chair and sucking on his teeth as he contemplated the cards in his hand. Inwardly, however, Graeme knew that his position was precarious. These were very dangerous individuals he’d offered to throw himself in front of for a measly twenty bucks, and now it appeared that the guy who would be paying up was occasionally measuring the path to the bar.

Graeme’s eyes shifted to Kol’s face and he raised an eyebrow. Like hell would he allow the guy to split without paying up. Discreetly, Graeme’s leg shifted, the scuffed toe of his boot hooking around one of the legs of Kol’s chair so that if the kid tried to make a run for it, there was a strong chance he would either trip over Graeme’s leg or the act of pushing his chair out would be met with just enough resistance to cause a bit of a commotion. In either case, Graeme hoped that the simple positioning of his leg would hinder a swift getaway. Hey, he had twenty bucks at stake here!

“Hey!” Graeme called to the lead thug, trying to get his attention away from the woman. “I’m tellin’ ya, he ain’t here! If he was, I’m pretty sure any one’a us woulda turned him in.” He gestured around the room, indicating all of the others. “No ‘fense, dude, but yer kinda scary. I ain’t ‘bout to stick my neck out fer no one, ‘specially not a stranger, an’ I’m pretty sure all’a them feel the same. All’a us are tellin’ ya he ain’t here.” He gestured to Gabrielle, his eyes never leaving the leader. “While I’m sure she could handle herself in a fight, I really ain’t in the mood t’see lady blood, ya know?”