|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
 Posted: Thu Nov 09, 2006 11:26 pm
"I'll keep an eye out."
She glances toward the door as well, then back at Gunsinger and stands up.
"Well, I should probably be going. If you'll excuse me."
She puts the deck of cards in her pocket and walks over to the door, stopping at the key rack and looking over the rows of keys. She frowns slightly at the one with her name on it, surprised that it would be there. It makes all this seem planned out ahead of time. Felicity puts it out of her mind for now, though, and holds up the key, looking back at Gunsinger. "You have to use the one with your name on it, don't you?"
|
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Nov 09, 2006 11:31 pm
I think its impossible to find one that doesn't.
*Gunsinger stands and collects his rifle*
I havn't tryed the other keys.. I'm just always drawn to the one that has my name. If I ever meet this... "Tavin" who suposedly runs this place.. I'll have to ask him about that.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Nov 09, 2006 11:35 pm
"Alright... I'll just assume this is the right thing to do."
Felicity double-checks the key in her hand to make sure it's the right one, then turns to Gunsinger.
"It was very nice talking to you. I hope to see you again, perhaps not in the real world, but maybe here.... Take care."
She smiles slightly, then opens the door with her key and walks out, shutting it behind her.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Nov 09, 2006 11:41 pm
*Gunsinger moves over to the door and inspects it.... then pulls his key from the rack almost without looking*
Damndest thing...
*he inspects his rifle makeing sure it is in good working order, then through the door.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Nov 10, 2006 4:24 pm
*Mystina faded into the brink into one of the chairs, a book in her hands that she had been studying. She didn't notice she had faded into the brink, and her wings were held taut as she tried to concentrate. Eventually she realized the sounds of the forest were no longer there, and she sat the book down*
Oooh. The Brink!
*She began to look around for someone to play with, but saw no one and sighed.*
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Nov 10, 2006 5:11 pm
*Gunsinger fades in., an envelope in one hand, a sheaf of bills in the other. He appears to be counting through the bills but stops as his surroundings have changed... he sets the bills and the envelope down and removes the string from th hammer of his pistol.... spotting the strange young woman with the "wings" he calmly clears his throat*
Evenin' Ma'am... Miss... Mystina was it?
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Nov 10, 2006 5:14 pm
*Mystina turned to Gunsinger and smiled, setting her book down, still open on the page she was on. Her wings fluttered a bit. Oooh....someone to talk to!*
Hello Mister Gunsinger! *She chirped and stood up, walking towards him.* Yes, it was. *She giggled* How are you?
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Nov 10, 2006 5:21 pm
Felicity fades in at one of the tables, five cards fanned out in her hand again. She appears to have been making small conversation with whoever else was at the table, but as soon as she realizes where she is, the smile disappears. She glances around to make sure it's the right place, then gives an exasperated sigh.
Again... why does it have to be in the middle of a game? The last time this happened, she'd had to explain to the others why she had suddenly forgotten where they were in the game. She isn't looking forward to doing so again, and tries to commit the last move to memory.
She notices two more people in the room-- Gunsinger and someone else she didn't recognize... but who appeared to have wings. Felicity frowns, but as she's getting used to strangeness in this room she doesn't overreact, and just turns to face them, waving slightly.
"Morning."
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Nov 10, 2006 5:29 pm
Evenin'
*gunsinger says, tipping his hat*
Hard at work I see.
*he turns to Mystina*
I'm breathing.... that's what counts.
*he pulls out a hand-rolled cigarette and lights it, pocketing the match as the air fills with a thin aroma of tobacco.*
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Nov 10, 2006 5:31 pm
*Mystina nodded at Gunsinger* Yes sir, I have been. *She giggled* This was a nice break from my studies...
*Then it happened. Mystina noticed the new woman, and realized she didn't have the air of danger around her, unlike Gunsinger did... He clearly had a sign over his head in her mind that said "Do not hug.". So she took this chance to do what was natural to her. She glomped the new woman, nearly knocking her over.*
Hello! *She smiled as she hugged Felicity* I'm Mystina the Faerie!
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Nov 10, 2006 5:38 pm
"Aah!" Felicity tried to escape the hug to no avail, nearly falling out of the chair. She blinked at the other woman-- faerie? Whatever she was-- quite stunned.
"Um... Nice to meet you," she said, starting (or trying) to move away somewhat awkwardly.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Nov 10, 2006 5:44 pm
*gunsinger simply puffs on his cigar, unsure what to make of the situation. he didn't see the "Faerie" as a threat.. but he lowers his right hand just in case... he did not feel like getting tackled*
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Nov 10, 2006 5:49 pm
*Mystina didn't release the new woman at first. She finally did and smiled* What's your name?
*Her wings wriggled in excitement and she noticed Gunsinger moving his hand toward a strange device he had equipped*
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Nov 10, 2006 5:53 pm
"Felicity Lockhart," she said, adjusting her jacket and brushing her hair out of her face. She also inched back slightly in her chair, pretty sure this Mystina person was just enthusiastic, but aware that there could be something wrong with her head.
Besides... Felicity leaned to the right slightly, trying to look over Mystina's shoulder at her wings. "Are those.. real?"
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Nov 10, 2006 6:03 pm
*Gunsinger raises his hand a little, shifting it to his belt.... Those things couldn't be real..... could they? then again.... he was seeing some strange stuff here, so he reckoned it could be possible. he mmade his way towards the bar.... he might need that boubon*
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Reply
