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 Posted: Mon Nov 10, 2008 9:26 pm
((You should also reply to my post. biggrin ))
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Posted: Mon Nov 10, 2008 10:17 pm
((Oh, fine.))
After Fyrin's men got off the train (having taken an extra loop on accident, they approached Sebastian's home. He rose from the ground beside them and gave a start. "Well, ******** IT.))
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Posted: Tue Nov 11, 2008 10:56 am
((STOP MIXING UP PAUL AND FYRIN.))
Fyrin turned to him. "Well now indeed," he returned. "I'm here on account of being a blatant, unashamed thief. I hear you need one."
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Posted: Tue Nov 11, 2008 11:22 am
((OH HELL TO THE ******** YEAH!))
Joe nodded. "Make it so, Number 1."
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Posted: Tue Nov 11, 2008 12:41 pm
"Where's the med bay then?" agnese asked the Duchess. Medicine was familiar and safe, nto to mention she'd actually be of some use to any injured.
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Posted: Tue Nov 11, 2008 1:31 pm
"Through that door, up the stairs, first right," the Duchess indicated a door and glanced over her shoulder to check for the Angel and Duke.
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"Mmm, yes, you would work for that, wouldn't you?" Sebastian replied. "It's in Paris, near one of our exit points. Here's the address." He held out a paper slip. "How you get the documents is up to you. I'll get you the list of what to look for in a second." He flicked his wrist and a paper-clipped-shut folder shot out of the ground. He caught it and spun it to Fyrin through the air.
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Posted: Tue Nov 11, 2008 2:26 pm
Agnese nodded and went to the room as directed. Tripping only once and catching herself before she actually kissed the carpet. Sure enough, the med bay was familiar and pushed a sense of comfort onto her, no matter how small it was.
<(Ugh, this is ridiculous, back in my day, medics were always-)>
"I don't think that's the main priority right now obuela," Agnese said looking over the room to see if there was anything she could do or anyone she recognized. Which was pretty unlikely as she was wearing one of the people she came on board with.
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Posted: Tue Nov 11, 2008 5:07 pm
The medical bay was a relatively small room with a few operating tables and steel tanks (probably of blood, considering where she was) along the walls. On one table, a vampire arched his back, hissing as his leg was stitched messily back on without anesthetic. He was biting what appeared to be a sponge hooked up to one of the tanks; his leg was almost entirely reconnected, the skin rejoined, by the time she reached the table.
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Posted: Tue Nov 11, 2008 5:12 pm
Fyrin snatched the thing out of the air, flicked it open, and began to examine it. "Tax returns? How do you expect me to find the precise tax return?" he asked. This could be a pain; likely, they were all stored together, and it could take a long time to locate them. He might be fortifying himself into a death trap he'd never get out of. Well, wouldn't that be nice.
"How soon do you need these?" he asked.
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Posted: Tue Nov 11, 2008 5:18 pm
"We've got time to kill. Unless they locate our exit point." Sebastian stroked his beardless chin. "I'd say maybe a month? You have time to set it up, anyway. Most of the things we need are going to be stored digitally somewhere, I'd guess."
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Posted: Tue Nov 11, 2008 5:20 pm
Fyrin nodded. He hadn't thought of that. Curse his steel-set ancient mindset. He remembered when Gutenburg hadn't had the printing press. Oh, those were the days. Not.
"Plenty of time, hmm? That works for me," Fyrin nodded. "I actually think I'll get right on that so I have a little cash," he added.
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Posted: Tue Nov 11, 2008 5:25 pm
Sebastian nodded. "Good luck, then...." He sank into the ground.
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Posted: Tue Nov 11, 2008 5:25 pm
Two minutes later, Joe, Jacob, and the mana battery were emerging from a bathroom in London. Joe slid the battery into his backpack.
"Well, let's get going," he said. He made his way to the ticket desk and bought two first-class tickets to New York. Shortly thereafter, he and Jacob were on their way.
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Posted: Tue Nov 11, 2008 5:36 pm
Fyrin nodded. Fun and games, fun and games...
Thirty minutes or so later, he was rising from a backstreet manhole cover. His men followed shortly, replaced the manhole cover, and made for cover in a building. Blatant thieves they might be, but not blatant gun-haulers. They needed to both figure out the location and discover patterns, and those were things his men could do on shifts. They would have plenty of time for resting. First of all, though, they had to find the location.
They proceeded to do so.
((Without any idea of where or what it is! biggrin ))
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Posted: Tue Nov 11, 2008 6:46 pm
((A skyscraper a little way out from the from the Eiffel Tower.))
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