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 Posted: Mon Nov 24, 2008 5:47 pm
"If you're so sure, we can walk down to the storehouse and check together," the vampire offered. "But I received no notice of its addition to our inventory."
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Posted: Mon Nov 24, 2008 6:11 pm
Joe pocketed the paper without looking at it and smiled. "All right. Thanks again. We'll likely be seeing you again. Rose, Cyrus." He nodded and smiled at both then patted Jacob on the shoulder.
"Let's get out of here." He led Jacob down to the street, hailed a taxi, and got them to the airport. They made it inside and Joe sighed. "Well. Almost home."
They got in line to be checked before heading for their terminal.
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Posted: Mon Nov 24, 2008 6:16 pm
Jacob smiled, "Well, that went pretty well." he said to Joe.
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Posted: Mon Nov 24, 2008 6:33 pm
((Aah ah ah, not so fast.... Airport security, remember?))
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Posted: Mon Nov 24, 2008 6:41 pm
((Editted. Let's make it quick, I want Sebastian to teach me Earth.))
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Posted: Mon Nov 24, 2008 6:59 pm
A security guard at the X-ray machine was checking their carry-ons. "Bags in the bins, remove all liquids," he instructed them in a monotone drawl.
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Posted: Mon Nov 24, 2008 7:05 pm
((I'm pretty sure Jacob didn't bring any bags.))
Jacob shrugged, removed his shoes and placed a bottle of water he had bought on the conveyor belt before walking through the metal detector.
((Oh, and post in OiM, Venom.))
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Posted: Mon Nov 24, 2008 7:15 pm
Joe put his bag into the bin and had no liquid, so he stepped forward to be scanned. He hoped the Fists would be able to protect themselves.
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Posted: Mon Nov 24, 2008 7:20 pm
The guard grabbed the bottle of water and handed it back to Jacob. "Drink it before you go through or throw... it... one moment." Joe's bag came out the other side. The guard bent over behind his desk briefly. "Open your bag, please, sir."
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Posted: Mon Nov 24, 2008 7:23 pm
Jacob took the bottle of water and swore silently when the guard ordered Joe to open his bag.
This isn't good...
Jacob began to chug his water.
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Posted: Mon Nov 24, 2008 7:30 pm
Joe moved forward cautiously.
Joe couldn't help smiling, despite his nervousness. He gathered a bit of energy in his hand, ready to strike should he need to.
With his other hand, he unzipped the bag. "What seems to be the problem?" he asked.
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Posted: Mon Nov 24, 2008 7:36 pm
"Place your bag on the counter and step back. Place your hands on your head and move to that wall," the guard commanded with a gesture towards the wall in question. "Slowly," he added. As Joe gathered his mana, the X-ray machine began to beep. The guard stared at it.
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Posted: Mon Nov 24, 2008 7:50 pm
Joe froze, torn between two paths.
One, colored by his recent Djinni exposure. Blow the man's head off while his head was turned, and deal with the consequences afterwards.
The other, do as the man said, and try to go logically. That sounds good.
Ohhh, but heads exploding...
Joe shivered. He was getting a bit scared of himself. He ignored the beeping, although he kept his mana gathered, and took the bag, placing it on the counter and backing away, putting his hands on his head. He went to the wall.
"What's going on?" he asked. Fists, if this is your fault...
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Posted: Mon Nov 24, 2008 7:54 pm
The Fists didn't answer. It seemed they were too far away.
The mana level remained constant. The beeping continued even as nothing passed through. A crowd was gathering. Two more security guards with holstered pistols and batons approached. A third approaching man, in the other direction, had an assault rifle - pointed safely at the floor beside him as he walked - and a black beret with integrated communications gear.
"What seems to be the problem?" Black Beret asked.
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Posted: Mon Nov 24, 2008 8:00 pm
"You tell me!" Joe said, feigning ignorance and desperation. "I have no idea what's going on!"
As Joe's stress mounted, his vision was tinged ever so slightly at the edges with red. Gahh, these Djinni.
He kept his hands on his head. "Can one of you tell me what I did? Please?"
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