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 Posted: Tue Jun 05, 2007 10:21 am
Seeing other people stop the madness, Arthur dropped the bleeding guy he was kicking the crap out of heavily on the ground, and walked back to where Baranar and Ora were. "So..." He said. "I believe there was a promise of paint?"
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Posted: Wed Jun 06, 2007 2:31 am
Ora chuckled, "promise of paint? I don't recall promising anything."
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Posted: Wed Jun 06, 2007 10:15 am
Arthur looked at her. "I promised myself paint..." He said. "I'm going to go find a paint shop now." And he went to find a paint shop.
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Posted: Fri Jun 08, 2007 7:46 pm
Ora shrugged and gave him a wave before turning and walking back down the street herself. She passed by Baranar and took a path down an alley, when she was certain she was distant enough, she pulled a green cloak as if from out of the air, and pulled it around her shoulders. After a moment she lowered the hood, and then disappeared.
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Posted: Fri Jun 08, 2007 7:49 pm
((HA! It is you! I knew it! xd kind of... burning_eyes ))
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Posted: Fri Jun 08, 2007 7:55 pm
Baranar walked away, watching her with his secondary sight. He was growing suspicious of this entire working. He had seen, through his second sight, the sister Riders, coming to know them by this from the same way he saw them. He believed they might have been the cause of the curse, as well, and was growing uneasy.
Feather flew to his shoulder, seeming to whisper something in his ear. He nodded absently, turning into a crow himself as Feather flew off of him. He had work to do.
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Posted: Sun Jun 17, 2007 3:25 pm
A.C. stood in the doorway of a popular Italian restaurant covered in dirt, blood, and various unsavory things from the sewers. Unusually, she stood there in her usual black spy gear, not even bothering to show up in normal clothes--or a waitress's outfit. She was too exhausted to do this properly now. "Tonio?" she called.
A fifty-something balding man poked his head out of the kitchen, saw her, and swore. "It's come to that?"
"Yeah." She leaned against the doorframe.
"You're lucky there's a war on, Miss Sarah, or I'd have your hide for scaring the customers away." He bustled out and drew her inside, off the one corner, near where they both knew there was a hidden door. "You sure about this?" he asked her, looking into her eyes hard.
She couldn't return the look, but she smiled sadly. "You believe in fate, Tony? I don't, but there you have it. It's time for me, and I have to go--if you have anyone else who can't stay, anyone at all, please. Tell them I'll take them away from all this. Anyone who's in it too deep, any daughters you want safeguarded, and grandchildren..." She saw she'd struck a chord.
"I have a granddaughter," he said. "I'll take you to her."
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Posted: Fri Jun 22, 2007 2:05 pm
Going discreetly through the City in Tony's company, A.C. heard her watch beep. Aww, %$^@. Lucidity had returned to his pawn shop. I didn't get a chance to fix the table yet...
Sliding out a tiny LCD screen, she watched him take apart a Pure Energy gun and hold the core up to his mouth. I can't believe he's really going to eat that... she thought with creeped-out fascination. What's that got to TASTE like, life energy? Do you eat somebody's soul when you do that?
Tony looked over at her and frowned. "Do I want to know what you're looking at?"
"Hm... well, you know who Lucidity is? Or Erikson, the pawn shop guy?"
"Yes..." Now he was interested, too, and he stopped to lean over her watch with her.
"That's the core of a Pure Energy gun."
"But I thought he already had powers? Pyro, weren't they?"
"They were. But he lost them, so I have no idea what's going to happen when he eats that thing. He looks hesitant. Do you think he'll really do it? Got to taste nasty."
"Girl, I've seen a lot of things in my time... and that man has been known to do some weird s***."
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Posted: Sat Jun 23, 2007 7:14 pm
Seeing Garret consume the core and his reactions to it, A.C. went very still. Uncreate. Some kind of extra sense, that look? Whatever it is might be powerful, might hit harder later. Speed or vibration, levitation, stealth or invisibility... or teleportation? Abortive, if it was. she catagorized. These are new to him, at least the uncreate. Something else is not, and that may be the same thing that disturbed him--'deju vu,' he said. DAMN that was weird to watch. I wonder if he's found his table yet.
Tony couldn't seem to look away either, and blanched when he saw the chair get eaten away. "Cr*p," he breathed. "That's not gonna be good for business."
"Yeah... He could ruin a lot of good work with that kind'a power," A.C. acknowledged absently. It had never really been "her" business, but she was well aware of how things worked.
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Posted: Sat Jun 30, 2007 5:46 pm
Closing the tiny CLD and leaving Garret to whatever he'd do when she found the table, A.C. shook her head at Tony and gestured for him to lead on. There wasn't much time.
He took her to a large apartment underground, where a tall but prettily thin--unusual, for an Italian girl--woman and five or six children played, all apparently hers.
"Anette, Miss Sarah. Ah--Sarah--this is Anette. My son Roy's wife, and their children..." His eyes rested fondly but uneasily on all of them, finally finding a little girl with bright blue eyes and pale skin before flicking but to meet A.C.'s, and then Anette's. This was the girl, and it was obvious to A.C. that this had been a concern for some time--the child looked like she hadn't been out in the sun in ages, and her mother knew immediately what A.C. was there for. The woman looked uncomfortable, and looked down and away, busying herself with the other children as if it was her habit to... The little girl's smile faltered as her mother refused to let her in the group, and though some of the children looked confused and tried to let her in themselves, none looked surprised.
A.C.'s face softened, and she knelt down next to the girl. "What's your name?" she asked. The girl put her fingers in her mouth and didn't answer, wide-eyed. They both looked up at Tony, who just grunted and shifted his weight. "This is Miss Sarah, Unhae."
The girl thought about that for a minute, then took her fingers out of her mouth and held that hand out to shake. "I'm Unhae," she said loudly, the way kids do when they haven't learned volume control yet. "It means 'Peace.'"
A.C., shook her little hand gently, with an amused smile. "Well, hello, Unhae. My name means 'Peace,' too. But yours is a lot prettier." She smiled more when the girl ducked her head and blushed, putting her fingers back in her mouth. A.C. stood.
"She was born about the same time the Koreans made the deal," Tony told her softly. "'Unhae' actually means 'grace,' but the point was to seal the deal... peacefully. Show of good faith, they named a daughter Jessica." His face was sour at that. "Guess they thought it was Italian, but whatever. They don't know what she is--we've kept her any from all that."
"So I see..." A.C. turned back to gaze as the girl's pale skin. "And her mother... she's been shunning her for a while now, then? Has her father, as well?"
"No. No, Roy loves her dearly... He loves all of them like that. Sometimes I think he shows her even more tenderness than Anette, when the others aren't around, because he knows that Anette does the opposite. Or maybe because he knows he won't be able to see her again some day... Sometimes that boy has depths, uh, Sarah, way beyond his business expertise." He was referring to the fact that Roy was not known for his brilliance when it came to the 'family business' of crime.
After a moment, A.C. merely said, "But if he wants to, he will. I will bring them to each other, and she will know her father."
Tony just looked at her with an unreadable expression on his face.
"Time is pressing, though, Anthony. I have to get her out of her before anyone comes back, or we'll never get out of here."
He nodded. "Anette?" She didn't look up, and he sighed. "Unhae, dear?" He picked her up and handed her to A.C., grateful, perhaps, that she had shed some layers of filth and gore on the way over here. "Unhae, Miss Sarah here--Auntie Sarah, all right?" he said, promoting her, "She'll be looking after you from now on. Mommy... Your mommy can't come with you, but your father will come see you later. He'll visit you often, I promise." The girl didn't argue, hand still in her mouth. The Italians train their children to never argue with the patriarch and matriarch of the family. "A.C., Unhae is five years old, real birthday April 17th. No allergies, no--conditions--other than the one, and... you say she'll be fine, wherever you're taking her?" A.C. nodded. "Then that's good enough for me. You take care of her better than your own," he threatened, "or so help me, if I find out she's grown up to be a psycho..." He didn't have to finish.
"I know," A.C. told him. "Should I let her know what her family does?"
"That'll be up to Roy. You stay in contact with him--I'll find a way to find you, if he can't. He loves the girl with all his heart, so don't you... ah, you won't anyway." He waved a hand, knowing that she would keep her word. "You've saved us all once already, woman, at least all of us who count." She blushed, knowing that wasn't quite true, and he caught it. "Oh, don't sell yourself short. Unhae, do you know what your Auntie Sarah here did? When the evil humans came and tried to kill us all, your Auntie took me and your aunts Margerita and Josephina and rescued us. She hid us until we could escape, and then she led us out to safety, and that's why she's your Auntie today. She saved my daughters, and because I had them... everyone is alive and well today. I could not have lived without them, and I owe it to A.C. here--your Auntie Sarah. So you respect her, and listen to what she has to say. And if I hear you not obeying her, you had better believe I'm coming over to give you a good spanking, you hear? Now go, you two.
"Don't want to be late."
As if it was an appointment, A.C. thought, lifting a jacket a little larger than the girl's size a they stole out and back up into the street. And maybe it is--a date with destiny, as it were. Will we make it, or will we run into someone to stop us on the way? It's a race now.
So she didn't even bother hiding, keeping to shadows. A.C. just raced through the streets of Union, five year-old held tight in her arms, racing against time and tragedy to get to the portal in Pheonix before it was too late.
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Posted: Tue Jul 17, 2007 12:16 am
Ruby and Erica left the AoS HQ and made their way to the park down the street. For the first half of the trip they walked quietly, neither knowing what exactly to say to the other.
Erica finally broke the silence, glancing over at Ruby. "What exactly has she done to you?"
Ruby glanced back at Erica, tentatively. "Nothin' much, just kept me there."
Erica scowled, "I can feel the emotions, whatever the hell happened in that room, Rebecca Jo...it was bad. I'm a touch empath, but I didn't have to touch anything...the air was thick with it."
Ruby's arms crossed around herself, like she was trying to hold herself together. "I don't wanna talk about it."
"I won't make you." Erica shrugged. "But you'll have to eventually, Arch will want to know."
Ruby shook her head. "I was messin' around with snakes, Ora took me to her castle instead of me dyin' from the venom, an' when I asked to leave she let me go."
"And that's the lie you'll feed him? Letting Ora get away with whatever she did?" Erica shook her head. They reached the park and she chose a good grassy place to sit down.
Ruby shivered lightly, despite the warmth in the air. "It's all he has to know. It's all anyone has to know." Her eyes looked dead for a moment. "I'd rather not talk about it please."
Erica nodded and leaned back against the grass of the hill. "Then drink some lemonade and relax, kid." She figured she'd let Ruby do what she wanted, but that wouldn't stop her from leaking out her own side of the story. She loved Ora, but she couldn't let Ora get away with something like this.
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Posted: Tue Jul 17, 2007 12:28 am
"You should have spanked her more as a kid." Blitz stated plainly as he emptied out his bag of assorted sandwiches(wrapped up, he's not just dropping sandwiches on the grass, jeez), drinks, a blanket, a pillow, flyswatter, and other assorted stuff.
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Rugged Sauce Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Jul 17, 2007 12:41 am
Erica nodded, "So true....but she was really good at making me think I was spanking her when I wasn't."
Ruby however gasped and looked at Blitz with dissaproval. "Violence like that is why kids turn naughty in the first place. I'd never spank my son, all he needs is a firm talkin' to an' he understands why he aint supposed to do bad things. You can't teach a boy not to hurt others by hurtin' him." She helped herself to a strawberry from the assorted stuff arrangement. "I have no problems with Aaron, he's a real well behaved kid, brought up with love an' care, as is proper."
Erica smiled. "Some brats always get the easy life. I'm sure he's soaking it for all it's worth."
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Posted: Tue Jul 17, 2007 7:03 pm
Blitz thought back to just how quickly he was able to bribe Aaron, but decided that now wasn't the best time to bring that up, and instead tried to switch up the topic of conversation. "So how are those strawberries?"
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Posted: Tue Jul 17, 2007 7:16 pm
((hahah, I was hoping you'd remember what a brat the kid was. Have to love Aaron though, despite it all.))
Ruby smiled, "the strawberry is good thanks, but I still wanna go home to Mississippi."
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