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 Posted: Tue Aug 05, 2008 11:05 pm
Samuel sat on a stool next to the counter. "Large Hawaiian, now! The faster I get it, the bigger the tip!"
Samuel acquired his pizza and chomped down on the first piece. "MMMM!"
He proceeded to place a thirty percent tip on the table.
Samuel continued chowing down, drinking root beer to wash the pizza down.
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Posted: Tue Aug 05, 2008 11:38 pm
"Your appetite for pizza matches your appetite for destruction," a voice whispered in Samuel's ear. Samuel jumped. He hadn't heard or felt anyone approaching. He turned to see a man with leather clothing and a cloth-bound book, bent at the waist to place his head a distance of roughly two inches from where Samuel's had been.
--
"I'm going to be honest, my confusion at how I'm supposed to put that information in while carrying this is only surpassed at my confusion as to why," Takeshi answered.
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Posted: Wed Aug 06, 2008 11:27 am
"Well, we're... uh..." Paul glanced around, finally finding a couple street signs. He quickly rattled off the nearest intersection, then glanced around. "I do have Takeshi and Joe here, but I haven't seen Agrotera in a while. Takeshi's talking to some girl; she has magic around here, I'm guessing another warlock, but we can find out later. I'm either gonna steal a car or hijack a taxi. Probably the latter, I'm sure I can fool one of them out of it. If you need a ride, lemme know where you are; here comes a taxi," Paul finished, leaving the penny in his mouth. Everything else around him would come to Siber, albeit somewhat muffled.
Waving the taxi down, Paul moved around to the driver's seat. "Excuse me, sir, but is this taxi up to date?" he inquired, frowning severely.
"Umm," the taxi driver responded slowly, consternation creeping over his face. "What is up to date?" he finally asked worriedly.
"Do you have rear-seat airbags?" Paul snapped.
"No," the man responded, slightly upset.
"Do you have courtesy phones?" Paul jabbed.
"Well, no," the man said again, upset.
"Does this ride come with a free cup of coffee?" Paul half-yelled.
"No!" the man cried, rather upset.
"Then why on earth do you think you can keep your taxi license?" Paul cried. "I need you to get out of the car, please."
The man slowly got out of the car.
"Get another taxi to take you home, this needs to go in for inspection," Paul told him, getting into the vehicle and squealing the tires as he left the man behind him five seconds after the conversation had started, the poor driver looking simultaneously devastated and rather confused.
"Up to date? What law department did he work for?" the driver asked himself, scratching his head.
((Note that I have to go away, and I might be able to post on Sunday, but unlikely. Don't go running off without me, especially if you're carrying scissors.))
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Posted: Wed Aug 06, 2008 3:25 pm
<(Is he serious? Urgh, why can't men multitask?)>
Agnese ignored the woman in her head and turned to her new 'assistant'.
"You want to get in the building right? Trust me, this is the easiest way to do that. The only other ways to get in are in handcuffs or as part of the family-"
<(that usually invloves handcuffs)>
"And since I do not want to get amarried anytime soon, you are my new assistant." She could see the large building of the Villa Lobos law firm at the end of the block. "Just look busy okay?"
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Posted: Wed Aug 06, 2008 3:39 pm
"Ah, okay..." Takeshi muttered something in Japanese as he shifted her things around, beginning to navigate the palm pilot's menus to make the "shoes" note.
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Posted: Wed Aug 06, 2008 4:10 pm
"Erm. Hello. I might agree, somewhat... But I don't know who you are nor what your purpose in disturbing my pizza enjoyment time is, so lets start with that. Here, have a slice."
Samuel handed a slice to the man in leather.
far greater that your appetite for destruction. I mean seriously, you stopped paying attention to anything other than the pizza.>
<'Kay. Will do.>
"So, how may I help you? That is, after I know who or what you are, and why my pizza is not still being consumed by me."
((CHEESECAKE!!! No really, hyperhyperhyper. Yays. No one's on...))
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Posted: Wed Aug 06, 2008 4:25 pm
((Time skip shall we? like say, into Agnese's office?))
Agnese sat down in her leather chair after walking to the main board office with 'sato' to deliver the lunches. She motioned for her new companion to have a seat in one of the visitor chairs and slipped her heels off to inspect the damage.
<(Stop wasting time and find out who that is!)>
"So, Obuelita wants know who you have in your head," she said as she threw the shoes into a trashbin. "And I'm assuming you'll want to know who obuelita is too."
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Posted: Wed Aug 06, 2008 7:16 pm
Takeshi took a deep breath. Her reaction might be unpredictable. He sat on his knees on the floor, invisibly tensed for action.
"Haru Shimizu. I have Captain ******** in my head."
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"I am Sage Rice. And Sage is not," he paused to down the offered slice, having finished removing one of his gloves to grab it, then decided to just talk around it. "Ish nodda nam, isha didle." He swallowed the bite he was taking. "Title. It's a title. Anyway. I was thinking... if you could offer the Sages something, maybe we could offer you something in return. Something, like this." He opened his book to a specific page in one fluid motion and chanted a few words in what might've been a hybrid of Pseudo-Latin, Greek, Hebrew, and Russian. A table a few rows down turned into a pile of sawdust in a flash of light. He closed his book.
"Are we enticed, yet? Yes... I can feel it. We can feel those who share our enthusiasm for this. Those who consider every destructive act a privilege and a joy to have been able to do... tempted, hmm? Or perhaps, if that technique was not your style, I could teach you a working that would unmake any cohesive magic or object that enters the area around you? After all..." The Sage looked Samuel in the eye. "Helmsborough wasn't the one who developed that entropic field he has. It's just a pale imitation...."
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Posted: Thu Aug 07, 2008 7:25 am
Hmm. Do I want a ride? There were advantages and disadvantages. For example, he hadn't had his scheduled psychological breakdown, yet. However, he did need to be in touch with people... hm. Scheduling conflicts everywhere.
"Don't worry about it yet, Paul. Thanks, though."
Turning back to Anthony, he said, "So... is there anything else it would be conceivable to teach me at the moment? I really have nothing to do until my group decides to meet back up again."
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Posted: Thu Aug 07, 2008 1:27 pm
Samuel smiled. On the inside, he was fighting to suppress Gurul.
<...>
"Sounds very enticing indeed. Ignoring the fact that your name sounds like food, we will work out the rewards after I find out what I can offer you. Both sides of the deal on the table, as it were."
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Posted: Thu Aug 07, 2008 2:18 pm
Soory, got a bit confused, all fixed!
Agnese leaned over her desk to see her assistant sitting on the floor. "Hey while you're down there can you open that bottom file cabinet and get me the pair of black and white Milan's?"
<(Haru...I know that name...Oh what did he do...Oh! I remember him! He was cute in an odd, scary, sort of way.)>
"Terrible tatse in men," Agnese sighed. "Ana Maria de San Juan de Villa Lobo. We named the firm after her, she's also the worlds oldest nagging mother."
<(I am not old! I'm a classic.)>
"Anyways it's nice to meet you."
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Posted: Thu Aug 07, 2008 3:11 pm
((Kuda... the name is in the post. "Haru Shimizu..." Also, I will not be on this frequently when I'm at work. The past two days have been my days off, FYI. Just so it isn't perceived as normal, ya know.))
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Posted: Thu Aug 07, 2008 4:29 pm
Anthony shrugged. "Feel like moving on to poisons yet, or do you want to keep practicing the shield?"
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"As it so happens," the Sage replied with a grin, "There's someone in the Warlock Hunters' employ - someone receiving the patronization of a Djinni. We want him dead. Sound like a deal?"
--
"Nice to meet you, too," Takeshi replied.
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Posted: Thu Aug 07, 2008 6:51 pm
"So, Dare I ask why you're sitting on the ground?"
<(Why did he approach me?)>
"Also, why did you start poking at me...us?"
Annoyed that she was still shoeless, Agnese went over to the cabinet that should have held important documents and pulled out a pair of shoes she wore around the office.
Carpet rushing towards her, pain, blood
Agnese tripped, thanking everything that she was at least on carpet. The cherrywood desk grazed her hairline and before she knew it she was on the ground.
"Ow."
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Posted: Thu Aug 07, 2008 8:37 pm
Takeshi, in one fluid motion, had sprung from the floor and moved to catch her; having been too far away, he was only able to help her back up.
"You have... balance problems, don't you?" he observed with a smile.
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