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Elsabeth Perry Carter

✡Slowly blinking his eyes, Garad continued to look down at Tommy for a few seconds more, before a small smile curved his lips. With a small shake of his head, while waiting for Tommy to finish drinking his water before replying. "I meant it and it makes me happy that you are willingly accepting. As for for a spar, that is a no can do, I have some discipline to be doling out later, you may watch if you wish. A dose of humility would do them wonders." he said softly as he went back to wiping out the glasses and placing them neatly in stacked rows behind the bar counter.

✡While do his task, Garad carefully thought how to word the last question he was posed. For him Elsa was a very delicate subject, one he preferred to skirt around, more so when she was in his general vicinity and could explode temper wise. Once today was good enough for him, without having to deal with her water locking both Tommy's and his heads. Letting out a soft, slow sigh Garad looked at the Vault, not seeing Elsa he pursed his lips as he spoke in a hushed tone of voice, "you are right, I am not a person to collect 'baggage' as you so delicately put it. As for her attitude, it is like yours, something was made apart of your personality and general being due to events. The clothing, well that you will see in a little while. She has been with me for the better part of ten years, and you best leave that subject alone. You don't want her wrath on your actual head. Cause if you thought what she did to your summons was low, she would kill you without a hesitation." his last words a blunt, cold fact.

Elsabeth Perry Carter

✡ Lifting his eyebrows up as he continued to watch the young man. A smile on his lips as he followed the gaze Tommy, to see him trying to analyze his ward. Giving a small shake of his head at the fact that Tommy wouldn't be able to get a sense of her. "Well then here is my offer, stick around after closing, watch the dolling of a punishment and then decide for yourself Tommy. Cause Elsabeth is not to be underestimated. I don't teach anyone for no reason. Your proof of that." he said in his gentle voice, only loud enough for Tommy to hear, cause at that moment Elliot and Elsabeth reached the bar and set their gathered inventory from the vault.

✡ Elsabeth set her stuff down and gave a leery look at Garad and Tommy, getting the feeling that they were discussing her just now. Giving a small shake of her head as she looked back at Elliot as he placed his arm load on the counter. "So now that this is done, what else do you want me to do?" her voice showing the mild irritation she still held her Garad, as she whipped her head back around to look at him. The look on his face made her back pedal a bit. "Actually yes. There is one more task before you start your shift for the night. Take Elliot upstairs, and get him situated in a room on the third floor."[/color[ His voice full of humor as he flashed a bright smile.

✡ Groaning as she threw back her head, Elsabeth spun on the balls of her feet so she was facing Elliot once more. "Okay you follow me. As for your Garad, your an a**. I really hate you right now." she hissed out, walking away. Turning her head over her shoulder briefly to stick her tongue out at Garad, before she faced forward and marched towards teh stairs that were stashed back behind the jutting of the stage and the door to the dressing room.

...Back to the old ways


I wonder, when did I wake up? Not in the traditional sense, but when did I start remembering things? I remember as a child, playing among the ashen remains of my ancestors and I remember in my adolescence, spending my hours wide awake at night equally as entertaining as getting into all sort of trouble during the day. And I remember, her, my first and last love, I remember us walking along the destroyed boardwalks of the past. I believe that I remember it, I want to believe that I do; but did really happen? That's when it finally showed its face, for years 'it" was just a stinging image in the back of my mind. The thing, in the yellow mask. It was always there, watching, guiding, I'd never given it much thought; but apparently it was paying close attention to me. My purpose, it said, was to return things to how it should be... That's when I woke up.


Mason, stopped in front of a rather dowdy building, the sign read 'Pawn & Bishop' undoubted from the looks of the interior, it was a type of bar. He exhaled deeply followed by a series of coughing fits, his bloodshot eyes rolled back from inside his head, as he collapsed to his knees trying to regain his poseur. Where did 'it' bring him this time? He thought. 'It" had a tendency to take over from time to time and take him places, sometimes a few miles, recently it took him across the country and back; his body never seemed to take any kind of physical toll from this, however it did leave him very disoriented and without any memory of the events between these episodes.

He touched the door, he knew he had to be here for some reason, why else would his body have been uncontrollably drawn here, but there was a dark thought in the back of his head. Like many other times went into these, "possessions" on rare occasions it ended with him and a corpse, or two. More often then not, they were summoners, there was no doubt in his mind he killed them. He shook his head and banished the thought, maybe, hopefully this time was different.