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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on May 19, 2006 11:47:46 GMT -5
The elevator includes some other people. The fifth floor is a food court, with everything from a Chahabako Greens to a pizza place. The people are many and of dozens of races.
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Post by Vincent Hack on May 19, 2006 17:27:18 GMT -5
as was to be expected, anything even remotely out of place here
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on May 23, 2006 13:41:38 GMT -5
Aside from the group of demons in a rib-eating contest, no.
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Post by Vincent Hack on May 24, 2006 18:17:27 GMT -5
human or animal ribs
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on May 25, 2006 4:21:54 GMT -5
Animal.
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Post by Vincent Hack on Jun 1, 2006 19:13:31 GMT -5
again expected, well lets try a little mind jacking, Hack sits down at a table in the food court with a newspaper and mentally "probes" for something that will let him mindjasck into the security system
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Jun 1, 2006 19:59:24 GMT -5
He doesn't find any convenient access points in the food court.
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Post by Vincent Hack on Jun 5, 2006 18:15:40 GMT -5
next floor then
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Jun 5, 2006 19:47:35 GMT -5
The next floor is the lobby of a real estate firm. A red-haired broad woman and a Fish Tribesman type and answer phones.
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Post by Vincent Hack on Jun 6, 2006 18:13:42 GMT -5
screw this all the way to the top
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Jun 7, 2006 7:29:55 GMT -5
As you take the elevator up, Hack is amazed to find a man who actually appears interesting. He is at least apparently the portrait of blandness: Gray suit, black tie, gray hair, and despite all the apparent signs of youth there is the gravitas of age swirling around him. He nods and says, "Top floor as well?"
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Post by Vincent Hack on Jun 8, 2006 17:39:01 GMT -5
"mm,hm"
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Jun 8, 2006 19:22:45 GMT -5
The man is upon closer inspection revealed to be an older Samoan. He says, "Taciturn, are we? I'm sorry, but the ride up the elevator is a bit long, so you may wish to converse. Are you here on business or pleasure?"
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Post by Vincent Hack on Jun 13, 2006 17:34:27 GMT -5
"little of both acctually"
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Jun 13, 2006 19:16:48 GMT -5
"Hmmmm, for me business IS pleasure. May I be so presumptuous as to ask your name?"
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Post by Vincent Hack on Jun 14, 2006 18:01:38 GMT -5
"Vincent"
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Jun 14, 2006 19:39:50 GMT -5
"I am Wā'pauʻole Wamauloa." (In Hawaiian, his name means Eternity Eternity). He seems to fiddle a bit, then there is a strange tendril of... time around you. "Are you here having been told to look for a vampire?"
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Post by Vincent Hack on Jun 15, 2006 18:11:05 GMT -5
"well acctually half vampire"
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Jun 15, 2006 20:45:32 GMT -5
"I am on the same business."
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Post by Vincent Hack on Jun 16, 2006 18:12:31 GMT -5
"hmm"
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Jun 17, 2006 5:49:21 GMT -5
"You may call me Wapau-Wamau, if you so please. So, what brought you to this point in your life?"
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Post by Vincent Hack on Jun 23, 2006 14:47:57 GMT -5
"this elevator ride aint long enough for me to explain that"
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Jun 23, 2006 16:49:42 GMT -5
"My good sir, I assure you: It is."
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Post by Vincent Hack on Jul 7, 2006 16:35:07 GMT -5
"well basically i'm here to learn how to hunt my hated foe by one who has spent his entire life hunting his own kind, the details of my past are an unpleasant topic to put it at the universe's largest understatement"
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Jul 7, 2006 17:18:26 GMT -5
"I see. In my experience, the more one shares one's story, the more one accepts it as the past. I know at least a bit about time and its effect. You will be healed, I am sure." Oddly enough, it seems that the lights that they're hitting are the same ones over and over...
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Post by Vincent Hack on Jul 10, 2006 16:18:52 GMT -5
"with my reputation you may know something about me, I was kidnapped by the Minutemen when I was six years old, experimented on, modified, tortured and reprogrammed for seven years untill I broke out, killing almost everything I saw, the Minutemen have stalked me killing the few I trusted and loved, they wanted to create a living weapon, one that's only desire was to kill, and they act suprised when it want's to kill what it saw, them. I want each of them to suffer as I have suffered, especially in the early years when even the slightest twitch wracked my body with pain for days" (and yes his voice grows much angrier as he speaks). "If I could I would re-create the old Hell for them and those like them."
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Jul 11, 2006 21:41:47 GMT -5
The man nods. "Slaves to the past cannot create their own time in the present. Forgiveness is not for the assailants, but the victims."
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Post by Vincent Hack on Jul 12, 2006 16:46:55 GMT -5
"hmm" there is a very tangable feeling of anger about the elevator now emmanating from hack
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Jul 12, 2006 21:25:51 GMT -5
Wapau-Wamau nods. It seems that an hour passes without motion, the anger leaking from Hack very palpably in a cathartic sense. It finally dings. "We're here."
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Post by Vincent Hack on Jul 19, 2006 18:31:17 GMT -5
"well, shall we"
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