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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Feb 12, 2006 2:21:05 GMT -5
For those who want to pimp it up! Captain Jack is apparently among them.
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Post by Ainsophaur on Feb 25, 2006 4:11:36 GMT -5
Evan will leave the beachs with this half of himself and use it to releave the stress of his other half. He's going to look for the first whore house he can find....and bring with him enough booze to kill himself with.
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Feb 25, 2006 4:15:18 GMT -5
Evan wanders along through city streets. He finally finds a brothel, tastefully called "1001 Nights."
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Post by Ainsophaur on Feb 25, 2006 4:18:43 GMT -5
Does he have the booze? If not hes going to go buy some, then goto the brothel..and enters.
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Feb 25, 2006 4:23:33 GMT -5
I'm assuming that he took some of the team's special brew?
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Post by Ainsophaur on Feb 25, 2006 4:27:09 GMT -5
sure why not...once in side Im going to assume he'll meet the host/hostess.
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Feb 25, 2006 4:36:23 GMT -5
It is a hostess. The place is upholstered in a Victorian style and she is in a frully and thick dress. "Welcome, strapping young lad!", she says, channeling Roxana Troy and Grandma Halliwell all at the same time. What can Madame LeRoi do for you?"
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Post by Ainsophaur on Feb 25, 2006 13:05:48 GMT -5
"I need to relieve some stress....I just lost someone...very important to me..."
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Feb 25, 2006 16:42:36 GMT -5
She is taken aback for a moment. "Why, how sad! You should be mourning their death, not being with one of my girls! I only want those who wish to cast their inhibitions to the wind!"
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Post by Ainsophaur on Feb 25, 2006 17:23:55 GMT -5
"Oh shes not dead....well...its a long story....shes just...away....I've been looking for her for awhile now...and I need a break...."
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Feb 25, 2006 18:25:18 GMT -5
"Hmm. Well, I suppose it can't hurt to invert your frown, my dear." She takes out a frilly fan and begins fanning herself while she presses a button. In a few moments, a number of women come out, wearing everything from nothing to thick petticoats. One in particular catches Evan's eye, a dirty blonde girl wearing a leather jacket and punk attire. She winks at Evan and says, "Madame, I think this boy needs my care."
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Post by Ainsophaur on Feb 26, 2006 4:48:46 GMT -5
"I believe shes correct...."
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Feb 26, 2006 6:41:19 GMT -5
The girl takes Evan's hand. The Madame says, "Well, fair enough. Now, sir, I will need my proverbial pound of flesh. That would be 100 gold pieces or 10,000 in universal credits, I imagine UEG."
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Post by Ainsophaur on Feb 26, 2006 11:39:59 GMT -5
Evan will lean in and smell the blonde womens hair then hand the other lady the money.
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Feb 26, 2006 14:42:25 GMT -5
The hair has a simply incredible aroma, and also texture and feel. It is as if her hair was constantly changing, forming into something new and pleasant in a new way. Evan feels a little guilty, he supposes, but he does want to relax and satiate himself. The girl leads him to the room, a one up the balcony.
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Post by Ainsophaur on Feb 26, 2006 22:48:54 GMT -5
Quick question, how much money does Evan have on hand in Gp's?
Once they get into the room Evan will ask politely if he may take a seat in one of the chairs, then crack open his brew, and drown himself.
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Feb 26, 2006 22:53:44 GMT -5
At the moment, probably five million or so.
Evan pays. The room is adorned with posters of punk stars and accoutrements. Evan kicks back the foul concoction, actively bubbling, and amazingly feels it start to work. The girl says, "I assume you want me to do this for you?"
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Post by Ainsophaur on Feb 26, 2006 22:57:00 GMT -5
"....Pardon me?.....OH! sorry, accually....before we do anything I had a few questions....I hope it doesn't make you feel uncomfortable...." He'll take another swig then set the bottle down. "You see, as I was telling your hostess, Ive lost someone...and I do mean lost....she's alive...somewhere....well anyways..." He'll sigh "Fuck it...business is business....for ten thousand GP's would you be willing to roleplay for me? I don't need a fuck..I need emotional support..."
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Feb 26, 2006 23:01:47 GMT -5
The girl smiles. "How very prudish of you. But sure. What role am I supposed to be playing here?"
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Post by Ainsophaur on Feb 26, 2006 23:05:53 GMT -5
Evan frown "I do apologies....but my charm has left me long ago along with my love....I was hoping you could play the part of my lost love....I can give you all the information you need mentalicly."
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Feb 26, 2006 23:11:56 GMT -5
The girl smiles. "Oh, you mean her?" With a perfect simulacrum of Jess' voice, she says, "I'm so sorry, Evan. I'm so sorry I had to leave you like that. But I found myself. It's just too bad that you can never find me again..."
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Post by Ainsophaur on Feb 26, 2006 23:18:47 GMT -5
Evan will begin glaring "Thats almost alittle to good....I certainly hope this is as theroputic as I want it to be..."
"I'll find you kido....I just need more time....everyone says your happy in your new life....I hope when I find you it won't destory your happiness..."
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Feb 26, 2006 23:21:50 GMT -5
She touches Evan's face. He feels an incredible sensation, a warmth spreading through out his entire body, almost an antithesis of everything he now is and was. He feels himself almost rising. She says, "No, you've made your choice, Evan. You've chosen to fall in line with Tyrant."
The two are no longer in the brothel. They are now in a white expanse. There is a golf clapping sound behind the two. "What a weakness. And what an irony."
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Post by Ainsophaur on Feb 26, 2006 23:24:52 GMT -5
Evan will look to the clapping sound "We all have weaknesses..."
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Feb 26, 2006 23:27:32 GMT -5
A radiant woman in a flowing white dress with a single pocket holding a black rose, seeming to shift in the way that Arek or Jack do when looked upon, walks in. "Oh, do we? If I were Tyrant, I would admonish you on making unwarranted generalizations. And I always wondered which one of you patsies he would pick as his apprentice, and how how he hates that term."
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Post by Ainsophaur on Feb 26, 2006 23:32:47 GMT -5
Evan smiles at all this "I do find that rather funny myself. But please do tell me, Who, and what are you?"
Jack-
Jack says now frowning "You can't?! And why is that? To much? Tax reasons huh?...well then I'd like to buy all of the girls for one sesson...but only one is going to have to work."
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Feb 26, 2006 23:35:53 GMT -5
"A jailor generally does not tell her prisoner what she is. Just know that I intend to rectify a grievous error of the past, an error your master was complicit in."
She shakes her head. "Just because I run a brothel does not mean I have no code of ethics. And all of that would still only run you, say, 10,000, with amenities provided."
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Post by Ainsophaur on Feb 26, 2006 23:52:45 GMT -5
Evan continues smiling "Your not my jailor...and I am not your prisoner...." Evan mentally propare himself for the fight of his life and a soon coming death mentally-"I regret failing you Jessica...even if you would destory your happiness....I love you.....Thank you...for everything...Father...thank you for trainning me for this moment...Mother....I still think ill miss you the most....I love you..." He'll now let tears run down his face and smile and whispers to himself "Let go of living...and we shall have no more concerns of demise...controted...twisted...broken...." Evan will face the woman.."Because of you.......now save me this lose...and kill me..." Evan will ready his pick one handed and charge screaming "KILL ME!".
Jack frowns and becomes pouty "Your making this really hard to be a nice guy......I'll pay you whatever you want me to pay." Jack will attempt to do a magical scan of the building to locate Evan.
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Feb 27, 2006 0:01:54 GMT -5
The woman chuckles. "How strange! I thought you would be committed to looking at things as they are. Now I see that you are deluded. One and the same, really. And if I wanted to kill you, you would be dead. I happen to have need of you." She leans in close to Evan, and he feels fear but also a strange understanding. "All that you know, all that you are, all that your whole reality for all of the time it has existed is is built on the bones of the innocent. I intend to reverse that. You lost Jess long ago: she understands my quest. She is under my tutelage. You believe you have suffered? You lost one love, boy. I lost billions. You have lived for eighteen years. You know nothing, especially not the broken, contorted or twisted. The contempt of youth for its elders grows more laughable after each passing generation. Oh, and there will be no confrontation, either." As he charges forward, he strikes a strange field, a field of creation and destruction, remaking and destroying itself each passing instant. It is beyond his entropy and his stasis. The pick hits nothing. The girl that embraced him is now outside of the barrier, smiling in. "He's kind of cute, Mistress. Will he understand why he must be a Harbinger?"
Jack does not find Evan. He finds no traces. It is like Evan never existed.
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Post by Ainsophaur on Feb 27, 2006 0:12:33 GMT -5
"Your great wisdom is nothing, your concepts of what I know is laughable at best." "Belittle me all you please. Rape my mind of what I know. It matters not. I care not. The moment I am free I be joining the great wheel. I will not be part of your revolution. Hows that for conflict, you arogent bitch."
Jack glares "Somethings not right...." Jack mentalicly screams to Xeno "Somethings wrong...Your son was just here, now he's not....I need assistance, quick fast and in a hurry. You might want to contact Tyrant as well, unless this is a trick he taught him."
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