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Post by Tout-Perd on Sept 9, 2008 23:36:35 GMT -5
Wreckage was all that was left... Not literally, but figuratively. Her research was all gone, wasted by a group of hooligans. Her funding was reduced to chicken feed, punishment for a failure most grave. The respect her fellows had for her... Null and void. Gone away. Possibly for good. She sighed, and took another sip of her coffee. That's why she was here now... Venice, of all places. Following a lead. She balefully looked around, squinting into the sunlight of the perfect summer day.
A flicker of blue caught her eyes, and she snapped to attention, her eyes glowing eerily as she followed it through the crowd on the other side of the canal. It bobbed around in the midst of the masses, and started to turn a corner. Blaise slumped back in her seat. It was just a woman wearing a blue hat. Not the contact she needed to find here. Maybe it wasn't the right approach that she was taking? She began thinking of how to work a charm that would filter the light to help her better find the shade of hair the woman had in the photograph.
She held the photograph up, examining it again. Aqua blue locks, cut short with two neat braids in the bangs framing her face. Glasses sat on the bridge of her nose, her eyes an intense shade of cerulean... This girl, Aquara Oceanara, was the key to what she had been seeking. If she found her, she might be able to finally get some of that old glory back.
Meanwhile, many of the people passing by the small café took time to gawk at a seemingly uncaring woman, sitting at a table all alone in a meticulously clean lab coat. If they looked long enough, they'd notice the two thin, stoppered beakers in her hair, filled with some odd fluid. Subtlety and tact were things that Blaise had never researched on a social level.
OOC: Oddly enough, it seems that Chords became a launching point for many RPs. It's launched three thusfar, although in this one, it's second to the aftermath of Humanus.
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Post by Beelzebibble on Sept 9, 2008 23:44:58 GMT -5
OOC - Really? What were the other two?
And you didn't reject Blaise after all! Niiiice. Now, do I bring Terrian in at some point and let them go at it, or do I overwork the King of Clubs by dragging him in and possibly establishing some connection between him and the Parmigianino Institute? Or do I throw in Rhometer and Higgledy-Piggledy for the hell of it once I can better understand what their effect would be on the topic? OR DO I DO SOME COMBINATION OF THE ABOVE. TIME WILL TELL.
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Post by Albatross Trevelyan on Sept 10, 2008 22:13:57 GMT -5
OOC: Regardless of what you say Lee, I'm going to post anyway. =]
BIC: Aquara stepped off of the ferry that just docked in beautiful Venice.
"Did you have a nice trip Ma'am" A man said with a heavy Italian accent.
Smiling, ignoring the smell the filled her nostrils "Yes thank you" Bowing her head she walked off the wooden pier into the busy streets. She procured a book from her back pocket. What is it I am looking for?. Aquara adjusted her glasses, and her beautiful blue eyes looked down the various streets that surrounded her.
"Hmmm...." Aquara said softly to her self. She ran her fingers through her short blue hair and itched her head. She proceeded down the street full of people in front of her, passing a small open café. She looked to her right, and seen a woman relaxing, seeming to be looking for a certain someone. Shaking her head she continued forward looking for her destination.
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Post by Tout-Perd on Sept 10, 2008 23:28:42 GMT -5
"YOU!" The woman shouted, her voice intense and driven. She threw herself from her seat, grabbing Aquara by the shoulder, and barely dodging a punch that shot by her head with enough power to blow through a wall by jerking to the side. She ducked, avoiding another reflexive blow, this one a rising elbow that would have shattered her skull in multiple places. Jumping back, Blaise raised her hand to Aquara, hopefully stopping her from attacking.
"Sorry, my apologies. What occurred here was merely a misunderstanding, a most gruesome faux pas. Excuse my boorishness. It seems that I have been searching for an individual with a rather astounding resemblance to you in this very region, and my quest has grown rather beleaguering." Blaise paused, and inhaled deeply.
"Upon noticing you, I seized my opportunity, and ceased your movement in the most expeditious manner possible. Unfortunately, instead of conveying a burning desire to converse with you, I instead appeared to be some kind of deviant member of the proletariat or some manner of adversary to you... That is not my intent, as you have already perceived." She stopped this time biting her lip slightly. She attempted mentally to run an identification charm, only to have it fizzle.
"So it is indeed you. Aquara Oceanara. I am commonly called Blaise Euler, and am most delighted to have finally located you."
OOC: Verbosity is Blaise's game, as a few of you already know. I enjoy writing that portion of her personality, and will try to do it correctly from now on.
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Post by Albatross Trevelyan on Sept 13, 2008 16:38:26 GMT -5
Aquara lowered her fists "Blaise Euler is that right? And what business do you have with me?" She straightened her hair and adjusted her clothes.
"I have business to attend here, why don't we talk and walk... its more efficient."
OOC: There isn't much for me to do here...
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Post by Tout-Perd on Sept 16, 2008 1:10:24 GMT -5
"Efficiency. It would appear that you already have some notions as to the manner of person that I am, and they're faily accurate." Blaise smirked slightly, and waited for Aquara to indicate the direction that they were headed. Once she did, Blaise fell into stride beside her.
"Anyways, I've been receiving minute morsels of information about an event that occurred almost a year ago. Something called the Humanus Tournament, which I heard that you were in." Blaise's voice betrayed no emotion at this point, though her eyes had a spark to them.
"I found that I was able to scry on the precedings without mishap, but after the event had concluded, all of my attempts to locate any of the contestants were met with failure. This is most unfortunate, as I observed something about Flora Isobel, the swordswoman, that makes me most anxious, and I haven't been capable of divining her location." Blaise stopped talking, gasping for breath while she tried to maintain alongside Aquara's powerful, tireless strides.
"It was only by the most advantageous of happenstance that I saw your name on a list of flights to Venice. Figuring that you might have some inkling as towards the present whereabouts of Miss Isobel, I came here to inquire of you." Blaise's voice rose to a hopeful note at the end of the sentence.
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Post by Albatross Trevelyan on Sept 17, 2008 11:48:44 GMT -5
"Hmph... I do not know where Isobel is..." Aquara said hastening her walk, "Though, I wouldn't mind going up against her again." Aquara let out a maniacal laugh, "I just love to fight, and the new moves I learned. The techniques I've gained. Hahaha" she lifted her hand to just outside her mouth. "No one can beat me." Aquara turned to Blaise, "Do you know how to fight Blaise, your dodging skills are excellent, but do you know how to fight when you have nothing to hold back." Smiling, "Ever since I was just a child; Martial arts has been a part of my life. I mixed my techniques: Kick boxing, Gymnastics, Karate, Jujitsu, you name it, I have some sort of move in my arsenal!" Laughing again, she stopped walking suddenly, "I am headed to an important Marine Science University here in Venice. You can join me if you want, and we will discuss Isobel if like." With that Aquara continued forward in her direction.
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Post by Tout-Perd on Sept 18, 2008 0:50:47 GMT -5
OOC: Gonna wait for more entries for a little bit, and see what crops up.
Oh, and Photu, the three RPs to stem from Chords are as follows: Whisper in my Ear, Chains Lips and Voices, and Triannual. Chords was referenced in one other one, but it's not connected to that one's main plot.
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Post by hermes on Nov 3, 2008 23:29:30 GMT -5
Ryuu bumped in Aquara, with Aya right beside him. Aya gave the girl a 'perfect ten' evil eye. "Watch where you're going mortal." Aya said in a low voice, while Ryuu pulled himself to his feet, apologizing. "Sorry about that, I should have been paying more attention." He made a slight bow, "I'm Ryuu, and this is Aya." He said, then turned to Aya. "Can we please not kill anyone right now? It is crowded..." He said in a low voice.
Aya looked at him for a long moment, her expression softening, and eventually she nodded. Ryuu let out a shallow sigh of relief, and kissed her gentle on the forehead. "Thank you." He whispered, then turning back to Aquara and Blaise. "Um, I'm sorry if we got off on the wrong foot. How about I buy some coffee or something to make up for it?" He asked hopefully, standing protectively in front of Aya. Her silver hair and blood red cats eyes marked her clearly as a vampire, though she was from the noble class, anyone with interest in the supernatural could probably recognize that.
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Post by Albatross Trevelyan on Nov 5, 2008 0:50:37 GMT -5
Aquara shook her head slightly, surprised by the sudden bump of a stranger... yet again. "Excuse me," she said frustrated, "It seems that I am "running" into everyone today..."
Aquara accepted the apologies, though her reflexes almost getting the best of her, "Your lucky that I didn't react, I would've gotten very violent," Aquara laughed, "I already to an aggressive toward another individual, I think I have grown used to it by now."
"Coffee? If its alright with my newly met friend, then I would be more than happy to sit down for a cup of Joe."
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Post by Tout-Perd on Nov 10, 2008 0:40:38 GMT -5
"I'm not exactly the combatative type, I admit. Of course, such being said, it is not any indication of weakness on my part. First and foremost, Aquara, I am, and have always been, a researcher. There are many and diverse methods of observing my subjects, but the only manner that has satisfactorily achieved my projected goals is a first-hand approach," Blaise took a deep breath, and continued talking, seemingly unphased by Aquara's bravado.
"In rather more simplistic terms, I find that my line of research stipulates, on some level, that I be drawn in conflict with greater frequency than the typical individual. Thus, as logic dictates, I have honed my skills to a razor fine edge, to become better capable of carrying out my job."
"Most certainly, I would be delighted to accompany you on such an occasion!" Blaise paused, meeting Aquara's gaze for a moment. "Although the typical mundane science holds little mystique for those of us of a more mystical persuasion, biology still does not yield to our most advanced techniques willingly. Even I, with my intellectual leanings, have learned only the barest fundamentals of the field."
Blaise's rare moment of humility was interrupted by their collision. Deciding it would be for the best of Aquara handled the conflict, Blaise began evaluating the two that they had encountered. One was clearly some subspecies of vampire, although being active in the late afternoon and in a region with so much running water clearly eliminated the traditional Romanian archetype. The other individual had an odd aura about him that Blaise couldn't quite place. Blaise continued eyeballing him even after Aquara had made peace with them, watching for some sign of his supernatural capabilities.
"The appelation that is typically attributed to me is Blaise. Surname Euler. And although I would generally put my emphasis on expedience over pleasure, I suppose that I could deign to imbibing some sort of liquid peace offering," Blaise said, her tone cordial.
OOC: And yes, I know what she's saying. I only use words I know, though I think I played a little fast and loose with a few of them.
Photu should be joining pretty soon, so maybe we'll collide with him at our next stop.
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Post by Beelzebibble on Nov 13, 2008 10:11:52 GMT -5
OOC - Wait, I forgot how well this works for me. In fact this is exactly what I've always wanted to do. Okay, sweet. Introducing here a mechanic that Terrian and his Triannual duplicate have already hinted at rather heavily, and which they'll be explaining more fully at the end of that RP, I predict.
"So," said Terrian. "Let's see if this works."
He and his duplicate were standing in a tiny flat in Venice, surrounded by piles of books: Italian novels, books of poetry, plays, programmes from operas, travel guides, and every imaginable dictionary and lexicon of Italian. Terrian's duplicate was dressed simply. He had spent the last six months in this flat, living on little, exploring the city and its language. Terrian had come to visit not only to sample that knowledge, but to try something else.
"Very well," said the duplicate.
He took a step forward, precisely onto the point where Terrian was standing. In another instant, he wasn't there at all -- but Terrian's mind reeled with a thousand new memories -- reabsorbing a duplicate had never been such a shock -- it was as though an entire different life was being superimposed on his own. He stood for a moment and relished his new experiences: the gondolier who sang as he rowed, the merchants on the cobbled streets, the monasteries...
Then he remembered his goal. He sifted through the memories of this other Terrian, watching his actions, discerning his behavior. If left outside for that long, he had found, duplicates started to develop their own personalities. He wanted to reproduce that same personality in a new duplicate.
So he took a breath, and stepped forward. Behind him there was a duplicate.
"Come e?" Terrian asked.
The duplicate did not smile, but he said, "E perfetto."
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And so the duplicate had stayed in his flat, to continue his studies, eventually to move elsewhere in Europe (Provence, perhaps, he said, to learn French), and after consideration Terrian had suggested it would be convenient if the duplicate took on a nickname, and apprehending that he was the first in a series the duplicate had christened himself Alpha.
Terrian was booked for a week in the city and would meet Alpha later in the day for dinner, but at the moment he was eager to test his new Italian fluency, and so he set off into Venice by himself. He had the empowering experience of ordering his coffee in perfect Italian, before settling into a chair outside the cafe and watching the passersby.
That was when he noticed four unusual-looking people walking together toward the cafe. One of them was almost supernaturally pale, and...
And. Shit.
"Maledizione," he muttered floridly, and hastened to move his chair around to the other side of the table, so as not to show his face to the newcomers, one of whom he recognized as none other than Blaise Euler. The crazy researcher from the Parmigianino Institute. Somehow, after he and a duplicate had annihilated her uplink and their friend Helen had knocked her unconscious, his hopes weren't high that she had fond memories of him.
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Post by hermes on Nov 15, 2008 0:59:25 GMT -5
Ryuus eye's flashed red, and his hair briefly tinted silver, as the young woman spoke. Though he quickly reasserted control over himself, brushing off her casual arrogance as impatience and ill temperment. "Well, I think this one would be already actually." He said, eyeing a cafe across from them, while restraining Aya with an arm on the shoulder.
"This table looks alright," Ryuu said, sitting down at a table across from a rather dashing young gentlemen who had a bit of a nervous look about him. Ryuu gave himself a mental shrug, and looked around for a waitress. A quick hand signal declared his intention to buy, and he turned back to his newfound guests. "So, what takes your fancy?" He asked politely.
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Post by Tout-Perd on Nov 25, 2008 1:48:50 GMT -5
"Certainly. It's rather implausible that any other establishment convenient to our itinerary would have enough of an advantage in either frugality or excellence that it would be prudent to opt for them instead of our present, most immediate option," Blaise used her hands to sweep her lab coat under her as she took as seat beside Terrian.
"To be completely candid with you, I am quite lacking in preference when it comes to selecting fare to consume. In my... previous occupation, I seldom had much in the way of options beyond that of the greatest convenience," Blaise shrugged, the test tubes clicking together. Taking advantage of the pause that offering the selection of her drink to the others had offered, she leaned over to Terrian.
"I've observed you in your routine for the two weeks preceeding this one. Simulacrum, would it be an inconvenience for you to inform me of the next occasion upon which I would be capable of procuring a conference with your derivation? It's an issue of the utmost urgency," Blaise whispered, ignoring the reactions of the group around her to her seemingly random approach to a stranger.
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Post by Beelzebibble on Nov 25, 2008 9:49:16 GMT -5
Terrian, who had been staring raptly down at his cup of coffee, looked up slowly at Blaise Euler in the pretense not to have realized that her last wall of words had been directed at him. After rummaging through her statement as best as his short-term memory could reproduce it, Terrian came to the tentative conclusion that it didn't seem as though she was asking whether he'd prefer to be knifed in the chest or the neck. In fact, insofar as he could slog through her slew of ten-dollar words (he wasn't even clear what a "simulacrum" was, although it sounded vaguely like the kind of word he ought to know), Terrian thought she might be asking him for a meeting.
Still. That might translate to "When's the most convenient time I can throttle you and dump you into the canal?" So Terrian employed his signature cunning and presence of mind to produce the safest answer.
"Penso che vogliate qualcun'altro," he said brusquely, before turning his gaze back down to his coffee.
OOC: "I think you want someone else." Hopefully. I know of Italian only what I remember from a year of study when I was like ten, and what online dictionaries can confirm for me.
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Post by hermes on Nov 26, 2008 2:35:56 GMT -5
"Sei sicuro? Pare che lei ti conosca, ma non loro siamo già incontrati?" Ryuu asked the young man, though he obviously understood and could likely speak English. He thought it most likely he wanted to avoid contact with the woman, though for what reason he couldn't fathom why. He smiled at Aya, motioning for her to sit down. "Why don't you put it on for a while? There is no great need for you to protect me now."
Aya scowled for a long moment, though she did it without rude contortions of her face, and finally nodded. Ryuu pulled a rosary from his pocket, and Aya draped it from her neck. The oppressive pressure that had been coming from her vanished, and her red eye's and silver hair turned a deep green, and a very light, nearly pink red respectively.
She smiled, darker aspects of her personality evaporating. She moved a chair closer to Ryuu, and clung to his arm defensively. Ryuu rolled his eye's and kissed her on the brow. "Its good to see you again." He said, Aya nodded vigorously, uncharacteristically ignoring everyone else while she focused on him. Ryuu nearly blushed, when the waiter came by. "Ah!" He said cheerfully, "Fragolina di bosco, da passare al filtro, ed nocciola da passare al filtro." He looked at the others, "And what would you all like?"
OOC: Ryuu first asks if Terrian is sure, and says that she seems quite sure of herself. (Not that exact wording.) The order if for a Strawberry Filtered Coffee, which is Aya's favorite, and a Hazelnut Filtered Coffee, which Ryuu is quite fond of.
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Post by Albatross Trevelyan on Dec 7, 2008 14:31:28 GMT -5
Aquara sat down at the table, and smiled like she knew what the people around her were talking about. She picked the menu up, holding it upside down, and flipping it over confusingly. "I knew I should've read that manual on the way here..." Aquara paused tapping her chin thinking. "How do I ask for a coffee again..."
Aquara turned to Ryuu, "Could ya place an order for me, I don't even know how to speak this language. I want a coffee cake, and some french vanilla coffee..." she said with a friendly tone.
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Post by Tout-Perd on Dec 9, 2008 0:39:12 GMT -5
Blaise began repeating Terrian's comment under her breath, holding onto the words as her eyes took on an unearthly sheen. A moment later, she responded to his statement.
"Doubtful. On both a genetic and spiritual level, you are virtually identical to the derivatives that he produced in a prior-" Blaise paused, realizing that the word 'conflict' would likely trip some kind of alarm bell for the gentleman. "Conference. So, it seems that your reticience is stemming from some other factor."
Blaise was growing impatient. She had recorded telepathic signals between Terrian and his copies during the incident, and this individual clearly had a subconscious telepathy routine up and running. Unless there was a whole race of people who were identical, and only certain ones with powers like Terrian, he should be admitting to something by now... She'd have to resort to magical force, soon, if he wasn't going to confess his connection.
OOC: Dangit, Blaise! Do you want to go in the scrap heap again? Stop being so incredibly focused while Kevin and Prime gave me wonderful material to RP with!
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Post by Beelzebibble on Dec 9, 2008 1:01:11 GMT -5
OOC: Yay, Blaise! Do you want a pat on the head? Forget about what the common rabble does and think about nothing but Terrian! Anyway, time for him to realize something I've known since Blaise first spoke to him. I love having more knowledge than Terrian Brogue. That always leads to good times.
Terrian gently added sugar to his coffee and stirred it without looking at Blaise Euler. Clearly there was no convincing her she had the wrong guy. But... this phrase, "you are virtually identical to the derivatives that he produced"... Now Terrian could guess what "simulacrum" meant. She thought she was talking to a duplicate. In fact -- Terrian mentally shook himself, he should have picked up on this immediately -- that bit about observing his routine -- she thought she was talking to Alpha. Having apparently concluded in her observations that Alpha wasn't the original, she now had no reason to suppose that the original himself should have come to Venice.
Terrian, whose mind always worked fastest when it was forced to improvise wildly, processed all this as he set his spoon down on the table. If Blaise Euler thought she was talking to a duplicate, well, that had to constitute an opportunity. For what exactly, it was too early to tell, but Terrian had pulled off enough scams in the last few years to know that any lie was a good lie if you didn't think it was the right time to tell the truth.
So when he finally looked back at Blaise Euler, his response was, "Okay. You got me. What do you need to see the original for?"
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Post by Tout-Perd on Dec 9, 2008 1:17:30 GMT -5
Blaise eyed the other three with her cautiously. She whispered a word beneath her breath, and then touched Terrian on the shoulder. To the others, it would sound like she was speaking about pointless drivel with the man, instead of her intentions. She always had to be cautious about them.
"The most expedient way to state it is that your archetype has accrued a significant debt with me. His antics at the Parmigianino Institute essentially annhilated virtually a year of confirmed information, and if you were erudite when it came to the behaviors of researchers of the paranormal-" Blaise clenched her fist, "You'd know that beyond the initial data repository, we seldom duplicate our work until it is ready to be published. Piracy is too prevalent for any other manner of conduct. And it just so happened that Mister Brogue struck right before I was prepared to conclude my studies."
"In a simpler manner of speaking, omitting the cause of my grievances against him, Terrian Brogue owes me several months of labor, or at least significant aid in my studies," Blaise tried to look him in the eyes, to see what his true opinion was on the situation.
OOC: BLAISE, LOOK AROUND YOU. GO PLAY WITH AQUARA. SHE'S A NICE GIRL. STOP MESSING WITH THIS TERRIAN FELLOW.
Terrian is good at hijacking RPs, isn't he? Of course, it's just this scene, which will allow us to drag him into the plot as a whole, so it's not really that bad.
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Post by hermes on Dec 9, 2008 4:03:11 GMT -5
Ryuu snapped his fingers in front of Blaise face, "Sorry, we all appericiate your need to keep things private under those circumstances. But I have twofold comments to make. First of all, everyone at this table has a supernatural level of ability. Which generally includes hearing, so if you want to have a personal chat, I'd suggest crossing the street." He said, shrugging helplessly.
"Two," Aya continued for Ryuu, "This man is flesh and blood. If he was a construct, Ryuu and I wouldn't be tempted to feed on him." Ryuu nudged her sharply in the ribs, no need to tell everyone at the table he was some weird vampire metamorphasis case. She grunted, and blushed. "Sorry," She whispered, sitting back down. In this instance, it was so incredably low, it was really only Ryuu who heard her.
Ryuu gave the waitress Aquara's order, then scratched at his head as she walked off. "As for matters of debt. You do supernatural research, I don't find it unlikely your base was trashed for good reason. I've had my own bad experiences with that type of lab and research, so I'm afraid I'm inclined to support whatever action this man, Terrian was it? Whatever Terrian decides to do about the situation." Ryuu smiled as the waitress returned with the coffee, "Ah, grazie!" He passed the coffee's to Aquara and Aya respectively, and sat silently sipping his own for a moment.
"So," He said, addressing himself to Terrian, "What do you wish to do?"
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Post by Beelzebibble on Dec 9, 2008 9:46:40 GMT -5
OOC: Yeah, I don't think Terrian is fixin' to steal any long-term spotlight in this RP; it's just that his post-Chords situation with Blaise demanded a few posts to resolve.
Terrian gaped at the pale couple, realized he was holding his coffee mug, finished his coffee, and resumed gaping at the pale couple. He was now sitting at a cafe table in Venice with a paranormal scientist who wanted to keep him as her pet for a few months, two -- vampires or werewolves or something that went bump in the night -- and another lady who looked nice enough but who was probably going to turn out to be, shit, some kind of psycho ninja assassin at this point.
Then he remembered what exactly the pale man had just asked him. Terrian's response was, "This."
He immediately got up, turned around and walked away from the cafe, trying to keep it at a nice brisk pace, not wanting to flat-out run away because of the attention he would draw from all the other people around him in the square.
OOC: Stop him! Don't let him get away! Use magic or something! I'm not trying to abort this topic early, but I could think of nothing Terrian Brogue would be more likely to do once Ryuu and Aya dropped that "feed on him" bomb than try to beat it while his heart was still beating.
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Post by hermes on Dec 9, 2008 12:54:53 GMT -5
Aya stood up, she wasn't wearing the rosary anymore. Next second, Terrian bumped into her, as she was directly in his path. "I don't like prejudice." She said, suddenly Ryuu was standing beside her as well. He was scowling, but it wasn't at Terrian. "Leave it Aya, its not like either of us kill to feed. I'll explain, no need to get mad and make him anemic." He said shrugging. Aya sighed, "You never let me have any fun." She put the rosary back on.
Ryuu shook his head, his arm around her. He looked down at Terrian, "Uh, look. She likes the hunt. If you run away scared, she's gonna chase ya and bite ya. Just because its fun for her. She won't kill you though, neither will I. We, uh, well we're not stupid. Some are, but we aren't. There's no reason to kill a human you feed on, blood sustains us, not life." He shrugged helplessly, then leaned over.
"Just for the record, I'm not technically a vampire. I still prefer steak, beef, pork, good stuff. Anyways seriously, back to the table, unless your good with Aya making you a blood donor. And I should point out, either of us could easily catch you, no matter how desperately you run." He helped Terrian to his feet. "Your best bet here, is just to lose your fear of her." He frowned, then sadly added, "And me."
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Post by Albatross Trevelyan on Dec 9, 2008 18:50:35 GMT -5
Aquara crossed her legs, sipping her coffee, and breaking off small pieces of the treat, delicately chewing and savoring the flavor of a foreign delight. "This so rich, and it practially melts in your mouth..." Aquara said seemingly undisturbed by the fact that two supposed vampires had just disappeared from the table.
"So," Aquara said directed at Blaise, "You wanna keep that--er--Terrian guy as a researcher for a few months?" She snickered, "It doesn't seem likely that an orginization wouldn't leave some form of copy tabulations of there research. It seems as that is a 'unwise' choice on your part." Aquara sipped at her coffee gently, as not to burn her lips or tongue, "It seems that, you should let him off easily, because it is his fault that he destroyed research, but it should've been the responsibility of the institute to make records of any important pieces of information."
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Post by hermes on Dec 9, 2008 19:36:40 GMT -5
"That is to say," Ryuu said, continuing for Aquara as he basically force marched Terrian back to the table. "That its your own damn fault for not backing up your research to a personal hard drive or the like. Keep it in a vault if you feel...insecure. But the only way to be assured of data's continued existence is to make copies." He shrugged, "Security or progress hmmm?" He then rolled his eye's, "Why didn't you store the data to an arcane log anyways? You can't destroy what exists in a seperate dimension. Or, not accidentally, and not without great effort."
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Post by Tout-Perd on Dec 9, 2008 20:39:34 GMT -5
"You all seem to be incapable of comprehending the predicament. When dealing in the arcane, knowledge is quite literally power, the most potent device for virtually any task imaginable. Obviously for any individual that is capable of summating two addends, that means that any mage interested in turning a profit needs only to turn their pursuits towards privateering."
"You seem to be of the opine that it's a small feat to barricade information against intruders, but nothing could be any more remote from the actual situation. I must shield my data against individuals who can be anywhere, who are capable of doing anything. While transdimensional storage may be a hinderance to the typical human hacker, for those of a less mundane persuasion, it's trivial," Blaise ignored her coffee, the drink going cold as she rambled on about security.
"Mayhaps the best way to demonstrate the concept for you is a comparison that colludes somewhere between the experiences of the present parties. Magic is a hybrid of martial arts and modern computer science. It is akin to martial arts in that it is a learned course of actions, taught to be remembered, not a tool for instant use. However, on the other hand, like the modern advent of digital technology, it grows exponentially in both overall capacity and versatility."
"A new school of magic, when created, is a significant event. Just from the individuals wishing to be educated in said school, one could become wealthy enough to never need to work again. Include the teachers of older schools, compensating the creator for the use of her research to improve and solidify their own methods, and it becomes worth more than most people could even begin to fathom," Blaise took a sip of her coffee, not caring about its taste or temperature. She just needed to wet her lips so that she could continue her speach.
"With that stated, it only makes sense to fortify one's notes as much as one is capable. My clipboard, the center of such wards, was always on hand and secure against theft. Any duplications would just have been more vulnerabilities to exploit."
"Essentially, when all is said and done, this man's progenitor did the equivalent of immolating the manual for a new style of martial arts and the blueprints for a new line of computer while breaking into my residence," Blaise stopped speaking, her chest heaving from talking for so long with such rapidity. She took a swig of her drink, and wiped her lips with a napkin.
"I still retain a majority of the information in my mind, but due to the neccessary steps to submit a school to the High Guild of Mages, I have been impeded in my progress by several months."
OOC: BLAISE, STOP BEING SO MOUTHY! DO YOU WANT TO GO BACK IN THE BOX?
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