"Well, then, I'll have to do that, won't I?"
He nods, smiling, and reaches to give Angie's hand a squeeze.
"And really? I'd have thought a pretty woman like yourself would have lots of attention," he half-teases, although he's serious about the compliment.
Angie shakes her head. "Oh I meet a lot of people sure. Either I work with them, or they work for me, and then there are the families who..."
She sighs not sure how to explain her story, she figures she will go with the abridged version of it.
"You remember how I have angel blood? Well after a series of events, and all the healing I have done, the few resurrections. Well people are calling me a saint, they have paintings of me in their church. It is sorta creepy, but they are all really nice people. It's just hard to get to close to someone who sees you like that."
"...ahhh, I see. Yeah, that could make it...awkward," the ghost admits, nodding in understanding. "But I suppose it's better to be known as a saint than...otherwise. And I promise I won't be ordering any stained-glass windows of you anytime soon," he adds, seeking to make her smile.
"Yeah that would be great. I still have to figure out where exactly we are going, so there isn't a huge rush. She suggested we go to some of the places my grandfather had gone adventuring. The only problem is figuring out where that was. I was still a little kid when he passed, he didn't tell me about stuff like that."
"Yeah? That would be great I have a few ideas as where to start but they are a bit of a stretch. One of my old trainers knew him, had adventured with him. But I haven't seen her since I was 13. Besides that I might be able to reach out to our old bosses."
Doesn't sound like she really looked forward to talking to her old bosses, who he also apparently worked for.
Those memories are never very far from Angie's thoughts. And while she isn't all that upset at the moment she is happy to have another hug.
"Though I will admit, they haven't been terrible to me. They are after all angels. They are the ones that got me the money. They set me up with a pretty sweet accountant who has been very helpful in setting up all sorts of deals. I wonder if he could get a hold of them."
Unfortunately, it's three people- it seems Latella decided to tag along. "Hello. I'm Ekkehard Ohtheresson, and we're going to burn down a house infested with kobolds. Kareem said you know lots about arson, and that I should talk to you." Ekkehard does hope that James knows enough to stop him from getting burnt again.
James raises an eyebrow. This one isn't the least bit subtle, is he?
"Whoa whoa whoa, now hold on. That's all very fine and dandy, Mr. Echo Ottersong, but how do I know you're not just my parole officer in a magic dress? He's been trying to pin everything from the apartment fires to the Magtok slaying on me to get my ass back in the Pen Company. Who's to say this isn't just a Remnant sting op?"
He shakes his head, and holds out a hand. It's palm-up, extended towards Ekke, as if waiting for something to be dropped into it.
"Like I told everyone else, I had nothing to do with that tenement fire. There's no proof I was anywhere near it, and even if I was, the only way I would ever tell you is if you made this case unprosecutable or something. Like say, paying me to tell you what you want to hear? Something around six gold, maybe? Can't take testimony that's there because of a bribe, can we?"
"The Cold War isn't thawing; it is burning with a deadly heat.
Communism isn't sleeping; it is, as always, plotting, scheming, working, fighting."
-Richard M. Nixon
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"There is," Shrike confirms with a nod. "And don't worry, I know some delightfully secluded lakes that would work perfectly," she adds, almost purring...
...as she tosses a handful of syrup at Fettina.
Originally Posted by Earl of Purple
The Temple of Splendours
"There's a mermaid in the lake? Huh, I don't think I've met her. Regardless, I must suggest we use another lake or pond- I live there too, after all, and I can't see how you'll take everything out without killing it and that's my food." Myrim's surprised about the discovery of the mermaid, as she was completely unaware of her presence.
"Oh, you're from GLoG too? I went there for a while. It's how I met Shri--" Splat! Syrup to the face. Tina uses a pair of fingers and wipes the stuff from her eyes. "I'm gonna get you for that one."
Originally Posted by ThirdEmperor
The robot slams into the grid and is caught, like a fly on a spiders web, sparks dancing across it's metal chassis and limbs twitching spastically in the current. A resonating buzz fills the room, rising and rising and echoing from wall to wall until the superheated metal is strained to it's limits and, with an ear-splitting BOOM!, shatters into a hail of molten shrapnel.
The lights flicker off. The defense grid goes with them. "Well, uh, hah! You've only fallen right into my evil trap! What could be worse than being trapped in the dark with... A ghost?!" Mr. Ghost doesn't sound quite as assured of his inevitable victory as he's trying for.
Originally Posted by Reinholdt
"Quite probably being trapped in the dark with a werewolf. Or a vampire. Or a giant spider. Or..."
Doctor Decible hates not answering questions.
Anyways, the dark doesn't scare him because... he has the power to utilize echolocation! By waving his hands around in a pattern that would most likely be very embarrassing if he could actually be seen doing it, high pitched sound waves above the normal hearing spectrum spread out and bounce back upon hitting objects and inform or Director of Sound of their location. Said ridiculous hand movements may or may not be forgotten in future issues and begin to cause continuity contradictions and inconsistencies in writing.
Granted, I don't think he stopped to think that of all the things echolocation can find for him, a ghost probably isn't one of them...
Gelley laughs in the face of darkness! Well, not literal laughter, that would be silly. She just sighs and switches on her visor's nightvision - hopefully the ghost is still visible when she uses it. "Can you just give it up already? I'm trying to make a good impression on my new boss here."
Originally Posted by Morty
Gniewomir will try to throw the Chrysalid off of him. His armor will indeed protect him from the spit.
The other bikers will try to keep the Chrysalids focused on them. Two of them will drive around the ones heading off, trying to corral them back to the park. One of the bikers drives off, intend on getting into position far away from the park, from where he can snipe.
Backup will arrive next post.
A spaceship - if the asteroid with thrusters attached could be called such - soars into view. Some giveaway metal components poke out, most notably the cockpit, but otherwise it's a featureless gray rock.
The other notable feature is the pair of twin-linked autocannons mounted on the ship's underbelly. The rotate, locking onto the Chrysalid that's currently straddling Gniewomir, and fire. A superheated metal slug zips through the air, and provided Gniewomir makes no sudden movement, he might find his assailant suddenly disintegrated in a flash of gore.
A ramp opens on the side of the ship, and standing on that ramp is the imposing alien called Teq Vraal. There's a tremendous rifle in his hands, nearly ten feet long, and he shoulders it to take aim at the nearest Chrysalid. His squad, meanwhile, ropes down onto the street, all of them dressed in hefty-looking body armor.
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In a dream I found a place
of rotting meat and eldritch grace
and looked upon his primordial face
and from my thoughts could not erase
that sense of time that sense of space
and my heart the darkness did embrace.
"If you want to stick around and meet him you can. He is an intellegent octopus."
She smiles and heads back into her small office.
[On The Way Home]
Calvin and Chairty leave Remnant and start to make their way towards Calvin's uncle's home. And with Calvin leading the way they will be taking a roundabout sort of path. Hoping on and off various train routes, crossing busy streets and circling around. Chairty might assume that Calvin is lost or still being affected by the drugs.
The truth is that Calvin is worried, this sort of attack came out of nowhere and hit him hard. He is much more used to dealing with physical threats not mental ones. So he is in full out paranoia mode, looking for tails or faces he has seen before but doesn't know who they are. All that sort of fun stuff. During the walk he is very quiet, distracted by his thoughts.
"Yeah I think my life is going to get a lot more complicated till this all gets sorted out. By complicated of course I mean dangerous."
He says as a way of warning her that hanging around him could get her hurt, or in trouble. He doesn't want her to leave him alone or anything, he just would feel guilty if he didn't say anything, then something happened.