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Post by Jack Logan on Aug 31, 2007 16:40:20 GMT -5
"Aw, I was ready fer some action, too! Didn't think I'd be naught more than an errand boy."
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Post by RekKa on Aug 31, 2007 19:58:41 GMT -5
"Don't worry, kid... we usually see more than our fair share of action, and we all have the scars to prove it." He points to a pretty nasty looking scar on his upper arm. "Enjoy the break while it lasts."
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Post by Jack Logan on Sept 1, 2007 20:46:05 GMT -5
"Ah, I guess yer right." After all, Jack thinks, there's a party going on! Time to chill and have fun.
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Post by RekKa on Sept 2, 2007 12:07:45 GMT -5
You do so, and pick up on a few nuances of Fianna culture. You have a really great time, and crash at about dawn. After sleeping through the entire day, you wake. Tonight, you have no problems with the forced transformation--it's crescent moon now.
Michael urges you to get ready to leave.
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Post by Jack Logan on Sept 3, 2007 9:07:49 GMT -5
Finally, Jack's back to normal! Well, as normal as being a werewolf gets, anyway. Since he didn't bring too much with him, there's not all that much to pack. He'll take a quick run around the caern to remember it, and he's ready to go.
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Post by RekKa on Sept 3, 2007 13:38:47 GMT -5
With few breaks, Michael pushes the pack toward Wexford. You make it to Roscrea in a few days--the halfway point or so.
"This town 'ere is my home," Michael says, a little nostalgic. "There's a safe haven here... not really a caern. Bunch 'o kinfolk that'll give us some food and shelter. I think you'll like 'em."
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Post by Jack Logan on Sept 3, 2007 13:46:18 GMT -5
Jack's actually kinda interested in seeing Michael's family and where he grew up. Roscrea seems to be a pretty small town, so there probably wouldn't be too much hustling for Jack to do.
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Post by RekKa on Sept 4, 2007 9:14:26 GMT -5
He walks up toward a house on the far side of town. It's a bit run down, but not too bad a place. He knocks on one of the doors.
A very plump woman answers the door and practically squeals with delight when she sees Michael. She gives him a very... big... hug.
"Hi... Auntie Molly...." Michael says between short breaths.
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Post by Jack Logan on Sept 4, 2007 13:39:16 GMT -5
Jack chuckles a bit, and waits for Michael to introduce him. The house doesn't seem that bad - heck, he's used to living in a trailer, so a house is pretty nice.
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Post by RekKa on Sept 4, 2007 23:45:20 GMT -5
((I don't actually recall writing that post... weirdddd... I mean I do, but I don't.))
Once his aunt lets him breathe a bit, he introduces each of you to her. She smiles, big and sweet, and lets you all in.
"I don't have much space, but there should be nae enough couches and beds for you all." "I'll just sleep on the floor," Sings says. "You sure, hon?" She nods, "The backyard would be preferable."
Molly gives her a bit of a nod. "Well, guess that's an extra bed for the boys then! I have two beds and a hideaway in the couch. Divvy them up as you see fit, and I'll get to making dinner. Heheh... Michael's my little carnivore, so I'll make you all nice juicy steaks!"
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Post by Jack Logan on Sept 5, 2007 8:27:37 GMT -5
Jack starts drooling a bit at the mention of steaks.... "Actually, iffen ya don' mind, I'd like ta sleep outside tonight too. It's really nice out, and I'm kinda used ta it. Not tha' I don' appreciate yer offer, o' course."
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Post by RekKa on Sept 5, 2007 20:19:42 GMT -5
"Hell, I don't care if you all want to sleep in the trees, feel free to make camp wherever!" She sets about making dinner... and it smells simply divine.
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Post by Jack Logan on Sept 5, 2007 20:34:37 GMT -5
Mmmm. Jack can't wait. He'll explore the house/surroundings a bit before dinner.
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Post by RekKa on Sept 6, 2007 0:23:18 GMT -5
Aunt Molly keeps a nice, clean house. She doesn't look very affluent judging by the size and the things she keeps, but she seems to do well with what she has. It's very homey... perhaps a foreign feeling to you. There are a few framed photographs of her and what looks to be a much younger Michael.... perhaps as young as five or six. There is another man with them, and he appears in a few other photographs. He looks to be in his late thirties, and has a very prominent facial scar.
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Post by Jack Logan on Sept 6, 2007 9:04:10 GMT -5
Hmmm. I wonder if that's his dad? Judging by the scars Jack's seen on other werewolves, it wouldn't be too out of the ordinary to have a massive face scar. Jack's well used to making use of what you've got, even without money, so he understands a bit about Aunt Molly's life.
Jack asks Michael, "Oi, Michael, is this yer da in these pictures?"
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