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Post by Jack Logan on Feb 5, 2008 23:34:21 GMT -5
Heh, city slicker suckers! (Side note - yay for high Dex!) Once he's fleeced several people, he'll pack up and slip away to another part of the city, do some browsing, but not go too deep in - he doesn't like big cities that much, after all. Maybe find a park, maybe nick a brew somewhere.
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Post by RekKa on Feb 7, 2008 0:43:24 GMT -5
For now, the city is yours for the taking as far as you're concerned. Not too shabby of a place, you'd venture.
It's finally nearing sundown, and you're in a right cheerful mood. Sings trots up to you out of a side alley, "Having a good time?"
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Post by Jack Logan on Feb 7, 2008 19:11:25 GMT -5
"Right I am, love! This place ent half bad. Plenty o' marks and sods to get money from, not too much wit' tha fuzz, some nice places in it. So what're we up ta tonight?"
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Post by RekKa on Feb 8, 2008 0:22:16 GMT -5
"Goin' to another moot. Deliver the message... probably get another one. Or a mission. Or something. I can't say I really know."
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Post by Jack Logan on Feb 8, 2008 10:52:51 GMT -5
"Eh, whatever. That's tha life, I suppose. Used ta' it anyway."
He pauses.
"Hey, Sings, you ever had any weird dreams, like somethin' was tryin ta tell ya something?"
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Post by RekKa on Feb 10, 2008 16:33:35 GMT -5
"Yeah. They're usually super-cryptic. Actually, even though I'm not a Galliard, I was sent a song in my last dream."
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Post by Jack Logan on Feb 11, 2008 1:53:20 GMT -5
"Really? How did it go? Could you hum a bit of it?"
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Post by RekKa on Feb 11, 2008 2:17:01 GMT -5
"Heh, Michael asked me to sing it at the moot tonight. But sure, I can hum a few bars." She hums a bit of the tune--it's light and airy.
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Post by Jack Logan on Feb 11, 2008 23:37:13 GMT -5
"Cor, that's pretty nice. I'll be looking forward ta hearing tha whole thing tonight."
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Post by RekKa on Feb 13, 2008 22:29:31 GMT -5
She nods. "Come, I'll show you the way."
I assume you follow. Anyway, she shows you to the outskirts of town. She nods to a very burly looking guy sitting by some trees. Beyond them, you see they've got a huge bonfire going. You can also smell the booze from here.
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Post by Jack Logan on Feb 14, 2008 0:34:04 GMT -5
He'll observe for a bit, see if he can find Michael or the others with Sings (if that's where she heads). If not, he'll look for anyone playing dice games or similar, avoiding (for now, anyway) the liquor. If there's none of that, he'll try to seek out a good storyteller or singer.
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Post by RekKa on Feb 15, 2008 21:18:03 GMT -5
She heads over to hang with Greg, though Michael is nowhere to be seen at the moment. Greg's chilling by the fire, keeping warm and humming to himself. "Looks like the moot'll start here in a few. Ready to not remember it?"
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Post by Jack Logan on Feb 16, 2008 9:29:55 GMT -5
"Aw, but I do wanna remember it... at least, most o' it." Jack grins. "After all, I never been ta one o' these things before. Maybe I'll just have enough to still remember tha important bits."
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Post by RekKa on Feb 16, 2008 17:14:59 GMT -5
"Fair 'nuff, fair 'nuff. Guess you won' be taking part in th' drinking contest!"
You notice about fifteen other garou have gathered together near the fire, and more are on their way. Seems like a pretty big caern, near as you can tell.
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Post by Jack Logan on Feb 17, 2008 1:43:38 GMT -5
"Not tonight, I think. Though I can usually drink most o' me family under the table, ifin it comes to it. Pretty good for someone so young, huh? Maybe it was me werewolf stamina comin' through."
Jack will keep an eye out for whatever seems to be happening, if things look like they're getting started he'll head for the action.
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