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Sorry if it's a little late but I'd like to express my interest. nWoD? Always a fan. Changeling certainly piques my interest. I've been away a while, but it appears I've come back at just the right time.

"I've trained an animal or two in my time," Nurthk volunteers, "Admittedly, they were dogs, but I'm pretty sure I could do right by a winged predator like Winkle." Nurthk gives a small gesture as Oliver leaves, half-wave, half-salute, "There'll be a drink waiting for you when you find us."

Nurthk grunts, "As much as I'm infuriated with delays when we're so close to completing this thing, it doesn't feel right unless we're delivering it into the hands of the intended recipient." He runs a hand through his hair as he hears Cray pose a question to Hiritus. "Evil? I didn't notice...

"Swung by Celeste's abode, and Gkao Golden Spice," Archer's accented rasp sounded honestly surprised, "Oddly enough, we had exactly nothing to do with that incident. Should we be looking into it?" The last question sounded as though it had been posed to everyone in the tank, and not just Nice...

Don't worry about it, I'm up to my ears in assessment at present. I'm able to get here less and less at the present, so my posting is going to be pretty slow for a while yet.

Nurthk quietly plods along amongst the others, increasingly frustrated and feeling as though nothing had been accomplished. He grumbles to himself, something about Arrich and inept servants. Nurthk looks like he wants a drink or three.

Calm. Happy. Nothing to be suspect of. "Alright, thanks for the heads up," Archer proceeded down to the tank. He distracted himself with reading until the desire for sleep overcame him.

That's fine by me. :D

"Hmm," the thought of Celeste being dead didn't sit well with Archer. She was still alive, he hoped, but he had nothing to go on beyond his gut feeling. Out of curiosity, he assessed the colours around Nice. There seemed to be patterns to the colours when he had assessed them in past, and they...

I assure you, Graf, once Archer has something in hand that warrants the use of Obfuscate (like getting his suitcase by those guards earlier in the evening) then he'll make use of it. And I didn't realize I had access to Archer's second dot of Auspex yet, did I miss the post where it became...

"I see," after the intense night of footwork the news seemed anticlimactic, "Hmph." Was Archer meant to feel different now? Was Celeste really dead? "And her ghoul?" if Frank was still ticking there were answers to be sought from him. Allusions to a more intricate, overarching plot hung like...

Archer seemed to agonize over some kind of situation within the shop. He looked from corpse to corpse, his brow furrowed in perplexity. "I'd sooner keep the book in our possession than give it to any party outside of we whose fates are bound together," he says, changing the focus of his...

Not much a musician, Nurthk wasn't entirely savvy to what was wrong with the rendition. He did however, find himself not able to think as he normally would with this particular song playing in the background. He became frustrated, but held his tongue as he wasn't sure what the problem was.

Archer shrugged. Dead body disposal. This was new. The old man probably wouldn't be too hard to move, but the big guy? He looked for rugs or large sections of cloth, perhaps curtains or the like. "That big bloke is going to be a tad hard to move," he said in his blended accent. Beyond the...

"This text is old, probably over a century. Sturdy, well-kept. It's in Arabic, and not many pages, but they're thick. Drawings too, look like they hold meaning. There's something not quite right about how the Arabic is set out. Determining anything more will take time and facilities we don't...

Archer looked awkward when the subject of languages was brought up. Mandarin would have been useful at this point if he'd bothered keeping his skills sharp, it was a fairly common language throughout Southeast Asia. That said though, he doubted the odds of these particular folks being too...

Archer looked about within the shaft for a weapon, then heard the thud in the room below him and what seemed to be a cessation of activities. Cautiously, he dropped from the shaft to survey the room. He shook his head in disbelief and smiled as he saw the blood drenched woman bowing down before...

Archer burns some more blood in his attempt to get further up into the shaft. "Judas would like to keep his legs, yes he would," he stammers in the third person while trying to escape the machete wielder.

Climb into the shaft? Easier said than done. With a shrug Archer quickly ascended the counter and made an attempt to climb up into the shaft.

Archer's idea fell down with a little analysis, but there was another yet. "Kill the lights?" he suggested.