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<blockquote data-quote="RangerWickett" data-source="post: 2487228" data-attributes="member: 63"><p><em>October 29, 2005</em></p><p><em>4:05 pm</em></p><p></p><p>The French comes surprisingly easily to John. It reminds him of Latin, which is strange, because he's never studied Latin. At least not that he knows. </p><p></p><p>A minute later he has completed the ritual. Though the spell's text did not explicitly state how he was supposed to aim the spell, that too comes fairly easily. A momentary smear passes before his eyes, and he sees something similar cover Robert, Scarpedin, and Belladonna.</p><p></p><p>"So?" Robert asks.</p><p></p><p>John picks up the PDA, tucks it into his coat pocket, and pulls out a cigarette in the same motion. "I think it worked. Not sure how long it lasts. Let's go."</p><p></p><p>Debbie wishes them luck, and they hurry out of the candle store. Less than a minute later they find the entrance to Lover's Lane. Belladonna lights the candle and passes it around the group. Now, in addition to the strange visual smudge across them, they all feel like they're covered in a thin layer of wax, and all around them people begin to appear as they straddle the border between Terra and Gaia.</p><p></p><p>There's a crowd around the entrance to the forested walkway, and they look on in nervousness as four people appear before them. Scarpedin waves to the startled group, and then the four of them hurry into the lane.</p><p></p><p>It's dark here, darker than just the shade of the trees overhead should provide. There is a chill in the air that feels eager to crawl out of the air and into their hearts, but it does not frighten them away. After going about two hundred feet down the path, John holds up his hand for them to stop.</p><p></p><p>"I'll go ahead," he says, "try to sneak up on the guard."</p><p></p><p>Belladonna frowns. "You're going alone? He'll kill you."</p><p></p><p>John shrugs, seeming genuinely uninterested. "Better me than the rest of you. I'll be fine."</p><p></p><p>Scarpedin unslings the map case he has been wearing over his shoulder. He pops off the cap and draws out an ancient-looking, well-oiled sword. He shakes out his arms, pats something under his right armpit, then grips the sword in both hands.</p><p></p><p>Belladonna adjusts the stilettos holding her hair in place, then draws a pair of two-shot derringers from her dress. She smirks.</p><p></p><p>"We've got your back, John."</p><p></p><p>John looks from Scarpedin and his sword, to Belladonna with her pistols, to Robert.</p><p></p><p>Robert looks back at him, his expression blank. "What? Oh, sorry! I didn't bring a lethal weapon with me on a <em>frkkin' greyhound bus!</em> I'm sorry. I'm not that sort of person."</p><p></p><p>"Good," John says. "Then let me borrow your razor."</p><p></p><p>Robert puts a hand to his pocket, defensive. "<em>My</em> razor."</p><p></p><p>Groaning, John pulls out the iron skillet Ded Bob sold them. At this, Robert acquiesces and hands over the straight razor.</p><p></p><p>"Okay," he says. "I can't have you risking your life with a frying pan."</p><p></p><p>John takes the razor, flicks it open, and hands the skillet to Robert. Turning away, he takes one last draw on his cigarette, drops it, grinds it out with his foot, then crouches low and slinks ahead of the rest of the group.</p><p></p><p>When John isn't looking, Robert puts the pan on the ground, shaking his head. He pulls a stun gun out of his pocket. To Scarpedin and Bellaonna's accusatory looks, he says, "What? I'm not going to risk <em>my</em> life either."</p><p></p><p style="text-align: center">* * *</p><p></p><p></p><p>"I'm going to get a steak tonight," Rex says into his cel phone. There's a pause as he listens to Hex on the other end, then he laughs. "Hell yeah. No other reason to come to Texas, right? Except maybe Tex-Mex. Hey, let me guess, you're going to have fried chicken?"</p><p></p><p>John sneaks up, bent low, hidden in the tree line. Rex is facing the wrong direction, oblivious on his phone, but he has his pistol in his other hand. It's a Walther PPK, equipped with a silencer.</p><p></p><p>Rex laughs again, "Well if the shoe fits, man. . . . Nah, nothing out here. Like Morgan said: in, out, easy. Like sex with your mother."</p><p></p><p>The flow of conversation is easy to anticipate, and John's steps all land while Rex is talking. He gets in behind the tall man and slowly, over a minute, he makes his way to within arm's reach. The bastard certainly has it coming; John can also faintly hear Hex's voice further down the trail. The two men are having a conversation on cel phones when they stand only thirty feet apart. They attacked him earlier, so he is justified in killing them. It's all so familiar, catching a foe off guard, and it feels good to do it again after such a long . . .</p><p></p><p>John stops, right as his arm is coming around to slice Rex's throat with the razor. He doesn't know where the memory came from, but now, for just a moment, he hesitates, unable to kill.</p><p></p><p>Then he sees the cat. It's the size of a panther, set to pounce, ten feet away on the other side of the Lover's Lane trail, crouching in shadows that seem to flow off its body. It's eyes are vivid green, just like the tiny cat that was spying on them in the candle store, and for a moment it's gaze falls directly on John. Though a moment later it starts to look away (for it cannot see John under the effects of the <em>invisibility to fey</em> spell) in the instant he is held in its eye, John draws in an anxious breath.</p><p></p><p>Rex, listening to his cel phone, hears the noise, right behind him. He spins, and reflexively John slashes across the man's jugular vein.</p><p></p><p>Rex shouts in pain, dropping his cel phone so he can put his hand to the gushing wound. John is too shocked by his failed ambush to press the attack, giving Rex the moment he needs to step back, raise his gun, and fire.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="RangerWickett, post: 2487228, member: 63"] [i]October 29, 2005 4:05 pm[/i] The French comes surprisingly easily to John. It reminds him of Latin, which is strange, because he's never studied Latin. At least not that he knows. A minute later he has completed the ritual. Though the spell's text did not explicitly state how he was supposed to aim the spell, that too comes fairly easily. A momentary smear passes before his eyes, and he sees something similar cover Robert, Scarpedin, and Belladonna. "So?" Robert asks. John picks up the PDA, tucks it into his coat pocket, and pulls out a cigarette in the same motion. "I think it worked. Not sure how long it lasts. Let's go." Debbie wishes them luck, and they hurry out of the candle store. Less than a minute later they find the entrance to Lover's Lane. Belladonna lights the candle and passes it around the group. Now, in addition to the strange visual smudge across them, they all feel like they're covered in a thin layer of wax, and all around them people begin to appear as they straddle the border between Terra and Gaia. There's a crowd around the entrance to the forested walkway, and they look on in nervousness as four people appear before them. Scarpedin waves to the startled group, and then the four of them hurry into the lane. It's dark here, darker than just the shade of the trees overhead should provide. There is a chill in the air that feels eager to crawl out of the air and into their hearts, but it does not frighten them away. After going about two hundred feet down the path, John holds up his hand for them to stop. "I'll go ahead," he says, "try to sneak up on the guard." Belladonna frowns. "You're going alone? He'll kill you." John shrugs, seeming genuinely uninterested. "Better me than the rest of you. I'll be fine." Scarpedin unslings the map case he has been wearing over his shoulder. He pops off the cap and draws out an ancient-looking, well-oiled sword. He shakes out his arms, pats something under his right armpit, then grips the sword in both hands. Belladonna adjusts the stilettos holding her hair in place, then draws a pair of two-shot derringers from her dress. She smirks. "We've got your back, John." John looks from Scarpedin and his sword, to Belladonna with her pistols, to Robert. Robert looks back at him, his expression blank. "What? Oh, sorry! I didn't bring a lethal weapon with me on a [i]frkkin' greyhound bus![/i] I'm sorry. I'm not that sort of person." "Good," John says. "Then let me borrow your razor." Robert puts a hand to his pocket, defensive. "[i]My[/i] razor." Groaning, John pulls out the iron skillet Ded Bob sold them. At this, Robert acquiesces and hands over the straight razor. "Okay," he says. "I can't have you risking your life with a frying pan." John takes the razor, flicks it open, and hands the skillet to Robert. Turning away, he takes one last draw on his cigarette, drops it, grinds it out with his foot, then crouches low and slinks ahead of the rest of the group. When John isn't looking, Robert puts the pan on the ground, shaking his head. He pulls a stun gun out of his pocket. To Scarpedin and Bellaonna's accusatory looks, he says, "What? I'm not going to risk [i]my[/i] life either." [center]* * *[/center] "I'm going to get a steak tonight," Rex says into his cel phone. There's a pause as he listens to Hex on the other end, then he laughs. "Hell yeah. No other reason to come to Texas, right? Except maybe Tex-Mex. Hey, let me guess, you're going to have fried chicken?" John sneaks up, bent low, hidden in the tree line. Rex is facing the wrong direction, oblivious on his phone, but he has his pistol in his other hand. It's a Walther PPK, equipped with a silencer. Rex laughs again, "Well if the shoe fits, man. . . . Nah, nothing out here. Like Morgan said: in, out, easy. Like sex with your mother." The flow of conversation is easy to anticipate, and John's steps all land while Rex is talking. He gets in behind the tall man and slowly, over a minute, he makes his way to within arm's reach. The bastard certainly has it coming; John can also faintly hear Hex's voice further down the trail. The two men are having a conversation on cel phones when they stand only thirty feet apart. They attacked him earlier, so he is justified in killing them. It's all so familiar, catching a foe off guard, and it feels good to do it again after such a long . . . John stops, right as his arm is coming around to slice Rex's throat with the razor. He doesn't know where the memory came from, but now, for just a moment, he hesitates, unable to kill. Then he sees the cat. It's the size of a panther, set to pounce, ten feet away on the other side of the Lover's Lane trail, crouching in shadows that seem to flow off its body. It's eyes are vivid green, just like the tiny cat that was spying on them in the candle store, and for a moment it's gaze falls directly on John. Though a moment later it starts to look away (for it cannot see John under the effects of the [i]invisibility to fey[/i] spell) in the instant he is held in its eye, John draws in an anxious breath. Rex, listening to his cel phone, hears the noise, right behind him. He spins, and reflexively John slashes across the man's jugular vein. Rex shouts in pain, dropping his cel phone so he can put his hand to the gushing wound. John is too shocked by his failed ambush to press the attack, giving Rex the moment he needs to step back, raise his gun, and fire. [/QUOTE]
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