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<blockquote data-quote="RangerWickett" data-source="post: 2866249" data-attributes="member: 63"><p><strong>Session Eleven, part two</strong></p><p></p><p>Bonnie Bell accepts the flirtatious grins of the patrons of Gallogly's Tavern, and just as readily accepts the drinks they offer to buy her. Whiskey is her drink of choice, and she has long since come to terms with being the epitome of many stereotypes of Irish women. She's a short, wiry, Catholic woman with red-brown hair and a great love of whiskey. Mike Gallogly, owner of Gallogly's Tavern, where Bonnie has worked the past few months as a bouncer, tells her she looks like Emily Mortimer (from Formula 51).</p><p></p><p>She loves Gallogly as a boss -- he has helped her get on her feet since she moved to Savannah from North Ireland -- but she has been feeling the urge to start moving again. It doesn't help that, ever since he saw what he thought was a tattoo of a cross on the small of her back, Gallogly has kept joking that she's an embarrassment to the Catholic church because she doesn't have any children yet. Gallogly doesn't know the truth about Bonnie, and she'd like him not to ever have to find out.</p><p></p><p>She's been wanting to bring up leaving the tavern for a few days now, but she keeps on getting sidetracked by the drinks the patrons offer her. Plus there's that little issue of the ghost causing all the ruckus.</p><p></p><p>Almost on cue, she hears a scuffle breaking out at the far end of the tavern. One college boy has started yelling at one of his friends, only he's not speaking English (or Gaelic, Bonnie thinks). It's still early in the night, though, so the outburst only lasts a minute. The ghost usually isn't strong until after midnight.</p><p></p><p>The door to the tavern opens, and an odd trio walk in. One is a well-dressed blonde man, another a middle-aged woman in a black suit and sunglasses, and the third a dark-haired man in cheap, dark clothes, smoking a cigarette. Bonnie downs her fourth glass of whiskey this night while she listens to the group talking to Gallogly. To her dismay, she realizes the blonde man is English. She forces herself to set aside her ingrained disdain for the English, and instead focuses on what they're asking.</p><p></p><p>"I have a reason to believe, sir," the English man says, "that one of your customers is going to be beaten to death this evening in a bar brawl."</p><p></p><p>Gallogly laughs. "You're a little skinny to be picking a fight here. Did McOji send you?"</p><p></p><p>"No sir. My name is Nathaniel Beckford. I'm a psychic."</p><p></p><p>The dark-haired man next to the Englishman snorts in amusement, and the woman in black gives Nathan a look of disapproval. Bonnie, intrigued, walks over to them and quietly clears her throat.</p><p></p><p>"Excuse me. You gents here from the Bureau?"</p><p></p><p>The smoking man half-sneers. "You work for the Bureau?"</p><p></p><p>"No," Bonnie says, slightly offended. "Do you?"</p><p></p><p>"No," says the man, blowing smoke.</p><p></p><p>"I do," says the woman in black. "Elizabeth Cavers, Bureau investigator."</p><p></p><p>Bonnie waits for a second, then glances at Nathan, the Englishman.</p><p></p><p>"Oh," Nathan says, "no, I don't work for them."</p><p></p><p>"Alright then," Bonnie says.</p><p></p><p>"I say, are you Irish?" Nathan says. "It's a pleasure to meet someone else from Britain."</p><p></p><p>Bonnie again is slightly offended. "I'm from the other Ireland."</p><p></p><p>"Oh," Nathan says. "Well, I have no problem with that. Are you a patron here?"</p><p></p><p>"I'm the bouncer," Bonnie says proudly.</p><p></p><p>She stands as tall as her 5'8" frame will let her. The smoking man snorts again.</p><p></p><p>"You got a f*ckin' problem?" she asks.</p><p></p><p>The man rolls his eyes and walks away. Nathan apologizes and explains the situation. He and his companions have just come into Savannah, and while some of them are away working with the Bureau on some other business, Nathan and John came to the tavern because Nathan had a vision there would be danger tonight. Agent Cavers is there to help them locate what might be causing the problem.</p><p></p><p>"Oh," Bonnie says, "you mean the ghost? Yeah, we were wondering about that."</p><p></p><p>"Indeed?" Nathan says. "This might be easier than I suspected."</p><p></p><p style="text-align: center">* * *</p><p></p><p>"I just spoke to the translator who was speaking with Wiji-wiji," Jenny says. "She says your fey friend wants to go out."</p><p></p><p>Robert sighs. "What time is it?"</p><p></p><p>"Nearly eleven," Jenny says. "I hope you understand if we're hesitant about letting the group of you run around the city. Terry is our only way to get in touch with the rest of the Bureau, and you were attacked in the last city you stopped at."</p><p></p><p>Robert almost rolls his eyes. "Don't remind me. Alright, hey Weej, what do you want to go out for?"</p><p></p><p>Wiji-wiji, still refusing to speak English, looks over from his game of Scrabble with Scarpedin. He smiles, raises a hand to the air like he's toasting, and shouts, "<em>Kanpai!</em>"</p><p></p><p>“Thanks,” Robert says, weary. “That really helps man.”</p><p></p><p>Scarpedin suggests, “We should go buy him some more games. This game sucks.”</p><p></p><p>“You just don’t know how to spell,” Robert says.</p><p></p><p>Scarpedin is speechless with anger for a second, then seethes out, “They <em>changed</em> how you <em>spell</em> things since when I grew up. Do you know how we spelled ‘motorcycle’ back in Camelot?”</p><p></p><p>“No,” Robert says.</p><p></p><p>“That’s right,” Scarpedin says. “You don’t. So let’s go get something like a Playstation or something. Oh, hold on, Terry has a suggestion. Hold on. He says . . . alright, nevermind what he says.”</p><p></p><p>Robert just looks blankly at Scarpedin for a moment. Then he gestures for Jenny to lead the way. </p><p></p><p>“Care to come with us?”</p><p></p><p>“I’ll drive,” she says.</p><p></p><p style="text-align: center">* * *</p><p></p><p>The seventeenth challenger rushes at her, and Bonnie just cracks the man in his face, dropping him to the floor of the tavern before he can even swing at Bonnie. Catching her breath, she looks around the assorted unconscious patrons. She discreetly pulls her gloves tighter, hoping no one realizes she’s wearing cold iron brass knuckles under the leather.</p><p></p><p>“Well,” Gallogly says from behind the bar, “you just knocked out all my customers. What now?”</p><p></p><p>Elizabeth, the female man in black, has a hand up, concentrating on some sort of spell to keep the ghost from possessing her, the Englishman Nathan, or the smoking John.</p><p></p><p>Nathan, the Englishman, says, “The ghost is trying to possess Bonnie now, but it’s not able to. Are you a magic-user?”</p><p></p><p>Bonnie grins and shakes her head. She looks around, trying to address the Indian ghost that’s been causing all these problems. “Hey, ghost, I know ye’re pissed. You were killed by the English a couple a hundred a years ago, and y’know, my people have been getting killed by the English just as long as yours, or longer. So why don’t you just tell me what you want, and stop possessing people and making me knock you out, alright?”</p><p></p><p>Nathan shakes his head. “I sense that he just wants to kill an Englishman.”</p><p></p><p>Bonnie turns and smiles jokingly at him. “Well, are you up for it?”</p><p></p><p>Nathan considers for a second, then shakes his head. The Bureau woman suddenly looks in the direction of Gallogly, looking dismayed.</p><p></p><p>“The ghost is heading for the bartender,” she says.</p><p></p><p>Bonnie points at her boss and shouts, “Knock yourself out, right now!”</p><p></p><p>“What?” Gallogly says. “Why would I-?”</p><p></p><p>Bonnie starts to advance on her boss, clenching her hands into fists. Gallogly gives a short yelp and starts punching himself, to little effect.</p><p></p><p>Just then, a new patron walks into the tavern. He’s tall, dressed in brown leather, and kinda ugly, looking like Richard Moll. For a moment everyone waits, expecting him to get possessed and start attacking Bonnie, but the man instead takes a look at the pile of bodies, then at Bonnie, Nathan, John, and the woman in black, and then he turns around and leaves.</p><p></p><p>“That’s odd,” Elizabeth says, “the ghost seemed like it hesitated. It’s vanished now. Which means . . . I can track it.”</p><p></p><p>Bonnie waits nervously as the Bureau woman walks across the room, guided by some magic, heading toward a wall of antiques and southern or Irish paraphenalia. For a moment one of the patrons starts to move, regaining consciousness, and Bonnie lightly kicks him in the head to knock him out again. Meanwhile, John heads outside after the strange man.</p><p></p><p>“Gallogly,” Bonnie says, “you can stop hitting yourself.”</p><p></p><p>“Oh thank goodness,” says her boss.</p><p></p><p>The woman in black, points at the wall. “Here it is. This pipe.”</p><p></p><p>Bonnie and Nathan go over to examine an old Indian pipe. It was a recent peace offering from Gallogly’s Tavern’s rival: McOji’s Irish Pub. </p><p></p><p>“That bastard McOji,” says Gallogly. “He tried to curse my bar. Well, we’ll get back at him.”</p><p></p><p>The Bureau agent says, “You’ll do no such thing, and don’t make me <em>force</em> you. You’re going to give us this pipe, and we’re going to exorcise the ghost so it can pass on instead of being tormented.”</p><p></p><p>Bonnie asks, “So who was that guy who just walked in?”</p><p></p><p>John walks in just then. “He drove off in an old beat up Taurus. I got the license plate number. You guys figure out what’s going on in here finally?”</p><p></p><p>“Yes,” Nathan says. “And it was relatively painless as well. One of my easier visions.”</p><p></p><p>Someone groans from the pile of bodies.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="RangerWickett, post: 2866249, member: 63"] [b]Session Eleven, part two[/b] Bonnie Bell accepts the flirtatious grins of the patrons of Gallogly's Tavern, and just as readily accepts the drinks they offer to buy her. Whiskey is her drink of choice, and she has long since come to terms with being the epitome of many stereotypes of Irish women. She's a short, wiry, Catholic woman with red-brown hair and a great love of whiskey. Mike Gallogly, owner of Gallogly's Tavern, where Bonnie has worked the past few months as a bouncer, tells her she looks like Emily Mortimer (from Formula 51). She loves Gallogly as a boss -- he has helped her get on her feet since she moved to Savannah from North Ireland -- but she has been feeling the urge to start moving again. It doesn't help that, ever since he saw what he thought was a tattoo of a cross on the small of her back, Gallogly has kept joking that she's an embarrassment to the Catholic church because she doesn't have any children yet. Gallogly doesn't know the truth about Bonnie, and she'd like him not to ever have to find out. She's been wanting to bring up leaving the tavern for a few days now, but she keeps on getting sidetracked by the drinks the patrons offer her. Plus there's that little issue of the ghost causing all the ruckus. Almost on cue, she hears a scuffle breaking out at the far end of the tavern. One college boy has started yelling at one of his friends, only he's not speaking English (or Gaelic, Bonnie thinks). It's still early in the night, though, so the outburst only lasts a minute. The ghost usually isn't strong until after midnight. The door to the tavern opens, and an odd trio walk in. One is a well-dressed blonde man, another a middle-aged woman in a black suit and sunglasses, and the third a dark-haired man in cheap, dark clothes, smoking a cigarette. Bonnie downs her fourth glass of whiskey this night while she listens to the group talking to Gallogly. To her dismay, she realizes the blonde man is English. She forces herself to set aside her ingrained disdain for the English, and instead focuses on what they're asking. "I have a reason to believe, sir," the English man says, "that one of your customers is going to be beaten to death this evening in a bar brawl." Gallogly laughs. "You're a little skinny to be picking a fight here. Did McOji send you?" "No sir. My name is Nathaniel Beckford. I'm a psychic." The dark-haired man next to the Englishman snorts in amusement, and the woman in black gives Nathan a look of disapproval. Bonnie, intrigued, walks over to them and quietly clears her throat. "Excuse me. You gents here from the Bureau?" The smoking man half-sneers. "You work for the Bureau?" "No," Bonnie says, slightly offended. "Do you?" "No," says the man, blowing smoke. "I do," says the woman in black. "Elizabeth Cavers, Bureau investigator." Bonnie waits for a second, then glances at Nathan, the Englishman. "Oh," Nathan says, "no, I don't work for them." "Alright then," Bonnie says. "I say, are you Irish?" Nathan says. "It's a pleasure to meet someone else from Britain." Bonnie again is slightly offended. "I'm from the other Ireland." "Oh," Nathan says. "Well, I have no problem with that. Are you a patron here?" "I'm the bouncer," Bonnie says proudly. She stands as tall as her 5'8" frame will let her. The smoking man snorts again. "You got a f*ckin' problem?" she asks. The man rolls his eyes and walks away. Nathan apologizes and explains the situation. He and his companions have just come into Savannah, and while some of them are away working with the Bureau on some other business, Nathan and John came to the tavern because Nathan had a vision there would be danger tonight. Agent Cavers is there to help them locate what might be causing the problem. "Oh," Bonnie says, "you mean the ghost? Yeah, we were wondering about that." "Indeed?" Nathan says. "This might be easier than I suspected." [center]* * *[/center] "I just spoke to the translator who was speaking with Wiji-wiji," Jenny says. "She says your fey friend wants to go out." Robert sighs. "What time is it?" "Nearly eleven," Jenny says. "I hope you understand if we're hesitant about letting the group of you run around the city. Terry is our only way to get in touch with the rest of the Bureau, and you were attacked in the last city you stopped at." Robert almost rolls his eyes. "Don't remind me. Alright, hey Weej, what do you want to go out for?" Wiji-wiji, still refusing to speak English, looks over from his game of Scrabble with Scarpedin. He smiles, raises a hand to the air like he's toasting, and shouts, "[i]Kanpai![/i]" “Thanks,” Robert says, weary. “That really helps man.” Scarpedin suggests, “We should go buy him some more games. This game sucks.” “You just don’t know how to spell,” Robert says. Scarpedin is speechless with anger for a second, then seethes out, “They [i]changed[/i] how you [i]spell[/i] things since when I grew up. Do you know how we spelled ‘motorcycle’ back in Camelot?” “No,” Robert says. “That’s right,” Scarpedin says. “You don’t. So let’s go get something like a Playstation or something. Oh, hold on, Terry has a suggestion. Hold on. He says . . . alright, nevermind what he says.” Robert just looks blankly at Scarpedin for a moment. Then he gestures for Jenny to lead the way. “Care to come with us?” “I’ll drive,” she says. [center]* * *[/center] The seventeenth challenger rushes at her, and Bonnie just cracks the man in his face, dropping him to the floor of the tavern before he can even swing at Bonnie. Catching her breath, she looks around the assorted unconscious patrons. She discreetly pulls her gloves tighter, hoping no one realizes she’s wearing cold iron brass knuckles under the leather. “Well,” Gallogly says from behind the bar, “you just knocked out all my customers. What now?” Elizabeth, the female man in black, has a hand up, concentrating on some sort of spell to keep the ghost from possessing her, the Englishman Nathan, or the smoking John. Nathan, the Englishman, says, “The ghost is trying to possess Bonnie now, but it’s not able to. Are you a magic-user?” Bonnie grins and shakes her head. She looks around, trying to address the Indian ghost that’s been causing all these problems. “Hey, ghost, I know ye’re pissed. You were killed by the English a couple a hundred a years ago, and y’know, my people have been getting killed by the English just as long as yours, or longer. So why don’t you just tell me what you want, and stop possessing people and making me knock you out, alright?” Nathan shakes his head. “I sense that he just wants to kill an Englishman.” Bonnie turns and smiles jokingly at him. “Well, are you up for it?” Nathan considers for a second, then shakes his head. The Bureau woman suddenly looks in the direction of Gallogly, looking dismayed. “The ghost is heading for the bartender,” she says. Bonnie points at her boss and shouts, “Knock yourself out, right now!” “What?” Gallogly says. “Why would I-?” Bonnie starts to advance on her boss, clenching her hands into fists. Gallogly gives a short yelp and starts punching himself, to little effect. Just then, a new patron walks into the tavern. He’s tall, dressed in brown leather, and kinda ugly, looking like Richard Moll. For a moment everyone waits, expecting him to get possessed and start attacking Bonnie, but the man instead takes a look at the pile of bodies, then at Bonnie, Nathan, John, and the woman in black, and then he turns around and leaves. “That’s odd,” Elizabeth says, “the ghost seemed like it hesitated. It’s vanished now. Which means . . . I can track it.” Bonnie waits nervously as the Bureau woman walks across the room, guided by some magic, heading toward a wall of antiques and southern or Irish paraphenalia. For a moment one of the patrons starts to move, regaining consciousness, and Bonnie lightly kicks him in the head to knock him out again. Meanwhile, John heads outside after the strange man. “Gallogly,” Bonnie says, “you can stop hitting yourself.” “Oh thank goodness,” says her boss. The woman in black, points at the wall. “Here it is. This pipe.” Bonnie and Nathan go over to examine an old Indian pipe. It was a recent peace offering from Gallogly’s Tavern’s rival: McOji’s Irish Pub. “That bastard McOji,” says Gallogly. “He tried to curse my bar. Well, we’ll get back at him.” The Bureau agent says, “You’ll do no such thing, and don’t make me [i]force[/i] you. You’re going to give us this pipe, and we’re going to exorcise the ghost so it can pass on instead of being tormented.” Bonnie asks, “So who was that guy who just walked in?” John walks in just then. “He drove off in an old beat up Taurus. I got the license plate number. You guys figure out what’s going on in here finally?” “Yes,” Nathan says. “And it was relatively painless as well. One of my easier visions.” Someone groans from the pile of bodies. [/QUOTE]
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