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"You're right... very interesting, many thanks," Harlequin replied to Gawain. Another reason to talk to Shishi again. Harlequin tried to move the hand of his injured arm and found negligable difficulty. Cymbeline's badndages would serve him well. "Thankyou, Cymbeline," he got to his feet...

"Well, I know now. I'm afraid she didn't mention it in her letter. Not much of a letter in truth," Hal digs around further in his bag, "Just a couple of lines which made me curious enough to cancel my current plans and come here. I have to admit the change of plans has already been worth while...

Once Selim has checked the sides of the hole to his satisfaction he hands the lantern to whoever is closest and begins to descend at whichever point offers the best handholds. "Keep the hole illuminated," he says.

"Thanks for the vote of confidence. I didn't say Guardian in good standing," Harlequin said with a smirk, not that he had been a Mage long enough to earn a good standing, and Jester would probably counter any effort to gain rank, "But Winnie, eh?" Harlequin reached over for his courier bag...

"Harlequin, Disciple of Mind, Apprentice of Space, Initiate of Time and member of the Guardians, at your service," he introduced himself, "I was informed that a man in blue knew of my coming. I thought that he may have knowledge of what exactly I'm meant to be doing here, and what I'm meant to...

Hunting an evil spirit? Piotr was clueless as to what he and the handful of his colleagues had encountered years ago, but this was a start. If he could eventually find out what it was perhaps it could bring some closure to the memory. Perhaps killing it would be more effective. "I will help,"...

Many thanks. :D

"That's a pretty good summary of it," Harlequin interjects. It seemed as though it was up to Thessaly to explain to Cymbeline what had happened then. Better that she hears it from someone she knows well. Harlequin looked back over to the other injured fellow. He was wearing a blue shirt. "So...

Hero? Cymbeline saved Harlequin, but explaining how that came about could wait until she was aware of the basics involved with being one of the Awakened. Until then Harlequin wasn't about to complain about having pretty girls worry over him. He smiled, Cymbeline was an incredibly attractive...

"I should be alright, I've survived worse," Harlequin lied, not wanting to worry his hosts, "Cymbeline, you wouldn't happen to have a towel there would you? I don't want to get too much blood on things, probably be bad for business, eh?" He sighed, "I know I'm going to have to throw out the...

Piotr's shoulders slumped as Ari lashed back. He had done it again. He wanted to show understanding but was never able to choose the right words. "I'm sorry," he said, genuinely apologetic, "I am bad at choosing words." Piotr looks conflicted for a moment. "I don't know much, really. I was...

"It seems I've arrived at a very eventful time. I'm sorry for the inconveniance," Harlequin apologised, noting the presence of another bloodied individual. Harlequin winced a little as he lay down. He tried to remember whether he brought his luggage in with him. It could wait. "There's a lot...

Harlequin smiles back and follows. "I should be thanking you actually, Cymbeline. I guess you don't remember what took place," Harlequin smiled ironically, "I guess when you know you'll see the humour in it." He chuckles, "Heh, 'owies', I like that."

"You shot a kid?" Piotr said, not accusingly but sympathetically, "It doesn't go away. I knew a guy who did that a long time ago. He... how do you say it? Ate his gun, I think." The Russian scratched his head and appeared lost in thought for a second. "The things that lurk in the dark, who do...

Harlequin smiled and shook his head. That caused a minor dizziness attack but leaning against the wall ensured he didn't fall. "You're definiely not crazy," he explained, "That dream means something very significant. If I'm lucky your friends can explain it to you, but if not I'll explain it to...

Piotr Fensk Piotr is not a big man, but is fairly muscular. He looks older than he actually is, but is reasonably attractive nonetheless. His eyes are dull hazel but his hair is quite unique, being an even blend of black and brown. Not to say that his hair is dark brown, but that there is an...

"Police? That will help us," Piotr says, impressed, "I'll probably have to employ people to keep the store open if werewolf stuff takes up a lot of time." Piotr's mistake, it seemed as though the cop, Drake and the artist were all around the same age. Early twenties, probably. "I cannot take...

Harlequin physically sags once the officer is out of sight. He staggers a little and leans against a wall. "I'm glad to see she's alright," he says, his injuries visible again, "I'm a gentleman, then? Heh. Did my mumbling before make any sense?" If she understood Atlantean then that would make...

Harlequin chuckles good-naturedly. "Sorry, officer, forgot you had asked. My friends call me Hal," he says with a respectful nod, "I'm here for a holiday, checking out property prices." He was getting a little light-headed, and had missed the question the first time. Harlequin could feel the...

Skinheads? Piotr though to himself. If he remembered correctly that was a nickname for Nazis. His grandfather fought them. If the Pure were anything like them then Piotr's stance towards them would be an easy decision to make. "And Sherlock," Piotr adds, placing a hand on Drake's shoulder, "I...