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"Actually, it was Doctor Who. And don't accuse me of drug use. That's called slander, Crockett," say Rook calmly. "See, what I always liked about the Doctor was, his great ability wasn't being smart--it wasn't having a time machine--it was acknowledging exactly what kind of situation he was...

"Your call. But I'm telling you--strength in numbers is our best option. If we're seperated, it can get to us a lot easier..." He sits down on his rental car hood. "I'll sit here, if you don't mind. This way, I can make a break for it much easier." He begins to whistle, then glances at...

Jacob nods. "Right... right... Well, there's one in my room, and possibly another one in that one..." He gestures at Room #4. "So, I'd say the best bet would be for all of us to go to..." He glances around, then stops. "The office." He nods. "How about you get the girl, then we all go to...

Re: The Wild Hunt. Well--it seems something lean and athirst is troubling NYC. Also, to explain Rook's comments, he's a UFOologist of the John Keel ilk...

Bernlad walks back. "All right, lads. Hop to it. We've got to get travellin' now! We're two days from camp, with all the wine, women, and wine that ye could possibly want!" He then joins the other soldiers and mounts his horse.

Loas nods. He gestures to a carefully made ladder on this particular tree branch. "Follow me. You're travelling through the lands of Terra's Stepchildren." Liev can't make much out, what with all the leaves, and such.

"Make sure whatever it is that was in the dog leg gets dead, and then write an article with half the facts and all the names left out, while hinting at a dark and hideous conspiracy," answers Jacob. "Nothing's turned up, eh? Well, damn. Just me going off on one of my paranoid tangents again...

Jacob takes a deep breath. "Well, you've failed to clear up just what's going on here, and my lawyers would probably advise to keep my mouth shut, but they're not here right now, and we seem to have gone through the looking glass, and then fallen down the rabbit hole while we're at it, so what...

The sling is sturdy and strong, made of a deceptively strong material that you suspect is spidersilk.

Au ab nab, Tz.

"Well, first, I'd like to get some clarification--am I being detained as a witness, or held as a suspect?" says Jacob. "If I'm being detained, what is it that I witnessed, and how is it connected with what you seem to say is your case? If I'm being held as a suspect, what am I being charged...

Loas gives a whistle. "Don't worry, Hob. We've thought of that. We know how fond you hobs are of the things." A pair of wood goblins lower themselves from the trees on large spiders, and produce a sling to carry the wolf in. With that done, he glances at the druid. "And don't bother calling...

Argent finds himself looking at the green face, pointed ears, and yellow eyes of a Wood Goblin. Though he's never met him personally, the ruby earrings in the right ear, and emerald ones in the left identify him as Loas Willowbark, a war leader and speaker of the local tribe.

Yes. I'm sorry. Jacob may have high Sanity, but his sanity is another matter...

"This investigation is it's own worst threat," mutters Jacob. "You can't lock handcuffs on something that doesn't have arms and isn't necessarily from this dimension to start with. I don't know what's happening here, but I know that it doesn't give a flying *CED* about your rules and...

"My name is Jacob Rook," he mutters. "Freelancer. I'm not giving you anything more until you start taking me seriously. I don't know exactly what you're doing here, but it's clearly not a regular investigation. And based on the way you're acting, I think we've both stumbled onto the same...

Ahh, shot by FBI agents, or killed by unnamable nasties. The choices we make.

"There is something in my room. An animal. I think it wants to kill us. I think that if I do not have a gun, the damn thing will get a chance to do that," mutters Jacob as he tries to dodge "Crockett's" swing. He drops his gun. "But you know, I guess being shot by you isn't a big...

And now we see the dangers of teaming up libertarians and FBI agents.

Jacob stares at him for a moment. "Well, I never really got the meaning of violence being the refuge of the terminally incompetent til now. I mean, it's always worked when I had to use it." He pops his gun open, and gestures at it. "I always carry it chamber empty. Prevents stupid...