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Streets of Boston Boston, Massachussets 2 am, October 2002 Jason leans back to stretch out on the seats, muttering incoherently to the driver. "Lucky me, huh?" With a crooked grin, the young man drapes an arm over his shoulder, and takes a deep breath. Through some sheer act of will, he...

Grundle's, Ravenscraig Froud pushes open the stone door. Though it looks heavy it is surprisingly light, as the Dwarf architects who had designed it took into account levers and counterbalances. Inside, the torchlight is dim and subdued, with great gray shadows covering the walls. Of course...

Daunte was a ball of conflicting ideas. He didn't want to follow the others out there. Like he said, he wasn't no hero. Even worse, he'd probably just get in the way and end up shot. On the other hand, he didn't want to stay by himself in a room that some psycho had tried to torch. Said...

"Music and machines, man," Bobcat said almost instantly, a bright smile lighting up her features once more. She had a wistful look in her eyes as she seemed to drift away a bit. "I love playing instruments... strings mostly but I can blow with the best of them. And get me under any heavy...

Streets of Boston Boston, Massachussets 2 am, October 2002 Jason giggled at the bus driver's question, and he lurched up the steps and dropped into the closest seat to stop his head from swimming away from his body. "I don't know," he answers solemnly, before being momentarily overcome by...

~ Outside Grundle's, Ravenscraig Yara raised a pencil thin eyebrow quizically, placing her leather gloved hands on her hips. "Alright, which plan is it? Smoke and fire, or rich merchant? I personally vote for Rich Merchant. That's a ploy with some potential. At least give me a chance to...

Streets of Boston Boston, Massachussets 2 am, October 2002 "First bit of good news all day," Jason says to himself, nursing his throbbing head. He jogs awkwardly toward the bus, waving in grand motions to catch the driver's attention. "Hey! Slow down! I want on!"

Daunte jumps slightly at the sound of the gunshot, then reflexively ducks behind something. His eyes furtively go to the ranger. "Looks like your perp is back," he says with a rueful shake of his head. He doesn't envy the sole member of law enforcement present in this crazy little place...

OOC: The Dwarves left at the same time you headed back to the Badger earlier. They told you that they would be staying in rooms 1 & 2 of the Gemcutter Inn in the Undercity.

"Hell, I wholeheartedly agree," Daunte nods as John explains dismisses an electrical fire. "I just want to cover my bases. You got any ideas on the source, though? Because right now, 'the boogieman didit' is looking very appealing."

Streets of Boston Boston, Massachussets night, October 2002 "I am slowly going crazy..." Jason sings to himself softly, a simple jingle from his childhood. He feels unimaginably tired, like he's aged four decades or run a marathon or had his puppy die. He feels physically, mentally and...

Great! Then we're under way again, as I'm sure you've noticed :D Also, I know I'm probably missing it somewhere, but Argent, where is Forge's standard spell layout?

~ Outside Grundle's, Ravenscraig After what seemed like forever, Forge, Froud and Yara arrived outside of the two-storied stone tavern. The orange glow of torchlight and the rowdy sound of Dwarven voices let the company know that the tavern was still quite a popular stop. Before they entered...

Jason Siddique was angry. The man's words had echoed in his brain for a while after that; even the sweet, sweet liquour couldn't totally erase the man's words. Tucked away in some obscure corner of the city, the little Irish pub he'd sought out carried his current poison of choice, and it was...

This close to the Seargent, Jac felt her head swim, just a little. Course, she'd never admit it in present company. She knew she should have stepped back. She had no idea how good Anders' was at this demolitions thing, and it would certainly mean her life. But for some reason, she didn't...

Bobcat's cheeks blushed into a healthy rosy hue as she swalloweed. A little teary-eyed, she nodded at the monk. "Mm-hmm. Quite tasty!" she added, with a little too much enthusiasm. A small hiccup escaped her mouth, and she covered it quickly in embarassment. "So, you come here regularly?"...

Daunte got as close to the stand as possible before hefting his pan at it. His act of firefighting done, he begins to carefully scrutinize the area carefully. "This is all looking pretty fishy," he concludes to the others. "Think it's just a little bit on the weird side that half the place...

Gardens outside Devlin Hall, BC Fine Arts Department Boston, Massachussets late afternoon, October 2002 Jason shakes his head in disbelief. "This is... it's just crazy. Do you know what you're saying?" He puts a fist to his temple, trying to quell the sudden migraine that's pounding in his...

1st Floor – Organ Hall Clairmont Mansion Jac gave Anders a wry smile. "Well, I'm hoping your man is good enough at his job so I don't have to be," she admitted. "But I'll do what I can. It could be all of us on the line, if this doesn't go as planned." Then she returned her gaze to Michael...

If Michael's amenable, Jac will assist him with disabling the explosive.