Buffy RPG - A Hellmouth in Waterloo - The Bone Collector S1E1
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Herobizkit
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Rory grinned. "There's a good lad. I'm not sure she was a demon, but there was something supernatural about her. I've got the Sight, you know."
"She went down yonder alley," he said, pointing to where he had last seen the Asian beauty, "But I doubt ye'll catch her. She's wiry."
"She went down yonder alley," he said, pointing to where he had last seen the Asian beauty, "But I doubt ye'll catch her. She's wiry."
Herobizkit
Adventurer
"Cavorting, eh?" Rory says with a wry smile. "I didn'ae think she was even lookin' to get her rock n' roll. Good for her!"
Systole
First Post
Rechard looks up from the rather engrossing crime scene. "Why hello, Rory," he says, with an ever so slightly predatory smile. "It's good to see you taking such an interest in ... extracurricular activities."
"She appeared Oriental, you say?" He looks thoughtful. "Tibetan? No, you wouldn't know. It does bear investigating... but I feel we have taken as much as we might from this place. Perhaps we should adjourn, and meet this afternoon, after classes."
"She appeared Oriental, you say?" He looks thoughtful. "Tibetan? No, you wouldn't know. It does bear investigating... but I feel we have taken as much as we might from this place. Perhaps we should adjourn, and meet this afternoon, after classes."
INT. DAY - RECHARD'S OFFICE STUDIO
The impromptu gang is scattered around Rechard's studio, intermingled with his own works in various stages of completion, as well as finished works (of his own and others). Sombre mood - little was learned in the alley beyond Juno's discoveries, and there's a bit of tenseness as the still-mostly unfamiliar people try to gel.
Rory and Rechard are chatting - Rechard using Rory's description of the Chinese woman to sketch a rather accurate image - slight but toned, jet black hair draping to mid-shoulder, and a cold sternness to her eyes that chill any soft beauty.
Several browser windows are open on Dafydd's laptop - one on the mystical properties of silver, one on demons that burnt up, and the earlier hits on the bone and blade searches. A look of frustration on the Welshman says volumes about how little there is connecting the four subjects.
The impromptu gang is scattered around Rechard's studio, intermingled with his own works in various stages of completion, as well as finished works (of his own and others). Sombre mood - little was learned in the alley beyond Juno's discoveries, and there's a bit of tenseness as the still-mostly unfamiliar people try to gel.
Rory and Rechard are chatting - Rechard using Rory's description of the Chinese woman to sketch a rather accurate image - slight but toned, jet black hair draping to mid-shoulder, and a cold sternness to her eyes that chill any soft beauty.
Several browser windows are open on Dafydd's laptop - one on the mystical properties of silver, one on demons that burnt up, and the earlier hits on the bone and blade searches. A look of frustration on the Welshman says volumes about how little there is connecting the four subjects.
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[Close-up of a hand written note on some stiff kind of paper, written in a beautiful-if-nearly-unintelligible handwriting.]
“Dear Mr Moon,
You are kindly invited to join a brainstorming session regarding recent events which concern a man of your temper and puissance.
We, being the group that so recently had an unfortunate meeting during my art-class, shall meet at my office. Your presence would be highly appreciated.
Sincerely yours,
Prof. Butler.”
[Zoom out, Steven Moon dressed in university gym-suit and jacket, standing self-conscious in front of an office door.]
“Damn, damn damn, what am I getting myself into. Arty-farty professors that smell wrong and can’t write a note in plain English, and a bunch of môniyâw. Only one way to find out.”
He raps the door smartly and steps in without waiting for a reply.
[Fade out, switch camera to ‘inside the office’]
The door shakes slightly at three massive thuds, then it opens without delay. A massive figure, clearly of native descent, dressed in university gym-suit steps inside.
His face is blank and nearly unreadable, but a slight clenching of the jaw indicates some tension.
“Hiya all. I found a note in my locker?”
[sblock=OOC] Cor azer : I allways use google documents, it has saved me a fair ammount of time when enworld stutters and acts up
. It also allows me to type at leasure on an update, since I can type both at work and at home (it's a cloud system which autosaves). I dunno if you still need invites to get a gmail addy or google+, but I still have quite a few invites left so just give me a yell (that goes for all of you btw) . The only downside is that for one reason or another it doesn't accept square brackets, but that's not unsurmountable [/sblock]
“Dear Mr Moon,
You are kindly invited to join a brainstorming session regarding recent events which concern a man of your temper and puissance.
We, being the group that so recently had an unfortunate meeting during my art-class, shall meet at my office. Your presence would be highly appreciated.
Sincerely yours,
Prof. Butler.”
[Zoom out, Steven Moon dressed in university gym-suit and jacket, standing self-conscious in front of an office door.]
“Damn, damn damn, what am I getting myself into. Arty-farty professors that smell wrong and can’t write a note in plain English, and a bunch of môniyâw. Only one way to find out.”
He raps the door smartly and steps in without waiting for a reply.
[Fade out, switch camera to ‘inside the office’]
The door shakes slightly at three massive thuds, then it opens without delay. A massive figure, clearly of native descent, dressed in university gym-suit steps inside.
His face is blank and nearly unreadable, but a slight clenching of the jaw indicates some tension.
“Hiya all. I found a note in my locker?”
[sblock=OOC] Cor azer : I allways use google documents, it has saved me a fair ammount of time when enworld stutters and acts up
. It also allows me to type at leasure on an update, since I can type both at work and at home (it's a cloud system which autosaves). I dunno if you still need invites to get a gmail addy or google+, but I still have quite a few invites left so just give me a yell (that goes for all of you btw) . The only downside is that for one reason or another it doesn't accept square brackets, but that's not unsurmountable [/sblock]
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Gavin starts as Moon enters.
"Oh, hi. Um, Gavin," says an awkward young man, holding out his hand. "Dunno if you remember me. I was at ... the ... you know, with the bood and the fighting?" He feebly looks to the others to elaborate. It had seemed obvious to call in the only person from the 'unfortunate lecture' who hadn't been drawn to this latest scene, but Gavin wasn't quite sure how one eased in to this sort of thing.
"Oh, hi. Um, Gavin," says an awkward young man, holding out his hand. "Dunno if you remember me. I was at ... the ... you know, with the bood and the fighting?" He feebly looks to the others to elaborate. It had seemed obvious to call in the only person from the 'unfortunate lecture' who hadn't been drawn to this latest scene, but Gavin wasn't quite sure how one eased in to this sort of thing.
Steven engulfs the hand with his and tries not to break anything.
Half-healed ligamentairy injury right ankle. Chronic low-back pain. Chronic sinusitis from repeated nose fractures. Torn rotator-cuff right shoulder. Bruised left thorax with underlying hairline rib-fracture.
"Steven Moon" he growls, confused by the slight look of euphoria that crosses across Gavin's face.
[sblock=OOC] Heightened senses 'smell' even in human form. Can Steven smell that Gavin is a half-demon, that the prof drinks demon blood, or that there's a half-fae in the room?[/sblock]
Half-healed ligamentairy injury right ankle. Chronic low-back pain. Chronic sinusitis from repeated nose fractures. Torn rotator-cuff right shoulder. Bruised left thorax with underlying hairline rib-fracture.
"Steven Moon" he growls, confused by the slight look of euphoria that crosses across Gavin's face.
[sblock=OOC] Heightened senses 'smell' even in human form. Can Steven smell that Gavin is a half-demon, that the prof drinks demon blood, or that there's a half-fae in the room?[/sblock]
Systole
First Post
"Mr. Moon, so kind of you to reply to my invitation. You are here for some extra credit, yes? Having graded your first exam, I should say you might well benefit from it."
He circles to his desk and sits down. "Do we need re-introductions? No? Well then: we appear to be looking at some sort of demonic activity ... which is terrible, of course, and absolutely nothing of the sort we should stand for in our fair city." As he says this, Rechard's pupils dilate hungrily. He shakes his head, clearing away the thought. "However, our 'solid leads,' as a Constable David might phrase it, amount to a crucifix and fewer boxes than bodies. And there is the strange appearance of a woman of the Orient at the scene."
He circles to his desk and sits down. "Do we need re-introductions? No? Well then: we appear to be looking at some sort of demonic activity ... which is terrible, of course, and absolutely nothing of the sort we should stand for in our fair city." As he says this, Rechard's pupils dilate hungrily. He shakes his head, clearing away the thought. "However, our 'solid leads,' as a Constable David might phrase it, amount to a crucifix and fewer boxes than bodies. And there is the strange appearance of a woman of the Orient at the scene."
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