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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Fanog" data-source="post: 1035150" data-attributes="member: 10680">streets of Boston (?)Boston, Massachussets (?)October 2002, around 11:30 AMJason looks behind him to adress the old man. To his surprise and initial shock, he seems to be gone. Jason can still feel the sensation of the man's hand firmly on his shoulder, even though ther is no one there. It takes a moment for Jason to him that the street he was just in, seems to have vanished or has become quite 'unreal'. The general layout is still the same, but everything seems to have been replaced by living, talking beings in all sizes and varieties. And then he sees her...She opens her delicate, perfect mouth and speaks in melody. She utters words in tunes that Jason has always thought he heard, but could never place. They were the fragments that lingered as he woke up, or the tones that he thought he heard when all was silent. The tune of inspiration sung by his muse, for him."Welcome Jason... I cannot tell you how glad I am to see you finally. I had feared that you would never hear my pleadings, even though you dreamed of me. At last, you have come to unite with me and let me express my feelings. All will be different from now on. Trust me..."The woman smiled a perfect smile and spread out her arms, motioning for Jason to come closer. As soon as he tried though, he found that he was rooted to his place, held there by the pressure on his shoulder.OoC: Jason_______________________The mountains (?)Saturday 12:30, October 2002Leo runs up the stairs in his fast pace and quickly reaches the square building, about fourty feet across. It is built in typical eastern style, wood painted in several reds and greens. There is no door, the stairs lead right up to the entrance. Leo can see into the building and notes that it is mostly empty. Its only features are straw mats covering all of the floor, and several wall hangings.Straight across from the entrance stands a man, looking straight at Leo. He has fair skin, drawn tight over an exceptionally thin frame. His arms show small but lean muscles, and not a sliver of fat. The man wears only black flowing pants, his bare chest clearly showing his ribs. The palms of his hands are pressed together, held in front of his chest.The man speaks as soon as Leo sees him. He speaks in English, his voice tinged with eagerness, anticipation... "You've made it. Good... You seem quite strong, a real challenge."The man's hands drop from their position as he rolls his shoulders. He knacks his knuckles, exposing the white bone beneath his thin pale skin even more then before. "We fight." He makes it seem like a simply statement of fact. "You wouldn't be here if you weren't like the others. Like me... You know you're here to beat me. So, show me what you've learned." The man stands silent, though alert, waiting for Leo to act...OoC: Leo_______________________Ty's home, city centreCambridge, EnglandOctober 2002, around 4 PMTy completes his spin and drops the spoon, hoping for the best. His heart leaps as he hears the sounds of iron hitting iron, instead of the kitchen floor. Opening his eyes, he finds that the spoon has indeed landed neatly in the compartment with the other spoons. He repeats the test again, and finds again that he is succesfull in exactly half of the experiments.His trained scientific mind tries to find a reason why both experiments give the same result, a succes rate of 50 percent. Even though the experiment are different, there are really only two outcomes of each; hit or miss. There are of course more states of outcome, the spoon could land anywhere on the kitchen floor. It would seem almost like I've managed to condense all of these into one outcome only; the spoon landing on the floor. If that's reallt the case, then it would act like elementary particles! But then, how do I know if the states are bosons or fermions, and can I ever do better then fifty percent?Puzzled, Ty sits down for a moment. His stomach alerts him that he's skipped lunch, and the clock tells him that it's nearly four.OoC: Ty_______________________outskirts of LondonLondon, EnglandOctober 2002, around 10 PMThe man seems pleased with Taylor's answer. His face relaxes a bit. "Very well, please follow me then." The man walks over to a wooden bench and table within sight, taking the opportunity to stretch his legs.He sits down and motions Taylor to do the same. "You can see patterns, can you not? You have just shown that you can also manipulate them, even though you probably do not know what you did exactly. The truth is that most people can get an intuitive feel for these patterns, the lines and shapes that guide us. The amount of things around each person is so vast that he cannot perceive each thing individually. Instead, the mind selects that to retain, based on interest and patterns. People do not see leaves, but they see a tree. They do not see bricks, but the see a wall. Sometimes, people will even fill in the blanks and see things that are not there." The old man leans back, stretching his back. He quickly resumes talking."This must of course all be familiar and boring to you, but it is important to realise, I think. Once you can adjust the patterns themselves, many things are possible. For one, it is possible to hide yourself within them, simply by shaping patterns so that you will blend in. No, I have feeling what you will ask. You will not be able to turn yourself invisible... yet. For now, I can teach you how to act and how to fold just enough to escape notice. You will simply seem part of the pattern..."OoC: Taylor</blockquote>

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