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<blockquote data-quote="Fanog" data-source="post: 1117121" data-attributes="member: 10680">Outskirts of New York CityNYC, New Yorkthursday, October 2002, around 8 PM&quot;Hmm, that is interesting.&quot; The man smiles as if having a personal joke. &quot;Say, these old witches and warlocks... they did not need a 'company' to do good and work on technology, now did they? Really, what did they have that would allow them to provide for the people around them? A large company, lots of money and employees? - or something else entirely maybe?&quot;Smiling, Mister Masuda looks at Max, obviously quite content with the way the conversation is going.OoC: Max_______________________Streets of Boston (?)Boston, Massachussets (?)October 2002, around 11:30 AM&quot;Now, that's the spirit&quot;, replies the beast, quite obviously picking up on the presence of Jason's slumbering rebellion. From the corner of his eye, Jason can see his muse watching him, only barely overcoming her fear of what might happen to Jason.&quot;Now, the first part is real easy, especially in here. You know how they always say you should look at yourself first? That's a load of crap. If you were meant to look at yourself, your eyes wouldn't have pointed outwards.&quot; A low howl emerges from the creature's throat.&quot;So, look at me. I'm sure you've noticed the flames. Right? They're not just decoration, they actually mean something. You can tell a book by its cover, if you know where to look... You see those faeries over there, the small chattering ones? That's a bit of wind you see flowing about them. They look nice, but there's nothing really there, no substance. These flames, they mean something. You would have them too, if you could only bring yourself to actually carry them here. So, look at me, closely. What do these flames tell you?&quot;OoC: Jason</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Fanog, post: 1117121, member: 10680"] [i]Outskirts of New York City NYC, New York thursday, October 2002, around 8 PM[/i] "Hmm, that is interesting." The man smiles as if having a personal joke. "Say, these old [i]witches[/i] and [i]warlocks[/i]... they did not need a 'company' to do good and work on technology, now did they? Really, what did they have that would allow them to provide for the people around them? A large company, lots of money and employees? - or something else entirely maybe?" Smiling, Mister Masuda looks at Max, obviously quite content with the way the conversation is going. [COLOR=silver]OoC: Max[/COLOR] _______________________ [i]Streets of Boston (?) Boston, Massachussets (?) October 2002, around 11:30 AM[/i] "Now, [i]that's[/i] the spirit", replies the beast, quite obviously picking up on the presence of Jason's slumbering rebellion. From the corner of his eye, Jason can see his muse watching him, only barely overcoming her fear of what might happen to Jason. "Now, the first part is real easy, especially in here. You know how they always say you should look at yourself first? That's a load of crap. If you were meant to look at yourself, your eyes wouldn't have pointed outwards." A low howl emerges from the creature's throat. "So, look at me. I'm sure you've noticed the flames. Right? They're not just decoration, they actually [i]mean[/i] something. You can tell a book by its cover, if you know where to look... You see those faeries over there, the small chattering ones? That's a bit of wind you see flowing about them. They look nice, but there's nothing really [i]there[/i], no substance. These flames, they mean something. You would have them too, if you could only bring yourself to actually carry them here. So, look at me, [i]closely[/i]. What do these flames tell you?" [COLOR=silver]OoC: Jason[/COLOR] [/QUOTE]

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