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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Fanog" data-source="post: 1119501" data-attributes="member: 10680">The mountains (?)Saturday 12:45, October 2002The boney man tilts his head and bares his teeth in a peevish grin as he blocks the first of Leo's strike. Leo can feel his muscles warming up as he pours himself into the fight more and more. The man with him must also feel it, for he has finally stopped talking.Both man slide along the room as try to size each other up, varying pace and style. Leo notes that the man must have training isn a myriad of different arts, and can vary fluently between each of them. As Leo and the skinny man become more accustomed to each other, and Leo gets a feel for his odd surroundings, the momentum of their fight increases, taking on a life of their own. After Leo makes a rapid advances, he spots a weakness in the man's defense. Taking immediate advantage of the opportunity, Leo dives in and plants a solid blow in the man's side, feeling the man's ribs below his fist. Only a split second later does Leo find out why the hole in the defense was there, as the man's knee retaliates and knocks the wind out of his lungs. The force leaves him staggered for a moment, but so is his opponent recovering from punch in his ribs.In front of Leo's house, two man stand waiting. An awkard silence hangs between them as one smokes a cigar and the other gazes off into the distance. Suddenly, as if struck by lightning, the old gazing man twists about, looking at the other. "Mister Turnbull, do you now where the gas station is that Mister Sykes is heading? I suggest we get in the car now and drive there." The smoking one looks confused for the slightest moment, but springs into action. "Damnit, I knew it... You're gonna regret it if something has happened to him, old man." Gus hurries to his car, the old man following on his heels.OoC: Leo_______________________Outskirts of New York CityNYC, New Yorkthursday, October 2002, around 8 PM"Hmm..." The man is silent for a moment, caught in doubt. "I understand that you place the power of individuals very highly, but it seems to me that you then underestimate yourself. You are right about a lot of things, and there is magic to be found in new uses of technology. I was trying to figure out why you would wait until you had a company before you would make use of that full potential. If you realize what you can do with knowledge and understanding, then why the wait?"The man makes a nod, as if coming to a decision. "Very well. I hope that I have caught your attention, and that you will hear me out." The man releases one hand from the wheel, and places it in Max' neck. He pinches slightly, after which the feeling in his body starts to return.OoC: Max_______________________Coffeebar DaybreakBoston, Massachussetstuesday, October 2002, around 12:30 PM"Yes, I would. Thank you very much." The old man slowly takes place on the bench opposite Todd. "Mister Whitford, I think that I have come here to give you guidance. It seems like you are ready, but unsure of what is expected of you. I am aware that you have been having dreams, and that these have been more frequent lately. I can teach you what these dreams mean, they are a manifstation of searching for your destiny. You are standing on the brink of realizing what it is that you were meant to do. I do not know what this is, but I can help you find out."The man looks at Todd closely, waiting to see how the words fall with the youg man.OoC Todd</blockquote>

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