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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Fanog" data-source="post: 914480" data-attributes="member: 10680">On the Court, Pepsi CenterDenver, ColoradoOctober 2002Leo's preparations were finally seeming to pay off, the nearer he came to the start of the match. When he finally stood on the court waiting for the first buzzer, he was at last feeling comfortable with his body. His head was a bit heavy but it wasn't as bad as it had been.The signal pushed him just that much farther, excitement and pace pushing aside all other concerns. The Nuggets had an excellent start, pulling a few points ahead by the end of the first period. Just seconds before the buzzer, Leo made an unexpected steal. He dove past the guard, crossed the distance to the basket in three giant leaps, and took off for what should have become a powerful slam dunk. All of it went perfect, until he was flying through the air and noticed the odd man sitting in the stands, still wearing his red-white cap.Leo's vision wavered until all of it went white, noise fading along with the colors. He felt the control of his limbs slipping away, like they weren't his anymore. All he felt was cold...The athlete opened his eyes to find that he sat, cross-legged, on a snow-topped mountain. Behind him he heard a voice. The words sounded strange, but he found that he could understand them regardless."Yes, that is good. Now stand, and jump. Breathe, feel yourself become lighter until the point where you take off."OoC: Leo_______________________Gardens outside Devlin Hall, BC Fine Arts DepartmentBoston, Massachussetslate afternoon, October 2002The man stood fixed during Jason's words, his face showing only calm. As Jason turned to leave, the old man accompanied him and soon took a turn deeper into the gardens, taking Jason with him."For you it was, indeed, an accident. You did nothing delibrate, you are not to blame."The man's voice takes on a different quality, as if he were teaching more then holding a conversation."You call the fire an accident because you don't understand what happened, but I can tell you that everything had a reason. One thing leads to another, even though we often don't intend such consequences.""Mister Siddique," the man says as he stops and turns to look at Jason, "you have great potential and I think it is important for you to learn what you can do with it. I want you to understand what happened when your parent's house went up in flames."OoC: Jason_______________________Bad Albert's Tap and GrillSeattle, Washingtonfriday night, October 2002The man watches Charles intently while listening, occasionaly taking a sip of his drink."Oh no," he says while giving a little smile. "I'm not in the music business. I can not offer you a record deal, but I can give you a chance - a new start, so to say..."He seems caught up in thought for a moment, but catches Charles before the man has a chance to stand up from his chair. His eyes take on a piercing quality, as if they would crush trough any response he would make. "These swallows. Have you ever wondered why they would return each year? Do they even think about it? Do they return because they are perfectly content in the mission, or simply because they are afraid to go some place else? Do they even have a choice?"The man releases Charles and drains the last of his soda. "Mister Arctor, I'm offering you the choice to do something different with your life. Please think it over, I will be here again tomorrow. Good night." The man sits back in his chair, seemingly not about to go anywhere soon.OoC: Charles_______________________Cavendish Laboratory, room 13.114Cambridge, EnglandOctober 2002, late eveningThe young scientist read, and read, and read some more. He waved away his collegues coming his pick him up for lunch, and didn't respond to the cleaner's request to leave the room for five minutes.As he read through the book, Ty wondered how he had ever managed to think that he had actually comprehended what was written in it. The book was a sort of 'what-if' treatment of the implications of quantum mechanics, going off of the assumption that quantum aspects could be applied to macroscopic entities. The text was frighteningly detailed for a work that could only be labeled as spielerei. Still, it was that level of detail that almost lent the treatise credibility.As Ty looked up from the book, he noticed that dusk has started to set in, annd that he had missed two meals over the course of the day. He remebered the card again, and went to pick it up. The car was index-sized and made from high-quality beige paper. A few lines of text were written with black ink, in a flowing hand. "Mr. Gustalf, I apologize that I have had to take this book from you. You would not have been able to grasp the importance of the words within. You are ready now."OoC: Ty</blockquote>

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