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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Fanog" data-source="post: 954169" data-attributes="member: 10680">The VaultBoston, MassachussetsOctober 2002, around 10 AMIn the door opening was the man that Jason had met yesterday. He stood there, his short grey hair in disarray from the wind outside. The calm expression that the man had had yesterday was gone, there was only cold determination in his eyes."Mister Siddique, I had hoped that you would see what was right for yourself. I gave you an opportunity to escape your fears. Instead, you flee only further... I am truely sorry for having to do this, but you leave me no choice... You will learn, whether you want to or not. "The man walks toward Jason at quite a brisk pace, not revealing any of his further intentions just yet.OoC: Jason_______________________Leo's homeDenver, ColoradoSaturday, around 8 AM, October 2002As soon as Leo enters his own home, fatigue sets in. Fast... He manages to get undresses and drops to bed exhausted. He has dreams of flying over mountain ranges, crashing into the ball court over and over, flashes of Wu Xia movies, all of his fears and hopes put into the blender that is the subconscious.Despite this, Leo feels quite refreshed as he awakens the next morning, early as always. A milky morning sun lights his bed room. As he sits up, he looks at the alarm clock. Still four hours to go until his meeting...OoC: Leo_______________________industrial area off of the M6London, EnglandOctober 2002, around 9 PMDr. Franks gives Taylor a piercing look, his brows arching close together as his gaze intensifies. "Mister Willoughby, I wouldn't do that if I were you. This is just the kind of thing I was talking about. But, you should know that by now... Be assured when I say, that this road leads no where."Taylor can hear the words only barely, caught up in a maelstrom of thought. More and more of the dots get connected as he notes that every story conceived of, every action taken can be reduced to a few elementals. And that all of these must be real, in some form. They must make up the building blocks of reality. But how is reality formed from these building blocks? What detemines the stacking of the elementals?Dr. Franks briefly turns his attention to the driver. "Mark, we have a problem. Park the car." Almost immediately, the car takes a sharp turn, entering an empty parking lot in front of a warehouse.OoC: Taylor</blockquote>

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