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<blockquote data-quote="Fanog" data-source="post: 974776" data-attributes="member: 10680"><p><em>Leo's home</em></p><p><em>Denver, Colorado</em></p><p><em>Saturday Noon, October 2002</em></p><p></p><p>"Ah, how nice to meet you. Masuda." The man takes a deep bow as he introduces himself. Beyond that, he doesn't answer the question that Leo posed. Gus stands there a bit awkward, not sure how to respond to the bow. He end up with a slightly gruff "Uh, hello. Leo told me about you." He keeps a close eye to the odd man, but lets Leo do the talking.</p><p></p><p>Mr. Masuda turns to Leo. "Mr. Sykes, I hope you are ready for today's exercise? We shall be going out to walk, or run... I hope that you will be able to open up earlier than you did yesterday, it would be good if you did not have to exhaust yourself totally. Or do you have any questions from yesterday, perhaps?"</p><p></p><p><span style="color: silver">OoC: Leo</span></p><p>_______________________</p><p></p><p><em>industrial area off of the M6</em></p><p><em>London, England</em></p><p><em>October 2002, around 9 PM</em></p><p></p><p>The asian-looking man riding the black motorcycle looks quite old and is dressed in a plain suit with a dark raincoat. Even though he looks totally out of place on the heavy vehicle, he seems to do reasonable well in driving it. </p><p></p><p>Checking back behind him, Taylor notices that his assailant has given up on the fence and is now running to the entrance at high speed, hoping to round the fence in time to catch Taylor. The two men who had emerged from the small building are already out on the road, both of them running towards Taylor.</p><p></p><p>The man on the motorcycle stops about two feet short of Taylor's position, and motions his head for Taylor to hop on the vehicle as well, speaking in a heavily accented voice. "Get on... I will deal with those two."</p><p></p><p><span style="color: silver">OoC: Taylor</span></p><p>_______________________</p><p></p><p><em>Ty's home, city centre</em></p><p><em>Cambridge, England</em></p><p><em>October 2002, late evening</em></p><p></p><p>The man sets down the cup on the table and sits back into his chair. "Yes, it is quite a daunting task, but I can tell you that it is possible. Many have succeeded before you, and their experience can help you attain this. There are quite some exercises and practices that will help you clear you mind and detatch from reality."</p><p></p><p>The man's eyes glaze over a bit, just as if he is thinking about something from long ago. "Once you attain this, the possibilies are many. Chinese monks have used it to push through the boundaries of their bodies, not hindered by their shells. You would be able to give these possibilites your own twist. Many theories become valid once your mind is no longer there to witness the result. Because, if you cannot see what occured, how could you claim that the impossible happened?"</p><p></p><p>He smiles, awaiting Ty's reaction to <em>that</em>.</p><p></p><p><span style="color: silver">OoC: Ty</span></p><p>_______________________</p><p></p><p><em>Bad Albert's Tap and Grill</em></p><p><em>Seattle, Washington</em></p><p><em>saturday evening ,October 2002</em></p><p></p><p>The man simply nods while chewing the food in his mouth. He swallows and takes a sip from his soda.</p><p></p><p>"Yes, I am... I must say that I am very pleased to see you again. Have you thought about my offer from last night? At least, I assume that that is what you are here for?"</p><p></p><p><span style="color: silver">OoC: Charles</span></p><p>_______________________</p><p></p><p></p><p><em>streets of Boston</em></p><p><em>Boston, Massachussets</em></p><p><em>October 2002, around 11 AM</em></p><p></p><p>The man puts a hand on Jason's shoulder, guiding him out into the streets that were still quite empty. As they they walked in the morning sun, Jason seems to regain some of his strength, calmed by the soothing presence of the old man.</p><p></p><p>"We will just take a walk through the town. Try to see what happens around us, where you live. I am sure that this must be hard to understand for you. Let me try by giving an example... Maybe artists and students speak of a muse, inspriration that seems to come out of nowhere. Even though most think it is just their talent showing, some artists come to revere this source of inspiration as something real, speaking as if they are guided by the whims of some real creature."</p><p></p><p>"Some of these people go through rituals, thet go through all kinds of things to appease their muse trying to get on her good side, allowing the artist to create. Many of the great artists of old have held this belief, you must know many from your own circle who do, you might even do yourself... Now, if all of these great minds look to something external to help them, how odd would it be to suppose that there <em>is</em> indeed something that guides their hands as they create?"</p><p></p><p><span style="color: silver">OoC: Jason</span></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Fanog, post: 974776, member: 10680"] [i]Leo's home Denver, Colorado Saturday Noon, October 2002[/i] "Ah, how nice to meet you. Masuda." The man takes a deep bow as he introduces himself. Beyond that, he doesn't answer the question that Leo posed. Gus stands there a bit awkward, not sure how to respond to the bow. He end up with a slightly gruff "Uh, hello. Leo told me about you." He keeps a close eye to the odd man, but lets Leo do the talking. Mr. Masuda turns to Leo. "Mr. Sykes, I hope you are ready for today's exercise? We shall be going out to walk, or run... I hope that you will be able to open up earlier than you did yesterday, it would be good if you did not have to exhaust yourself totally. Or do you have any questions from yesterday, perhaps?" [COLOR=silver]OoC: Leo[/COLOR] _______________________ [i]industrial area off of the M6 London, England October 2002, around 9 PM[/i] The asian-looking man riding the black motorcycle looks quite old and is dressed in a plain suit with a dark raincoat. Even though he looks totally out of place on the heavy vehicle, he seems to do reasonable well in driving it. Checking back behind him, Taylor notices that his assailant has given up on the fence and is now running to the entrance at high speed, hoping to round the fence in time to catch Taylor. The two men who had emerged from the small building are already out on the road, both of them running towards Taylor. The man on the motorcycle stops about two feet short of Taylor's position, and motions his head for Taylor to hop on the vehicle as well, speaking in a heavily accented voice. "Get on... I will deal with those two." [COLOR=silver]OoC: Taylor[/COLOR] _______________________ [i]Ty's home, city centre Cambridge, England October 2002, late evening[/i] The man sets down the cup on the table and sits back into his chair. "Yes, it is quite a daunting task, but I can tell you that it is possible. Many have succeeded before you, and their experience can help you attain this. There are quite some exercises and practices that will help you clear you mind and detatch from reality." The man's eyes glaze over a bit, just as if he is thinking about something from long ago. "Once you attain this, the possibilies are many. Chinese monks have used it to push through the boundaries of their bodies, not hindered by their shells. You would be able to give these possibilites your own twist. Many theories become valid once your mind is no longer there to witness the result. Because, if you cannot see what occured, how could you claim that the impossible happened?" He smiles, awaiting Ty's reaction to [i]that[/i]. [COLOR=silver]OoC: Ty[/COLOR] _______________________ [i]Bad Albert's Tap and Grill Seattle, Washington saturday evening ,October 2002[/i] The man simply nods while chewing the food in his mouth. He swallows and takes a sip from his soda. "Yes, I am... I must say that I am very pleased to see you again. Have you thought about my offer from last night? At least, I assume that that is what you are here for?" [COLOR=silver]OoC: Charles[/COLOR] _______________________ [i]streets of Boston Boston, Massachussets October 2002, around 11 AM[/i] The man puts a hand on Jason's shoulder, guiding him out into the streets that were still quite empty. As they they walked in the morning sun, Jason seems to regain some of his strength, calmed by the soothing presence of the old man. "We will just take a walk through the town. Try to see what happens around us, where you live. I am sure that this must be hard to understand for you. Let me try by giving an example... Maybe artists and students speak of a muse, inspriration that seems to come out of nowhere. Even though most think it is just their talent showing, some artists come to revere this source of inspiration as something real, speaking as if they are guided by the whims of some real creature." "Some of these people go through rituals, thet go through all kinds of things to appease their muse trying to get on her good side, allowing the artist to create. Many of the great artists of old have held this belief, you must know many from your own circle who do, you might even do yourself... Now, if all of these great minds look to something external to help them, how odd would it be to suppose that there [i]is[/i] indeed something that guides their hands as they create?" [COLOR=silver]OoC: Jason[/COLOR] [/QUOTE]
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