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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Fanog" data-source="post: 977054" data-attributes="member: 10680">industrial area off of the M6London, EnglandOctober 2002, around 9 PMAs soon as Taylor has hefted himself on the backseat of the motorcycle, the man hits the gas and speeds off right into the duo of guards, who have their sidearms drawn and ready to hit the tires.Steering with one hand, the old man waves his other hand in some intricate patterns, mumbling strange words to accompany it. Taylor can feel something tugging and shifting, as if a bunch of bricks were being realigned to close up any windows in a house. After a powerful stoke of the man's hand, both men drop their guns and stand motionless, letting the vehicle pass unhindered.The cycle speeds by at increasing speed, but the driver with the strange weapon doesn't stop his pursuit. He runs out in the street and with every step, his speed increases until he is gaining steadily in the motorcycle.The asian-looking man takes a short look over his shoulder, but keeps both eyes on the steer. "You! You must stop him. You can see the patterns, close his mind..."OoC: Taylor_______________________Bad Albert's Tap and GrillSeattle, Washingtonsaturday evening ,October 2002"That is very interesting indeed..." The man thinks for a moment before answering. "It must be another manifestation of your talent. From what I know, you are very good in dealing with people. You can feel their mood, peer in the soul and help them with what you see. Is that right? If you can see deep inside people, you can probably also get a feeling for their name."He takes a moment to sit a bit staighter in his chair. "This is in line with what I am offering... You are capable of even more, much more... You could do many things for the people around you, if you really took the time to ge to know your talents. I can help you achieve this. I am not only talking about music, but about people. Music is just an expression, a means to an end. And in the end, it is all about people..."OoC: Charles_______________________Ty's home, city centreCambridge, EnglandOctober 2002, late evening"I have studied these mysteries for a long time, far away from here. The idea originated in the east, among the monestaries up in the mountains. The monks lived peaceful and quiet lives, delving into these studies for their own stake. I was one of those, a long time ago. A lot has happened since then..."The old man blinks, seeming to bring him back to the present. "There is no cult. No one will tell you what you must learn, or how to do it. I will simply guide you on the path to not-seeing reality. What you do with that is entirely up to you. What would you like to be able to achieve?"OoC: Taylor</blockquote>

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