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Message: <blockquote data-quote="megamania" data-source="post: 867658" data-attributes="member: 9255">UNDER A DARKSUNSEGMENT 061 “Cosa”“You foolish young boy!  How dare you use my last healing skin!   Oh- I can’t stand this!  Rotten stinking boy saves me then uses my last skin!”  The old man stands over a green covered Mania.  The old man kneels down and touches the green covering him.   “Hmmm…harding pretty good.  Should almost be ready to come off.  Wake up you stupid kid!”  The old man raps him on the chest with his staff.  The first several pokes are soft.  With nothing happening, he sighs through his nose harshly then stands up.  He is not so soft or kind this time.  A loud thud is heard and the green skin darkens and cracks.“Oh boy- I don’t have this kind of time!”  He swings again but there is a sudden burst of activity and the shell, now hard, breaks as Mania raises his hand quickly redirecting the staff to strike the rooftop.  Panicked by the hard shell covering him, Mania thrashes about.  The old man takes a few steps back and leans on his gnarled staff.  A whimsical smirk on his face.  Mania breaks off and peals away chunks of the skin.  Healthy skin is visible underneath where there once were deep cuts and bruises.  He rolls over and becomes physically ill.“Done boy?”A few more spasms and coughing fits later, Mania rolls his eyes in the direction of the voice.  “Old man..?”“Yes, I would appear to be old.  And yes, a man also.  You are correct young Mania.  I look like an old man.”“Cut the sarcasm…. leave that to me….ugh….what happened?”“You looted my personal items and used my last pycho-ectoplasmic skin of Healing is what happened you twit!  Hee Hee weeeze  hee hee  course you needed that after fighting the Tanar’ri Dretch.  You fight well for a boy.”“I’m 18.  I’m no boy  old man.”“Age is not a fixed figure.  I have a friend whom is over 100 years old.  Human even.  Very active.  ‘course he has to be.  Hamanu wants him dead in the worst way.   As for being a boy, a man has his head on straight.  You, boy, do not.”  The old man shuffles back a few inches figuring on a possible swipe at his legs by the frightened young man.   “Whatever..”“Hmmm…. I came to do two things for you.  One was to thank you.  It is not everyday a civilian takes on a templar and her punks.   Even if it were a test…”Mania rises his head  “…test…?  Talk straight with me old man.  It’s been a long day and appears to only be midday.”“Yes, well we have been watching you for a while.  Quite a while actually.  You interest us greatly and our allies even more so.  Our enemies are only now coming to know you exist.”The young man picks now nearly black bits of skin from his near blonde hair.  “Watching me?  Who’s we?”“The Veiled Alliance boy.  The Veiled Alliance.”  Mania stops in mid motion…”..You are a member of them?”“Well yes, for the next few hours anyway.  See here boy- I’m trying to warn you of great danger.”“Too late.  I already know.  The city was under attack by short fat pale stinky …things…with sharp claws.  Remember, you saw one old man or has your memory begun to fail you?”“Humph.  I had no idea you would be this stubborn or ungrateful.   I guess we were wrong.  Have a good day young Mania.  I would stay off the streets for a while.  Better yet- go into hiding.”“Wait!” yells Mania trying to get to his feet to follow the old man whom is amazingly agile for someone of advanced age.  Breaking off the last of the ectoskin from his feet, Mania chases after the old man.“I can not wait for you.  We talk as we walk.”  The old man looks about for a few moments then exists the building at ground level with the puzzled Mania behind him.“Anyhoo-  I came here to thankyou and to warn you.  You need to hide boy.”“Hide?  Why?”“Listen to me boy.  Listen good.  We were asked to watch over you a bit by good friends of ours.  In doing so, your name and activities have been recorded….”“Watching me?  Keela..?”“It’s a good thing you didn’t go further with her boyo.  She has union soon.  After that you would have been put into chains for the templars.  May sound good at first, a few young nude women of  power lusting after you but it would end.  They would grow bored with you and look for new boy toys.  At least that’s what I would do under the circumstances.”“You would want a new boy toy? Mania answers sarcastically since he is running out of patience with the old man.  He takes a side step away when the old man merely smiles at him and shrugs his shoulders.Due to new nervousness, Mania blurts out –“Danger old man.  You speak of danger.”“Yes, danger.  As my cell was watching over you, your name was recorded several times in a journal.  A journal hidden, locked and warded again any seeing it.  The Shadows found it.  Or we guess that’s who it was.  The remains left by the wards were …messy.  Anyhoo- someone has the journal.  Someone knows the names, ranks and importance of 10 people that made up Cell #4.  Your name was mentioned in such a way that the templars will hunt you down just in case you were to join us.  After the incident this day, I will guarantee they will seek your head.”Mania stops, his mouth hanging open.“Cosa.  Call me Cosa.  I hate old man.  It doesn’t describe me very well but thankyou for the compliment.”</blockquote>

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