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12-12-2009, 04:26 AM
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Jonathan glances out of the corner of his eyes at Cody, wondering more and more how much the man knows. It seems he is far too well informed for a sleeper but he doesn't seem to fit the mold of any mage he had ever met. "I'd like to think there's a good explanation but the whole thing seems awfully fishy. I guess we'll be finding out one way or another if I and the others who are supposed to be meeting there have anything to say. Speaking of the others, have you heard anything from them or am I the first to arrive?" 
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12-12-2009, 07:10 AM
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Jonathan bites back another sigh. He eases back in the well-worn seat and contemplates the job ahead.
__________________Do they really expect four mages to be able to handle this when all the locals haven't had any luck? I hope Spiro had a really good feeling about this.
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12-12-2009, 11:26 AM
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Jeff smiles as he passes yet another semi, his Mercury Mariner easily navigating the icy roads of Interstate-25. While he has spent almost literally a day driving from California to Colorado, the Hybrid SUV has both kept him on the road, and his pocketbook looking pretty. While he doesn't mind flying, having his own car while on this long investigation was too good of a resource to pass up. Besides, he'd never been to Colorado before, and driving through it was a pleasure.
__________________Thanking the good spirits for GPS, he makes directly for December's ranch. Despite the historical conflicts between their two Traditions, he has actually seen a great deal of value in the Euthanatoi, at least, those who haven't delved into the depths of Jhor. Since he has probably a good hour before arriving, he takes the time to make a couple calls back to California to double-check that his replacement sensei is properly keeping the dojo running. Can't be too careful about such things. His students deserve his full effort. He grins when he thinks of the concessions they were able to make with the local mages for his assignment to this mission. A sizeable chantry/dojo in town, and access to a personal node. Eventually he will earn such things back home, but for now he gets to enjoy the perks of a much needed negotiator. Passing yet another semi transporting God knows what, he travels quickly to the ranch, looking forward to meeting this December and his fellow investigators.
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12-12-2009, 05:12 PM
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Jeff arrives before Jonathan. The Silver Springs Ranch is a massive operation comprising a barn large enough to hold sixty or so horses, two large paddocks, two large houses and several other outbuildings. He hears excited barking from a dog kennel he doesn't immediately see. There is a friendly looking black woman wearing a dark pink sweater and jeans trying to shoo an enthusiastic German Shepherd Dog out of the second house. She spies you, and calls, "Good afternoon! Can I help you?"
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12-12-2009, 05:23 PM
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"Woman driver," Cody says phlegmatically. He glances in the rear view mirror and frowns. "That man must think a lot of himself," he comments. You glance back at what he's looking at. To your utter amazement, there is a man slowly drifting up behind your truck on an odd-looking black crotch rocket. He's wearing a heavy jacket and a black motorcycle helmet. Needless to say, driving a motorcycle in this traffic and in this weather is suicidally stupid. He accelerates, gliding easily over the icy, whips around Cody on the on ramp, and guns it past the Covenant truck. Unfortunately, this is just as the Covenant truck driver is righting their rig again. It looks like the two might collide. Aaaaand that's a Per+Forces, diff 6 from you, please. Last edited by Ajivani; 12-12-2009 at 05:25 PM.
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12-13-2009, 03:51 AM
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12-13-2009, 06:56 AM
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The motorcyclist, barely missing the semi, continues to rocket down the road. Cody takes this opportunity to accelerate, gliding past the struggling Covenant truck that has now come to a rest in the breakdown lane. "Deedee ain't gonna like that," Cody remarks. The truck grumbles carefully down the road. Last edited by Ajivani; 12-13-2009 at 06:56 AM.
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12-13-2009, 10:11 PM
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While the others are arriving in Denver, Davien is still in New York. He isnt in a rush though, simply working in his sanctum, a canvas the size of a cellphone in front of him. He brushes it with a single hair paintbrush with the tinest amount of black paint on the end, doing something to it that seems almost unnoticable to the unenhanced eye.
__________________After careful deliberation, he reaches forward again with the hair, as if his touch to the seemingly all black canvas needs to be perfect, and requiring all of his concentration. Click whoosh. Though barely audable, the tiny sound of the door opening is enough to make Davien jump a full half foot into the air. Growling under his breath, he turns to glare at his mentor, the only man on earth with open access to this room. He wants to tell him to knock, or call ahead, or something, but since he has ripped into his friend for doing such things in the past, he must put up with this type of intrusion. His mentor is not looking at him though, which is Galling by itself, but is stareing at his painting. "Its... just black. And tiny..." He says, demonstrating his complete lack of comprehension for art. "Four hundred and seventeen shades of black actually..." replies Davien peevishly. He had been working on this particular picture for months, several hundred versions of it already having been incinerated in the back room when they didnt turn out perfectly. "Four hundred and seventeen... I dont understand... Wait, is this that cellphone idea again?" he replies with almost a tone of awe on his face. Nodding angilly, "Yes. I understand the theory of it. And I have access to the Tess, but I simply cannot get it to bind as I would wish. It is almost PERFECT. If I could just get it slightly closer to the original, then it would BE it. I know it would..." His mentor shakes his head, "But you have no skill in Matter magics. You know that." "And I should need none. If this looks enough like a Cellphone, it would work like one. Thats all I need." His mentor nods his head, sighing internally. It irritates Davien hugely. "And what was it you wanted?" His mentor gives him a look, and then notices the stubble on Daviens face, and that the black plastic sheets have gone over the windows again. "You promised me you would look into that matter in Denver, remember?" "Yes. On Thursday. I will be there. I even have my Focus prepared, specially." he points to a picture on a canvas across the room. Its a strange one, at at first his mentor believes it to be a photograph. Up close though he sees the texture of the oil paints. Its a bathroom, perfect to the smallest detail. One of the toiletbowls is cracked at the bottom, the mirror has a trace of oil on it. One of the broken fluorescent lights almost seems to flicker, making him blink, and breaking the spell. "Exquisite." he breathes. Davien nods, not too impressed with the work. Its just a perfect image, after all, he was doing such things when he was ten. "And I don't see why this was worth bothering me. I have days yet." he picks up a cloth and bathes his hands, his focus broken this piece is worthless to him now. "No. You are due there today." Davien blinks, honestly surprised. He sighs then, looking a bit sheepish. "Well. You know how it is when I paint." His mentor nods. "See you for dinner?" he asks, curiously. Davien shakes his head, "No. I think I will stay there for a few days at least, seeing the sights." His mentor nods, knowing how highly he values such things. "I will be here if you need me then." Davien nods, and his mentor leaves. Within half an hour Davien has changed, grabbed his pre-packed bag with a change of clothes, his art and arcane equipment that he cant do without and his passport. He spends a few minutes attuning with the painting, forcing reality into its path and forcing his belief that the painting IS the bathroom. Looking Through the painting, he looks into the airport bathroom, checking that noone is in there.
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12-13-2009, 10:50 PM
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Though he knows it isnt actually moving, his minds eye sees the painting change only slightly. Small details, no where near enough to invalidate his focus. He sees noone inside teh painting, and nods to himself.
__________________Picking up his pack, he reaches through the painting into Denver, closing the stall door in front of him. He then steps through with his bag into an empty stall.
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12-13-2009, 11:12 PM
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Them's enough successes.
__________________It's a curious sensation when you become so absorbed in the painting when the pungent odor of gesso and paints twists itself into the smell of exhaust and people and coffee... and when you realize that you are in fact smelling exhaust and people and coffee, and that you are in Denver far, far away from your painting. You step out of the men's john, C terminal, between gates 1 and forty somewhere. The first thing that you notice with your artist's eye is that the four hundred or so people in your easy view are all dressed in some variation of the same five or so outfits. All the women are wearing mid length coats and ugly Ugg boots with empire waisted shirts in pastel colors, and all the men are wearing some variation of a close fitting collarless jacket and pants. There are no old ladies in chartreuse velour track suits, no emo girls in hoodies and pyramid belts, no guys wearing Lakers jerseys and baseball hats. Fashion trends are what they are, but nowhere have you seen such a random assortment of people looking so eerily like each other. You do have the number for December, thankfully.
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12-13-2009, 11:27 PM
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Davien blinks at the realisation, and peers at the world around him curiously. He hopes that he hasnt caused this himself, somehow...
__________________He walks into the crowd normally though, as if nothing were wrong. He walks to the first phone booth in sight, slipping in correct change for his call, and dialing December's number. Last edited by Moridain; 12-14-2009 at 06:12 PM.
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12-14-2009, 02:56 AM
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"Damn. Some people just have no will to live. Assuming we don't get hit by a semi how much farther is it to the ranch?"
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