<br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Saturday, January 11th - 6am</strong></span><br/><em>The Cathedral, Front Porch - Entry</em></div><hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://pmcdeadline2.files.wordpress.com/2018/09/davis.png)</div><strong>WHO:</strong>Barthaholmew Alvin Creed (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316749.msg15290256#msg15290256)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Jean and shirt<br/><strong>DOING:</strong>Clean up, scouting, fixing, observing, watching....needing some herb so he can slow down a bit.<br/><strong>NOTE:</strong>Sunrise is still almost two hours away, 7:52am.<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Antigone, open<br/><hr/><br/><br/><strong> ‘Magic must perform magic.  What the hell do these people expect from me.  I do what I can but I can’t keep everything running must have a source power source.  What do you do when there is no power source.  You make the power you become the power you are the power.’ </strong><br/><br/><strong>‘Door visitor.’</strong><br/><br/>“Yes how may I help you?”  He looked her over his eyes focused drinking her in searching for attack points weak spots he had learned after the war to fight without prejudice. He wasn’t any it but it found their door step so he was now much more careful.  His words quick but he forced himself to slow down so that they came out like syrup instead of honey.<br/><br/>“You here to see someone?” He asked not nervous but careful.<strong><em>‘Pretty, but edgy!’</em></strong><br/>