Council of Leaders (NWOD) (Game Thread)
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				Title: <strong>Council of Leaders (NWOD) (Game Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Downfall347</strong> on <strong>12-07-2012, 04:44:10</strong>
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				The night is dark, shadows flee from the glaring light of street lamps which seem to burn only to give the darkness definition. Leaves stir in gutters from last Autumn, and the pavement is wet from a rain early in the day. The Entertainment district nearby makes the sky glow with its night clubs and theaters, many filled with the cities youth, their sweat laden bodies thriving against each other to the sensual beat of a living city. <br><br>In the center of the city one city block sat quiet, few humans milling about, one lone bum roaming the streets holding a placard declaring his insanity. One office building still glows on the dark streets, officially owned by Avergo Industries its top floors have been cleared, its grand penthouse board room set up for tonight's special guests. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Council of Leaders (NWOD) (Game Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>12-07-2012, 06:54:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://img254.imageshack.us/img254/6193/headphoneswhiteblueeyes.jpg)</div><br>Aria walked along through the streets with a gentle but infectious smile on her face, showing off her looks today in a purple tank top and miniskirt.&nbsp; A small purse gently tapped against her hip as she walked, with a pair of wires trailing all the way up to earbuds partially concealed beneath her long and flowing hair.<br><br>When she saw the homeless man, a sympathetic frown crinkled her pretty features.&nbsp; She went over and pulled out a somewhat torn $5 from her purse to give to him, not having the time to talk to him now but wanting to make the effort even if later opportunity didn't permit.&nbsp; Fate was fickle like that sometimes, and she never knew for certain if she could take the chance to do something just because she hoped to.<br><br>As she sauntered into the building, a bright and pleasant smile echoed from her face to the various security guards, and she was waved inside without incident.&nbsp; Certainly she'd been up there often enough, and though they'd given her a hard time at first about not having a last name, she'd already shown that she wasn't the type to hold a grudge.<br><br>The elevator took her straight up, and she plopped down at the table on her usual seat, kicking her sneakers shamelessly up onto the table to reveal a hint of white panties.&nbsp; One earbud popped free from the side of her head to slide back into her purse, briefly splaying out dubstep music to the room before being muffled once again.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Council of Leaders (NWOD) (Game Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ShadowFox89</strong> on <strong>12-07-2012, 08:23:04</strong>
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				&nbsp;A black car pulled up next to the building, it's windows tinted to hide it's occupants. The driver stepped out and went to the rear passenger door, opening it. The first thing to come out of the car was a wheelchair, followed by Tes shuffling her way out of the car and into the chair. She smiled up at her butler, adjusting the dark glasses.<br><br>&nbsp;<strong>"Well, shall we go on up?"</strong> She said softly as Jeremiah moved behind her.<br><br>&nbsp;The guards at the door didn't give either of them any trouble, Tes was one of the people who helped design the building security after all. Jeremiah got as far as the elevator, assisting Tes in.<br><br>&nbsp;<strong>"Will there be anything else madame?"</strong> He said politely.<br><br>&nbsp;<strong>"No, thank you. Please enjoy yourself while I am at the meeting."</strong> Tes said, knowing that Jeremiah wouldn't go too far from her. Once the elevator door was closed, Tes pressed a button on the wheelchair. Instantly, any cameras within the elevator would blank out. With another button, the wheelchair began to transform. A socket connected into a support brace around her waist, while her pants pulled up into the belt system, temporarily revealing her white panties. The frame of the wheelchair began to contort and move, lifting Tes up into a standing position and locking around her legs. This formed into a sort of black armored pants, which had the double effect of both allowing her to walk and armoring her legs against most attacks.<br><br>&nbsp;Just as the elevator stopped, the transformation finished. Tes pressed a button on her belt, reactivating the elevator cameras. She headed from the elevator to the meeting room, noting that Aria had already entered.<br><br>&nbsp;Tes went to her usual spot, locking her leg supports into place. She smiled over at Aria and waved a bit. A slight blush came to her cheeks as she noticed Aria's underwear peeking through. <em><strong>"You really should cover yourself a bit. Someone might just see that as an invitation to snatch them off you."</strong></em> Came Tes's voice through Aria's music as she hacked into the player for a moment.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Council of Leaders (NWOD) (Game Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>12-07-2012, 21:09:53</strong>
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				Another dark-paneled limousine rolled up to the front of the building not long after Tes had gone inside. Opening the door, Maxwell slid out smoothly onto the sidewalk, shutting the door behind him and nodding at the driver. "Pickup at the usual time, Jeeves. Take the car around and park it, then go and amuse yourself for a bit."<br><br>The driver, whose contract assured him an extra fifteen thousand dollars a year in pay to humor his employer by responding to the name Jeeves, waved in response and pulled away, while Max stretched and headed inside, pausing to tip both of the doormen. The living one got his usual fiver; the ghost of the previous one a cheerful wave. Max had tried to put the old man to rest several times, only to be gently rebuffed - he'd pass on 'when he was ready', the old ghost said, but till then was content to sit and watch the world go by. It wasn't in his krewe ethos to forcibly banish ghosts who weren't hurting anyone, so Maxwell had let the spirit be.<br><br>Instead, he strolled inside, neatly slipped his way through security, thne made his way in to the restroom and parked himself in one of the empty stalls. The building had fine security, but it was routine for him to make a quick check, and take a look around to see who had preceded him to the gathering. Seated silently on the toilet, Max took a deep breath, then exhaled a misty cloud of air and plasm as he <em>became</em> the skyscraper. There was a thin line between being dead and never being alive, and Max danced on that line as his consciousness spread through the building's structure. All the guards were doing their rounds. Most of the mundane employees, except the workaholics, had gone home for the night. The rightmost elevator was out of service again, because Maintenance kept skimping on proper parts for repairs. And in the conference room at the very top...he focused, displacing his perspective from the broad to narrow, looking around invisibly and insubstantially and grinning. Another breath of plasm that seeped into the the walls, and the intercom unit in the middle of the conference table crackled to life.<br><em>"Hello, girls. We the only early arrivals tonight?"</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Council of Leaders (NWOD) (Game Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>12-07-2012, 22:05:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://img254.imageshack.us/img254/6193/headphoneswhiteblueeyes.jpg)</div><br>She gave Tes a smile and wave upon arrival.&nbsp; As Tes' comment worked its way into Aria's earbud, she threw on a smirk, uncrossing her legs before crossing them the other way, though it didn't do much to hide the view.&nbsp; "I think that the only people who are really going to be looking aren't going to mind the view.&nbsp; Don't you?"<br><br>The next arrival made her smile as well, but she looked to be quite comfortable already and didn't want to have to get up.&nbsp; "Good to hear you, Max."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Council of Leaders (NWOD) (Game Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>12-07-2012, 22:09:26</strong>
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				His body still in a trance in the first-floor bathroom, Max repositioned his remote viewing point a few feet without releasing his control on the intercom. <em>"Nice to see you too, Aria. And you're quite right about one thing, I'm enjoying the view a great deal myself."</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Council of Leaders (NWOD) (Game Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>12-07-2012, 23:50:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://img254.imageshack.us/img254/6193/headphoneswhiteblueeyes.jpg)</div><br>"Mmmm..." she replied, settling in just a little more for no other reason than dramatic effect.&nbsp; "Good to hear, but too bad I don't get to see you in return.&nbsp; Still, I guess it has to be equally agonizing for you not to be here in the flesh as well."<br><br>Her eyes fluttered about the room, as if finally taking some serious effort to get a feel for her surroundings.&nbsp; "So how are you both?&nbsp; I know we'll discuss business when everyone is here, but anything else fun and interesting to talk about?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Council of Leaders (NWOD) (Game Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ShadowFox89</strong> on <strong>13-07-2012, 00:42:56</strong>
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				&nbsp;Tes adjusted a small nob on the side of her belt and smiled. <strong>"Oh, that's where you are Max. I would love to take a look at your powers some day..."</strong> She said, shifting through the streams of data that were streaming through her visor. <strong>"I certainly don't mind the view Aria.<br><br>&nbsp;Hmm... Interesting things... Well, someone had let some robo-snakes loose in the sewers. We think we got them all, but you never know. One might crawl up through the pipes and into a toilet or something."</strong>
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				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>13-07-2012, 01:00:55</strong>
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				(Tes can't actually see Max - he's not astrally projecting, he's projecting his senses into the boardroom and possessing the intercom.)<br><br><em>"It's not like I'm that far away, dear, just downstairs. I'll be up to join you both in a minute, I just felt like peeking ahead to make sure I wasn't interrupting anything. Cheers!"</em><br><br>The intercom sputtered and fell silent again as Max released his hold on the building and reclaimed his body. Whistling, he headed out of the bathroom and over to the express elevator, riding it to the top and strolling in to the boardroom a few minutes later.<br><br>"Now, what's this about robotic snakes? Don't they use those to clean pipes?"
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				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>13-07-2012, 01:02:54</strong>
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				"I think we should hold off on discussing business," Aria said.&nbsp; "After all, it's not fair to the other people who just haven't gotten here yet."<br><br>Her head tilted a bit as he came in, her lips curving into a joking smile.&nbsp; "Oh, and here I was hoping you were going to go off and get me a Shirley Temple."
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				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>13-07-2012, 01:19:35</strong>
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				Maxwell cracked his knuckles in reply, thumping down in his customary chair and tilting back to eye the two girls beneath his reflective sunglasses. "I could try, but she's not dead yet the last I heard, so that wouldn't really be my area of expertise."<br><br>"No sign of Blackrose, Peggy, Clair, or the bloodsucker?"
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				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>13-07-2012, 02:09:22</strong>
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				When Peg walked through the streets, even though she looked young, no one fucked with her, being tall and lean helped, and the fact there were usually four dogs added to the mix, however likely it was because she was a werewolf, she was pretty much safe. She was dressed in practical skater gear, with canvas converse on her feet and the irrika even had a board strapped to her back. Yes Peggerty liked to carry a weapon at all times it was usually either a board or a pool cue, actually the irrika had even been know to carry about some knitting needles, with knitting on them of course.<br><br>So she arrived at the building not looking forward to mixing with a bunch of weirdo’s still it was her that had been chosen for this and one did not tell Alpha to fuck off.<br><br>Eventually after stopping off to buy some baccy and a couple of cans of soda along with a few unhealthy snacks to get through the meeting with she did turn up with her entourage. She came into the room tipped an imaginary hat to those in the room then sat down. “Hello there, Peggerty Tallen …good to meet you. “ She popped open a can as the four dogs settled about her feet.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Council of Leaders (NWOD) (Game Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>13-07-2012, 03:22:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://img254.imageshack.us/img254/6193/headphoneswhiteblueeyes.jpg)</div><br>"A shirley temple is a kind of drink, Max."&nbsp; She glanced up as the new girl came in, letting her smile reverberate.&nbsp; "Hey, Peg."&nbsp; Her fingers gently lifted in a wave.&nbsp; "My name's Aria; I'm the ambassador for the mages.&nbsp; Just on a pure guess, I'm thinking werewolf?"&nbsp; Her eyes focused on one of the cans of soda, a touch of longing showing in the gentle puckering of her lips.
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				Post by: <strong>Oreida Wesker</strong> on <strong>13-07-2012, 13:30:15</strong>
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				"So, you going out to see him this time?"&nbsp; Terra, a wily woman, under the Madame’s care, reminded the theatrical blonde on as she was fitting into her a dark green Egyptian cotton cat suit with a white opera shrug rippled and coiled to look like roses surrounding the length of her shoulders and curling in toward the plunging neckline.&nbsp; Adorning a half shirt of sheer black veils that reached toward her ankles and toward her matching open toe sandals wrapping around her ankles so the little heel wouldn't trip her. The dark ribbon wrapped around from the front to be tethered into a fine plush looking butterfly bow above her covered rump to bring an old fashioned charm. <br><br><em>" He will be there, yes, but business is the cause for the gathering, my dear.&nbsp; I am quite certain it will all be so wonderfully dreadful, mayhaps I could take the music.... 'Thingy'.. You gifted me with last yule. Such a darling gesture, yet I can't fathom how you 'skip' to the music files.." </em> &nbsp;Blackrose began. Her gloved arm extending to pluck the tiny device up from her divan where they were setting it up with the laptop and found it so much nicer then the Walkman she had been getting use to. Yet now, something else to learn about and a bigger library to browse. <br><br>“My god, I hope no one finds out about your love for show tunes, the would think your just a daft, white rich bitch they can boss around. I can’t believe you had me put Disney songs on here, a woman your age..” <br><br><em>“Terra, its charming. Inspiration for over fifty years, simply because it is an animated feature does not make it less so. Now, shut your flap and accompany me to the car. You can fix it upon the way.” </em> &nbsp;The lady murmured, handed it off to the woman as they duo headed to the parking area disclosed for the independent contractors employed under her.&nbsp; She had arranged for Terra to be her driver for the evening and in a matter of moments and forgetfulness, they were on their way to a building where Terra tried to pry as much as she could about this particular event only for Madame Blackrose to divert the subject to other things. Putting the little device within her little hand held purse, she exited the car and stopped to look at the bum for a moment. INsaniTy? What has he known of insanity?&nbsp; Though Terra yelled from the car for her to get inside, snapping her away from darker thoughts to focus on the now. Lucky for him, she might have been tempted to test him and his little sign..<br><br>She quickly pranced through the door, across the floor like a timid nymph and gave a pause at the elevator. The door opened and still, she paused.. Why did it have to be so high off the ground in this flimsy metal deathtrap? That was quite mad.. How lovely.. Entering, she gave a last glance to the lobby, waiting for the doors to close.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Council of Leaders (NWOD) (Game Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ShadowFox89</strong> on <strong>15-07-2012, 09:19:09</strong>
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				&nbsp;<strong>"I could call up Jeremiah if you want, but you know access to this floor is restricted."</strong> Tes said, smiling.<br><br>&nbsp;The Genius turned towards Peggy as she entered, a 'whirrr-click' sounding as the lens on her visor focused in on the girl. As soon as she stated her name, Tes began running a global database scan with the girl's face and name. Of course, most Supernaturals were smart enough not to use their real name. But if this one wasn't, she'd know soon enough.<br><br>&nbsp;<strong>"Hello Peggerty Tallen, I am Tes... Tes Coils."</strong> Tes said pleasantly. <strong>"Do you mind if I call you Peggy or Peg?"</strong>
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				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>16-07-2012, 18:38:40</strong>
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				Peggerty sighed at the mage,<strong> “Oh fucking no shite Sherlock, its pretty bleedin’ obvious, turn up to a meeting of supernatural’s with a bunch of dogs its kind of point out the wolf... So you’re with the Harry Potter Brigade then.” </strong> The new comer that came was pretty likely to be Tinkerbelle on crack oh this evening was going to be such a joy. It looked like the dead stuff was still to arrive, though.<br><br>The woman appeared surprisingly relaxed as she shoved her can over to Hermione. As she was relaxed so were the dogs. It had to be said that they were all certainly well cared for and well behaved though the huskies did like they really were a little to big, also one would not want to mess with the long haired German Shepherd. At least the spaniel looked cute.<br><br>Turning then to Tes as she shifted her position Peggerty offered a sort of wolfish grin…<em>Oh fuck there are Terminators too, thanks for the heads up guys didn't know about that one.</em><br><br><strong>Peg, Peggerty, Peggy call me whatever as long as it is not dog….” </strong>&nbsp; Her accent was English likely the South of the country. She took out her other soda and opened that. “Well fuck me the hospitality is shite.” That smile remained it really was like being around a wild animal. For most a tamed one but an animal all the same.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>16-07-2012, 18:51:24</strong>
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				Max cracked his knuckles again, sizing up the new arrival. Sure, she didn't look like much, a new-age Hippy with the vocabulary of a sailor and the garb of a skater. If anyone was a walking example of being more than meets the eye, though, he was one of them (as was most of the people in this room, for that matter), and unless the werewolves had sent one of their premature cousins to speak for them, she was also capable of transforming into a nine foot tall slab of muscle, claws, teeth, and painful death pretty much at will. So, he settled for nodding cheerfully from his seat.<br><br>"Welcome to our little circle of wonders, Peggy. I'm Maxwell Stavrikos, I talk to ghosts. And occasionally, punch them in the face."
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				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>16-07-2012, 21:05:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://img254.imageshack.us/img254/6193/headphoneswhiteblueeyes.jpg)</div><br>Aria went rather quiet as the werewolf chewed her out.&nbsp; It wouldn't be difficult to explain how any number of creatures have an affinity for animals, but it seemed a pointless argument that would only serve to sever friendships instead of form them.&nbsp; Instead, she just went quiet, glancing away to let the others talk for a bit.&nbsp; Her good mood seemed completely shot.
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				Post by: <strong>ShadowFox89</strong> on <strong>17-07-2012, 03:18:05</strong>
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				&nbsp;Tes's visor clicked and whirred again, as she went through the files she had gathered on the different types of supers' and their abilities. <strong>"Each type of Supernatural possesses one ability or another in interacting with animals. For Magi, there are those who use the Life arcanum. To my knowledge, however, Miss Aria does not possess significant skill in that area.<br><br>&nbsp;However, it would take precisely two days, four hours, five minutes, ten seconds for me to create a pair of collars capable of rendering control over a canine being. Two further days if I were to add circuitry that allows the canines to speak with a proficiency in English equal to a third grade child."</strong><br><br>&nbsp;Tes blushed a bit as she realized she had spouted yet another random crazy idea and looked down at the table.
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				Post by: <strong>Oreida Wesker</strong> on <strong>17-07-2012, 10:48:19</strong>
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				Elevators.. <br><br>The whole motion of it made her utterly queasy as it jumped upward, heading to the apex at a brisk speed with little piano music playing some overly zealous song that did little to settle her mind. Death traps. The whole skyscraper, though impressive, was a monument of pride and she really wished those strange feelings from being within this tight confined space was only the balled up excitement of being here. Yet why could it have not been in a neat little atrium most of the supernaturals here were earthen in one way or another in her humble opinion. Perhaps that could be an order for business, the next meeting. Oh yes, how fortunate to keep her mind off this metal box then to pace and think, merrily leaping out at reaching hte top floor. <br><br>A shudder released from the sheer joy of being in a open hall, prancing down to the reserved room where the door was left open from the last guest, it seems. Peeking in, it seems like most of the people were here, but she didn't see him anywhere. How queer, it was unlike him to be so fashionably tardy. Though the topic at hand was rather delightful. The wolf was an adorable barking cur, the genius was obviously to the naughty brand of humor and purely logical yet somehow endearing.<br><br>" Talking canines, how fantastic. Could you really do that in a mere four days? My goodness, took me that long to set up my first cellphone. Such a bossy little thing; do this, do that, store that, buy this." &nbsp;She sighed with exsasperation, shaking her fauxen haired head briefly as if to dislodge the memory as she prattled on a bit about her dislike of the useful invention, but claimed that it had a tether on her. Already, she seems a bit eccentric, waving a causal dismissal of it as she attempted to find a seat to her liking, absently fingering her shrug with the other as she would look at one chair and move on to the next.. <br><br><em>" Oh yes, my manners, how dreadful.Tis Madame Blackrose, anyone care to guess what I am..? I would like to be part of the quiet game too." </em> &nbsp;A throaty giggle rippled out, a mild glancing to Peg as a cheeky smile gave way. "<em> Wolf, would you care to sniff me in that regard? I'm not sure if your kind learned how to shake hands like the betters of your race."</em> &nbsp;Lightly gesturing to the dogs around her feet, though Blackrose wasn't very good at keeping a smile to herself.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Council of Leaders (NWOD) (Game Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ShadowFox89</strong> on <strong>18-07-2012, 07:30:15</strong>
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				&nbsp;Tes looked up at Blackrose, a faint blush still in her cheeks. More clicks and whirrs from her visor, as she studied the woman. <strong>"Judging from your disposition, personality displayed, and antics displayed outside and inside of this building, I would say you are a Changeling."</strong> Tes said. Her visor pulled up numerous amounts of data, from the women's height, weight, bust size, eye color, skin color, and hair color, to anyone within the past ten years who matched her facial features.<br><br>&nbsp;<strong>"Interesting... I have never had the chance to study a Changeling in person. I would love to have you in my lab at some point..."</strong> Tes said, then turned a slightly deeper shade of red as she realized the implication of what she said. <strong>"I-I mean that in an entirely scientific way of course."</strong>
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				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>19-07-2012, 04:49:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://img254.imageshack.us/img254/6193/headphoneswhiteblueeyes.jpg)</div><br>Aria let her legs fall from the table, collecting one of the offered cola bottles for a soft sip before setting it back down.&nbsp; She didn't seem to have claimed ownership over the drink, though she also seemed to want to keep it just within reach in case she needed another splash of liquid to the throat.<br><br>"Aria," she introduced herself to Madame Blackrose, her demeanor rather sullen for the moment.&nbsp; "I'm your resident mage.&nbsp; If you're having trouble with your cell phone, I'm sure Tes would be happy to help out."&nbsp; Despite herself, her smile was slowly returning, perhaps infected by the changeling's jovial nature.&nbsp; "She knows all about that technological stuff.&nbsp; Maybe she can set it to do verbal commands like she did with mine."
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				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>23-07-2012, 01:03:30</strong>
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				"So where's the rest of our merry little band of Superfriends? I can't be certain for the rest of you, but I'm stuck with one lifespan to do everything I've got planned to do and a little more on the side, and sitting around waiting for two who I know aren't so concerned with little things like mortality isn't on that cosmic day calendar."
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				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>23-07-2012, 12:25:47</strong>
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				<br>Peggerty put her fee up on the table her canvas boots looked somewhat worn, as it was this night was just getting bloody worse. It was like being in a League of Super Evil meeting. Still the pack had made the choice, yeah really funny boys, however when alpha said jump one said how high.&nbsp; Maxwell got a smile, <strong>“Well bugger me I bet those conversations are just filled with such light and fluffy joy and pink unicorns.”</strong><br><br>The wolf had been into the hisil many times but had never come in contact with spooks that was more the place of the Death Wolves, Hirfatara Hissu. Tes merely got what one might call a Paddington stare at the comment about dogs, frankly in her opinion dogs were often smarter than people and as well as that experimenting on animals for fun rather than medical purposes especially dogs or canines of any time was a huge NO! NO! in her book.<br><br>Her attentions returned to Tinkerbell, <strong>“Awww your alright Tink, I am house trained and have stopped sniffing arses about a month ago. If I&nbsp; get the urge though I’ll warn you.” </strong> <br><br>She then put a rolled up newspaper on the table, guessing by now most of the dog humour would be over.<strong> “Just in case I fancy humping someone’s leg.”</strong> After a pause she looked about the room,<strong> “So anyone mind telling me what goes on at these meetings? “ </strong> Maxwell got another&nbsp; look <strong>“Well as my life expectancy is pretty short I’d like to get on with stuff.” </strong> <br><br>A grin passed her face for the most she appeared passive, but werewolves could turn very quickley.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Council of Leaders (NWOD) (Game Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>24-07-2012, 07:24:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://img254.imageshack.us/img254/6193/headphoneswhiteblueeyes.jpg)</div><br>Aria smiled to Peggy, picked up the can from off the table, and without warning tossed it over in Peggy's direction.&nbsp; As the soda can started to fly, though, it suddenly paused, slowing down demonstrably mid-flight, with the beige liquid only beginning to peek out.&nbsp; With a grin, Aria threw herself over the table, nimbly bouncing/spinning across by shunting her hip until she landed right on Peggy's lap.&nbsp; She then reached out for the soda can, spinning her wrist to catch all the liquid in the slow-time flight before everything shunted back to normal.<br><br>It wasn't the first time Aria had done that, and those who had been there for a while would recognize her Nimbus.&nbsp; It was difficult to tell whether it was only the can that slowed or whether Aria sped up, but such was the nature of that little talent.&nbsp; After taking a sip, she put the can back down on the table.<br><br>"Peggy, dear," Aria said sweetly and motherly, gently tapping on Peggy's nose with a finger, "nicknames aren't very nice.&nbsp; After all, I'm sure someone has already come up with a nickname for you, and you aren't going to like it."<br><br>Settling in and stretching out once more on Peggy's lap, she looked about the room.&nbsp; "Well, I guess we can start getting to business, and just catch the other people up if they don't walk in right as I'm starting my explanation."&nbsp; Fate was a tricksy little thing, and it wouldn't be the first time that that had happened.&nbsp; <br><br>"There was a group of Mages set up in a warehouse in the Farthen district."&nbsp; As soon as she started the explanation, her smile faded, her expression growing deadpan and exceptionally difficult to read.&nbsp; Either she was happy, sad, angry, horny, or just something crazy, but she certainly wasn't her usual self.&nbsp; "Does anyone know who killed them?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Council of Leaders (NWOD) (Game Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ShadowFox89</strong> on <strong>25-07-2012, 08:07:16</strong>
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				&nbsp;<strong>"If you start humping someone's leg,"</strong> Tes said, <strong>"then we'll have to put you in a belt, won't we?"</strong> Tes said. With her, it was always hard to tell if she was serious or joking.<br><br>&nbsp;The genius girl watched with a smile as Aria did her little magic trick with Peggy. She had to adjust the sensors on her visor, to keep them from going crazy at the magic being worked. <strong>"Aria, I've gotta get you to the lab so I can see how you do that. I promise I won't use any cuffs this time."</strong><br><br>&nbsp;She adjusted the dial on the side of her visor, thinking. <strong>"I am afraid I do not have any information about such. However, I will inquire to those under my supervision as to what they may have heard, and I will contact those around the warehouses as to their activity."</strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Council of Leaders (NWOD) (Game Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>01-08-2012, 20:55:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://img254.imageshack.us/img254/6193/headphoneswhiteblueeyes.jpg)</div><br>Aria waited for a while, and when nobody else responded, she said, "There was a group of evil mages.&nbsp; I'm glad they were dealt with, and was going to personally thank anyone who was responsible.&nbsp; Tes, if it was your group, let me know, but I doubt it.&nbsp; I think they'd be far too militaristic for you."<br><br>She took a big drink from the cola.&nbsp; "Also, there's something going on around November.&nbsp; It gets blurry around there, harder to read the timelines.&nbsp; I don't know how much the rest of you deal with the future..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Council of Leaders (NWOD) (Game Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>02-08-2012, 11:40:13</strong>
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				Of course Peggerty was impressed with the parlour tricks and rabbits out of hats material. Yes she was seriously impressed but she wasn’t about to let people see what she could do; she had a few gifts up her sleeves from such kind spirits. Hermione got a smile, “Fancy tricks there darling but let me just suggest first nose tap is free….hmmmmmmm. As for names fucking hell I have all the insults and nicknames you can likely come up with and more under my belt so bring them on that is not going to worry me.”<br><br>The mage was lucky that Peg was pretty chilled out for one of the shifters, but as always it was never a good idea to push her too far. After all Werewolves did have anger management problems. She would go into the werewolf issues soon enough…<br><br>“Well personally I say no to fucking about with the past, and hmmmmmm sometimes things are just fate. Personally I think if its my time to go …then that’s it. Still that’s just my opinion. I meant the future is not set in bloody stone is it?”<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Council of Leaders (NWOD) (Game Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ShadowFox89</strong> on <strong>03-08-2012, 06:22:16</strong>
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				&nbsp;Tes shook her head. <strong>"I doubt it was one of mine then. Geniuses love to gloat and taking down a rogue mage cell would have the waves running with chatter. However, this may be cause to worry. Precisely two nights ago, a rogue wonder was destroyed in the sewer systems. Military grade weaponry had been used to dispatch it. Evidence presented leads me to believe it to be the work of Hunters."</strong><br><br>&nbsp;She turned her head at Peggy's comment and walked over to her. Looking at the werewolf from behind her visor, she poked her on the nose. <strong>"What is the price of anything past the first nose tap?"</strong> Tes asked innocently. She couldn't help but be curious.<br><br>&nbsp;Before Peggy could answer, the girl turned back towards Aria. <strong>"Interesting. One of mine has reported that his time window is glitching. It will not go past November sixteenth, two-thousand twelve. However, with evidence presented between the two of us, I cannot come up with any possible causes. Max, Peggy, Madame Blackrose, do either of you three have a hypothesis on the subject?"</strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Council of Leaders (NWOD) (Game Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>14-08-2012, 09:50:30</strong>
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				Peggerty removed Hermione from her lap and put her feet back on the table, “Listen I am a fucking new moon so I don’t do all the dreams and portents kind of shite. I am the scout sort of thing.” The irrika was not prepared to go into too much more detail on the different tribes and moons that was on a need to know basis, and they did not need to. Though somehow she suspected that Tes probably knew a fair bit because she appeared to be a bit of a busy body poking into affairs that did not concern her still the truth was that Peggerty and been known to get her nose smacked when she looked too deep into certain matters.<br><br>“Ok things on the old hoo doo voo doo front are murky as all fock, even fer the old buggers which is not good. Oh and the Pure seemed to have buggered off back to their own territory. Which is bloody odd…”&nbsp; she paused, “There is obviously other shite going on but likely not linked.”<br><br>“By the way Tes, you really don’t want to know what that price is. You could try…” The forsaken offered a wolfish grin that seemed to be very good humoured. <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Council of Leaders (NWOD) (Game Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>15-08-2012, 07:05:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://img254.imageshack.us/img254/6193/headphoneswhiteblueeyes.jpg)</div><br>Getting up at Peg's direction and moving over to find another seat, Aria continued.&nbsp; "Sounds like we all have things going on that are weird.&nbsp; I'll bet that our other people couldn't even make it because things are getting weird."&nbsp; She looked excited, as if she couldn't wait to find out what was the source of everything and what they could do.<br><br>"I also heard about people coming in to look after the local homeless.&nbsp; That's something I want to look into myself, dressing up the part and popping in to see how they treat people.&nbsp; It could be vampires offering something in return for blood, and I wanted to ask about that, but our resident vampire doesn't seem to be in attendance."&nbsp; She shrugged.&nbsp; "I'm pretty hard to hurt, though, anyway, so if it is, I should be able to tell just by walking in."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Council of Leaders (NWOD) (Game Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ShadowFox89</strong> on <strong>01-09-2012, 10:40:47</strong>
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				&nbsp;<strong>"We could probably work together on that Aria."</strong> Tes said, nodding. She made a mental note to send funds to several food pantries around the city.<strong> "In fact, I'll be send out an order to the other Inspired that they should not move around solo."</strong><br><br>&nbsp;The genius scratched her chin with her thumb, thinking. <strong>"Do you think this is the work of the Vigil? Both the strange attacks and the temporal anomaly? Either way, I will have into my subordinates look into the temporal anomaly."</strong><br><br>&nbsp;She smiled, turning to Peggy. There was a 'whirr' as her lenses shifted on the werewolf. <strong>"Would puppy like a cookie? Maybe we could rub your belly for you."</strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Council of Leaders (NWOD) (Game Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>01-09-2012, 10:46:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://img254.imageshack.us/img254/6193/headphoneswhiteblueeyes.jpg)</div><br>Aria frowned at the mention of the Vigil.&nbsp; "I'm not sure, but possibly.&nbsp; I don't usually know about things I never deal with, but with the time problem, I'm just in the dark as everyone else."&nbsp; Joking and jovial nature aside, it obviously bothered her.&nbsp; Much of Aria's life seemed to be spent living in the present, whimsical and capricious to near the point of lunacy at times, yet so much also seemed to just fit together in retrospect as if she had some cunning plan from the start.&nbsp; Perhaps she really did depend too much on her magic.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Council of Leaders (NWOD) (Game Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>18-09-2012, 03:36:35</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Max shakes his head slowly. "Those who walk the Vigil are hardly a monolithic entity, though they do tend to clump up along certain ideological guidelines. <br><br>"Though as for the mysterious future, all I can do there is corroborate the information. There's a fair number of oracles I'm in touch with, and they've all been saying the same thing - November 16th is a whole lot of screaming and darkness, then a whole lot of nothing after that. So whatever's going on, we have a little less than two months to figure it out and if necessary, stop it."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Council of Leaders (NWOD) (Game Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>18-09-2012, 12:26:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://img254.imageshack.us/img254/6193/headphoneswhiteblueeyes.jpg)</div><br>"Screaming and darkness?"&nbsp; That definitely caught Aria's attention.&nbsp; "I never got much more than just that there's some kind of static.&nbsp; Definitely good to know."&nbsp; She was going to have to think about that.&nbsp; "Anyway, I think we spent long enough discussing.&nbsp; What should we do next?&nbsp; Anyone else want to check out that shelter?"
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