A World of Leagues: American Thread
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				Title: <strong>A World of Leagues: American Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>20-01-2010, 12:40:44</strong>
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				<div align="center">January 19, 2009</div><br>It was not only his first week on the job, but he honestly thought that this first assignment was a great one. He had no clue what he was really getting himself into by taking it on. Soon enough he'd end up in the same boat as his English counterpart. Sadly, no one told him that. So he was going into this rather blindly. All he had was a hand full of Dossiers that he wasn't quite sure what to do with. He'd read through them and they just confused him. He'd never heard of most of these people. But still, a few of them had been rounded up thus far and he was to meet them. The government had had them 'contained' here in Washington D.C. in one of the rooms under the Whitehouse. <br><br>The hall was freezing as he walked down it to the room, probably due to the fact that it was under ground and he put his black suit jacket back on. Unlike the English headquarters this place seemed unfit to host any kind of grouping. It seemed more like an interrogation room. Bleach white and very cold. It lacked the things the English had provided for their counter group like beds and rooms. The English group had a house to itself it seemed. He figured they would eventually set something like that up for them. This was supposedly the first time they had done something like this.<br><br>Alexander was proud to be a part of this break through in American intelligence and safety. He even smiled as he entered the room and saw a lovely looking young woman and a rather rough looking man (at least compared to him) sitting in there. They didn't seem as enthusiastic as he was.<br><br>He cleared his throat before setting the dossiers down on the table. The files didn't contain any pictures, so he wasn't quite sure who was who, "Hello. I'm Alexander Bruce Bielaski, Director of the Bureau of Investigation. Would you care to introduce yourselves?" he had probably unknowingly opened a can of worms. Like the English group they probably weren't here by choice.
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				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>20-01-2010, 15:49:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i741.photobucket.com/albums/xx51/Calliedelnoire/1dy58j.jpg)</div><br>"Honestly Alexander, do we have to engage in this skulking and such? We're clearly all 'specialists' of one sort or another. There was no need for the subterfuge to get us here." Selene Kane-Waite said as she tapped a delicately gloved hand across the polished table of the 'meeting room'. She shifted in her black dress and matching coat, and only long experience in the right circles allowed the Director to spot the woman's gun. <br><br>Selene took in the frown with a smile that was as easily a smirk as she looked around and rolled her eyes. She knew what the file on her said. At least the general elements as she looked over the assembled folk at the table. Odds were she was already known to more than a few as 'that woman.' Selene Kane-Waite, the heiress to the Kane family fortune and estates, both here and in England. A family whose roots went far back before the country was founded. A scholar of sorts, an adventuress, and in the right circles a well known occultist. Possibly the rumor mill had added other names and titles to her name: 'Independent', 'Strong willed', 'Blunt', even possibly the tasteless 'suffragette' title as well. She shrugged as she looked around the table. <br><br>"Selene Kane-Waite, of the New York Kanes, my family has a history of handling certain 'discrete' issues for the government and men of power. We have long been warriors against the despicable forces of darkness and the minions of the devil." She tapped a wooden cane on the table, a dark wooden stave topped with the head of a growling cat and ornate symbols down it's length as she returned to her seat. She murmured a word and in her place sat the first lady just long enough to be seen by all, then she was back as herself. "As a result I, .. liked my ancestors all the way back to Solomon Kane, have stepped in to.. smooth things out from time to time. As the latest member of the family to do such favors... I've been asked here." She frowns again at the director, clearly unhappy at the 'foolish' subterfuge they had to play at. "I am surprised that you are the one in charge of us. I didn't think someone so ..publicly prominent as you would wish to be associate with a diverse of collection of 'talent'" <br><br>Clearly the woman knew him in passing at least and had expected something different from what is occurring. She put the cane at her side and settled back in the chair, nodding towards the others to step out and speak. The sooner the introductions were done, the sooner they would be quit of Bielaski and his subterfuge.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A World of Leagues: American Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>21-01-2010, 20:56:13</strong>
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				Alexander was a bit put off when the young woman shot at him so easily and quickly. He was expecting the man in the room to answer for both of them. It was more common that way. But she was the ony leading the converstaion along and he wasn't really all that comfortable with it, "Umm...well..." he fumbled for a moment before catching his pace again. He would have to remember not to get so out of focus, "Miss. Waite...this is all formal," he frowned a bit as she smirked back at him. <br><br>He hadn't much of a clue about either of these people beyond what was in their dossiers, but he wasn't that happy with being stuck with a woman like this. He'd heard of women like her before and was not comfortable with it. More so when she began asking him why he would tak on a job like this. He'd taken it for the pay and because he'd been apparently lied to. Whatever the reasonings were, he wasn't going to let her push him around like Bond did Mina.<br><br>"Miss. Waite. You were asked here for a job. My reasons for being here are none of your business and yours are none of mine. I could care less about your family or the favores you have done for our government. Right now this is more about national safety and your specific family," he glared at her and leaned on the table with both his hands. Alexander was a meak looking fellow, but he wasn't one to be pushed around so easily. This was his first assignment and he intended on it going well, "You accepted this mission for whatever reason and under whatever terms your contract states. That being the case I am the one in charge, again the reasons are no business to a woman like you, and you will do as I say or you will suffer whatever consequnces are in your contract."<br><br>"Now...Shall we continue or do you want to further debate this?" he'd read her file and knew she wasn't quite 'normal', but he felt he could handle that, "If you would be so kind as to allow our other guest the permission to speak...? Or maybe you demand all in your presence to fall into place at your feet..." he wasn't going to let a woman scare him and soon he turned his attention to the man in the room, "Sir? Have you anything to say?" already this wasn't going as well as he'd of liked it to.
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				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>21-01-2010, 21:14:40</strong>
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				"It's Kane-Waite, or simply Kane if you insist on shortening it." Selene said calmly, taking the high road. Knowing it would put the man off his balance to lose control to a woman again. But now she figured it would be a good time to yield the floor to the man folk, after one last barbed shot to Alexander. She had read up a little on him, he was a go-body. That is, 'go do this' or 'see to that' sort of official, but one who did what he was directed to do. Problem was, 'go bodies' didn't always see the need to tell the 'lackeys' the whole story. Enough to get the job done. She rolled her staff in her hand as she continued.<br><br>"I am here, to <em>consider</em> offering my services, as are these other august persons." She gives a polite nod to the other people there. She knew her talents were positively unique. The number of sorcerers or willworkers was positively scare in these modern days. As such, she considered herself non-expendable and she was sure her 'companions' were as concerned with their own skins. "I merely wish to .. express my concerns. Having been a .. a singular asset for so long I am interested as to the change." She looked to the others again with a smile. "My apologies to you all. I will try to be more.. womanly in the future." She said, even though it was clear in her demeanor she intended to do no such thing.
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				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>22-01-2010, 12:33:24</strong>
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				"Please do so," he commented lightly when she said she would try to be more womanly. Alexander would be much happier if she declined assisting them at this point, but he knew he would get in trouble for ushering people out because of his own opinions, "Yes, you all my be here to <em>consider</em> assisting and offering your services, but I doubt many of you will deny it in the end. As this isn't a matter of your personal pride. This is a matter of national safety and your own safety," he sighed a little and settled into the chair near him. He'd hoped that this would be an easy meeting. Walk in. Introductions. And then the signing of official papers to seal it all.<br><br>"If that is not enough to entice you...then I'm sure the destruction of all papers and photos concerning any indiscretions you've all committed in your lives will suffice. We're willing to offer each of you a clean slate as well as a substantial amount of money. I hope at least that will be enough," when matters of security and safety didn't work he knew to offer things up to their personal advantage. He knew more about each of them than Ms. Kane might of thought. Alexander could ensure that she get anything she needed to complete whatever it was in her life she was working for. As for the male in the room, he could make the same offer to. Hell, he could get them off for murder if need be. He hated dealing with criminals and doing things like it, but he wasn't below it. <br><br>"Unfortunately, I can't disclose too much information unless you do accept the contract. I will say that it will be dangerous and death is almost certain for the careless and reckless. Also, there would most likely a substantial amount of time away from your homes and even America itself. I can promise that if you've been bored with life, this will take care of that. We're willing to offer each of you the money and equipment that you need, or that you want for personal use, to see this to the end," he hoped he'd made a decent enough offer to them, "I would also like to add that you may come in contact with persons, or things, inhuman. If you manage to bring back one of them alive, you would be paid for that as well," throwing in extra money usually never hurt.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A World of Leagues: American Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>22-01-2010, 15:07:56</strong>
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				Selene's eyes sparkle as she merely smiles at his comments and remains quiet. Somehow she managed to be the winner of the argument that she had started by NOT getting the last word. She folded her hands and sat back as Alexander tried to get his feet back under him. She had learned what she had sought out in the beginning. He was a 'go-body' but had some wits about him and clearly had intended to not tell them everything about the problem they had been called in for. <br><br>She turned her eyes to the other man and nodded to him, ceding the floor to him and once again getting something over Alexander. A bit petty perhaps, but without knowing more about their 'boss' and his unseen sponsors she wasn't going to make any headway at this point. Despite any other flaws he had, and she counted a short temper, petty vindictiveness and being hide bound among his flaws, she knew his will was too strong for her to enspell without giving away that she was. That and it wasn't sure to take if she forced things like that.&nbsp; Better, she reminded herself, to let her new companion introduce himself and see what mischief that they were to investigate. She heartily hoped that it wasn't anything like the business in Innsmouth.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A World of Leagues: American Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>27-01-2010, 18:21:29</strong>
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				Alexander scolded himself inwardly for letting a woman get to him like that. All his previous notions of actually enjoying this mission or even finding it interesting was slowly going out the window with each little smirk of her lips. Meanwhile, the other man in the room had yet to say a word and that to was getting on his nerves. He was used to people replying or at least responding in some small way to his actions. He began to wonder if the man was actually asleep! If so, he was going to be quite furious. It was becoming bad enough just to be near Selene, but to have someone sleeping in his presence was really the limit.<br><br>"Sir?" he growled lowly. His small form tensing a bit, "It would be kind of you to at least introduce yourself. Unless you, like the Miss here, believe yourself too good for this...though I must say I would prefer the silence over rude vocalism," he shot Selene a glance at that. Chances were the two would not get along during their working together.
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				Post by: <strong>Doktor Sleepless</strong> on <strong>30-01-2010, 03:53:48</strong>
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				Jack sat up and mumbled something in French; then pulled his goggles up on his forehead. His eyes looked red, and he squinted "I'm sorry, you say something, homme? I was napping." he smiled charmingly as he said so. "Say, got anything to drink? I get all cottonmouthed after sleeping."
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				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>30-01-2010, 04:01:01</strong>
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				Selene grins wickedly. She picks up her staff and points to their 'host'. The growling cat's head seems to be ready to actually growl for a moment.<br><br>"Our host was fishing for introductions sir, and telling us how we're here to save the country from dire and as yet unnamed hazards. I'm Selene Kane-Waite, a.. scholar of.. unique methods. And you are?" She says, pushing past the blustering Alexander with the suave smoothness of someone long practicedin deflating egos.
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				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>31-01-2010, 01:13:43</strong>
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				If it weren't for the door swinging open behind him, Alexander probably would of thrown himself across the table. Luckily, the door opening made him refocus. He stared at Jack for a moment before standing up straight and fixing his tight. Unlike the others in the room he was dressed a bit more commonly. His suit was simple black where as the popular trend was a bit more giving and lending to ones body. Alexander was a bit more traditional in his fashion sense. He fit his job title very well.<br><br>"No...there is nothing to drink..." he hissed out between his teeth before pressing a firm hand on the files on the desk, "So kind of you to wake up and join the group," Alexander wondered if the man was just lazy. It was only a small cough behind him that made him turn and keep from verbally disciplining Jack. A young woman, not much younger than Selene appeared to be, stood there in a white dress. She was quite the opposite of what Selene appeared to be, "May I help you? This is a private meeting."<br><br><hr><br>Abigale looked around the room for a moment before handing the file folder in her hands to Alexander, "Sorry for being late. I was only just brought here. Abigale Racket," she said softly as Alexander took the folder. A man came in behind her and nodded his head to everyone in the room.<br><br>"Miss. Racket was just brought in," his voice thick and deep as he went over to Alexander. Their suits were matching, a sign that they were in the same grouping together, "President wants her brought in on it as well. She was just brought down from New York."<br><br>She took a seat near Selene before speaking, "And my family?" the question was directed towards the man that brought her in, "What are they to be told?"<br><br>"You're on leave to meet a suitor," he said coldly before taking his leave of the room. This answer earned a small rolling of the eyes from her and she sat quietly.<br><br><hr><br>"Well then..." Alexander huffed before going on, "Now...if everyone is accounted for and awake," he glared at Jack before continuing, "You'll all be going south to investigate a small disturbance that needs handling. I'm sure it will be easy enough for the three of you."
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				Title: <strong>Re: A World of Leagues: American Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>31-01-2010, 07:19:53</strong>
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				Selene gestures, along with a whispered word of power, while Alexander was distracted by the arrival of Miss Ratchet. A folder slides across the table to her hand and she opens it curiously, knowing that it was both a good move to inform her AND irk Alexander. A win/win situation in her mind she noted as she skimmed over the contents quickly. She debated sliding her hidden flask of whiskey over to the waking man, but saved that for later. Too much stress too quickly was bad for the heart and she only wished to ANNOY and not kill by apoplexy. 
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				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>01-02-2010, 00:51:17</strong>
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				Abigale would be more than willing to egg Alexander on as Selene was, but it wasn't really her style. She really had no interest in being here in the first place, but she didn't have much of a choice. It was either this or jail. Abigale loved her parents dearly and didn't want them having to deal with knowing the truth, so she accepted doing this. But her acceptance didn't mean she was going to sit back quietly and just do as she was told. Abby wanted to know what she was getting herself into. Jail might be better.<br><br>"South? How far south?" Miss. Racket had never been outside New York before now.<br><br><hr><br>Alexander was staring down at his files. They seemed out of place somehow, yet he hadn't seen them move. Whatever the reason, Abigale's question brought him back. If only to annoy Selene he answered Miss. Racket where he wouldn't of for Selene before, "Alabama. Specifically a small mining town called..." he picked up one of his displaced files and flipped through it for a moment, "Carbon Hill."<br><br>The mention of a place that was probably in the middle of nowhere was likely to earn him odd looks, so he didn't even wait for the questions to start, "There was some kind of disturbance about a month ago. As of yesterday it seems that every woman between the ages of 13 and 50 are pregnant. Mass pregnancies like this are not completely uncommon in history," just strange, "But a father tried to have his 16 year old daughter illegally abort the fetus and it ended up killing both mother and child. At first the doctor was to blame, but other fathers tried this as well and all the girls that had it done died. It seems that if the fetus dies, then so does the host mother. This leads us to believe that none of these pregnancies were normal conceptions."<br><br>How someone of these three's talents fit into a mass pregnancy was difficult for anyone to see, "There were reports of an Asian doctor that came over from England. He was seen around the small town just before the incident and now he seems to of disappeared, leaving behind all his belongings. The government has reason to believe that he is the cause of this and that he may be some sort of...body swapper...or something," this was the part Alexander didn't care for. He didn't believe in magic and things of that nature, "Anyways...it's your all's job to figure it out. We'll be sending you down there as soon as possible. All your housing and such will be taken care of."
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				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>01-02-2010, 01:01:02</strong>
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				Selene made a face at the mention of that many women in a 'delicate way'.&nbsp; She had no desire to be a mother, particularly from a mystery source such as this. She knew of a few ways to avoid normal conception, alchemical and more mundane, but they took preparation. She visibly perked up at the mention of a possible 'body thief' and was quietly attentive as took in the comment. <br><br>An doctor wasn't the normal role her quarry took, particularly someone as 'out of place' as an asian by way of England. Still, it was a lead, and perhaps going over his belongings would turn something up that pertained to her own hunt. She slid over to pick up the files, going over her own recall of the south, perhaps there was something of note in this Carbon Hill. She mulled over sending a boy over to the telegraph with a message for her family to check the old journals and tomes. The Kanes had been over the continent extensively over the last 140 odd years, and the only event of note she could recall was putting down a pack of wolfmen around the time of the whiskey rebellion. 
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				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>01-02-2010, 02:08:56</strong>
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				Alexander was going to say something else, but Selene seemed interested in something of her own and took his papers from in front of him. His eyebrows arched in surprise for a moment before narrowing downward in annoyance, "Give me those..." he snatched them back from her, "Those are private," he growled and stuffed them quickly into his briefcase. Alexander had been looking forward to working this assignment. To for once get out from behind the desk and actually work in the field. Now he was regretting taking it on. Maybe if Selene hadn't of been there he could of dealt with it. It was too late now though, "Now. Are you all coming with?" after all, the only one he was sure about was Miss. Racket since her file said she had already accepted, "If so, please return home, pack, and be back here by morning."<br><br>With that, he felt like leaving and did so. He turned and headed from the room quickly. Unfortunately he too had to pack. He wouldn't be joining them in actually any work, but he was to go along as a government official in case any of his kind of authority was needed. <br><br><hr><br>Abigale stood up after the man left and gave a small bob of her head to both Selene and Jack, "Guess I'll see you two in the morning," her bags were already packed and stowed away on the train, so her focus was on a good nights sleep. She slowly made her way out of the room.
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				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>01-02-2010, 02:36:23</strong>
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				"My apologies if my actions get you in some.. mischief by proxy. Alexander isn't too happy with my presence here.." Selene says as she falls in step with Abigale. She was already packed as well, given that she had many years experience of dashing off at the government's beck and call. 
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				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>01-02-2010, 14:06:12</strong>
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				Abby hadn't been expecting anyone to follow along with her, much less speak to her. So it was a little surprising when Selene came up to apologize, "Oh...Well, to be perfectly honest, I'm only here because of my own mischief. I hardly doubt you could make things worse for me," she said truthfully. She'd got herself into this mess because she'd become cocky of her work and let herself slip.<br><br>"I'm sure no one will mind me saying this, but this Alexander," she felt a bit odd saying his name instead of calling him Sir or Mister, but she hadn't been there for the not so formal introductions they'd had, "...he seems a bit uptight," though that might of been the small verbal quarrel him and Selene had had that made him that way, "And that other fellow..." she didn't know Jack's name, "...he seems quiet."
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				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>01-02-2010, 18:03:28</strong>
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				"Ah, but the quiet ones are the ones you should watch." Selene says with a smile. "I'm not what he'd have wanted. I'm a woman, and then there is the fact that he is a Believer. He believes that I shouldn't be here, that what I know and do can't possibly be true and that I'm only going to be trouble." She smiles wickedly. "On the last he is profoundly correct. I intend to annoy the man into a fit. If he had half the wit he tried to show, he'd have let us take a look at his files. This oriental man, there are contacts I could have telegraphed in London for information, and I am having to resort to sending messages to the family up in New York instead."<br><br>She pulled a card from her jacket and offered it to Abby. "I'm staying at one of the family houses in Georgetown, please stop by for dinner. I think we should all discuss our.. impending adventure of a civilized meal and drinks, perhaps even get to know each other's skills better. Alexander doesn't believe in magic, yet he expects us to miraculously mesh together as a team." She stopped at the street as she produced another and let Abby see it before covering it with a flourish. When she opened her hands it was gone. "That is for Jack, he will find it on his vest." She said as she stepped into a hanson cab that pulled up. "I'll expect you at five thirty then?" She said as she tapped on the roof of the cab and gave her address.<br><br>She would have plenty of time to send a boy to the telegraph station to send a message to the family estate. They could look for information on this mysterious town she was headed to, as well as information on Abby and Jack. Always know your allies.
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				Post by: <strong>Doktor Sleepless</strong> on <strong>02-02-2010, 04:14:53</strong>
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				Jack just continued to wake up, taking in the new arrivals; then noticing that nobody gave him a drink, fell asleep again. When he woke up moments later, he patted his vest and found the piece of paper "Dinner?" he asked to nobody in particular. "Tres bien." and went back to his hotel room to shower and get ready for dinner.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A World of Leagues: American Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>02-02-2010, 13:35:37</strong>
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				<strong>Later that afternoon, near evening</strong><br><br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i741.photobucket.com/albums/xx51/Calliedelnoire/Elizabeth-Swann-elizabeth-swann-802.jpg)</div> Selene came in from her enclosed yard, it had been difficult to find a man who was willing to do sword play with a woman, even in such a forward town as Washington. She nodded to the matronly cook as she looked over the evening's preparations as she handed her sword over the houseboy to stow in her room after it was cleaned and sharpened. <br><br>Actually, she reflected, it was getting harder and harder to find a true swordsman versus a 'mere' fencer. A casualty of the new century she reflected. There were benefits, she reminded herself as she pointed out a selection of wines and brandy for the meal and after.<br><br>Telephones for one, if you were able to ensure security. She smiled dryly as she considered how many operators listening in were confused at the use of ancient greek with the folk at her estate back in New York state. Of course, that was only sufficient to set them working on what damnably little she knew and to tell them to send it by express to the nearest reputable agent to relay it to her. That was still the better part of two days or more (with good trains and carriages) to where they were going. She shook her head as she savored the smells of a well cooked meal, snatching a roll from the cool tray by the oven and smiling at the mock disapproval of her cook as she exited the matronly woman's domain for her own.<br><br>The library wasn't as good as the one back at the New York estate where she normally worked out of, but she had a service to bring many papers to the house, maps to look upon and a suitable selection of books to read from that she had brought with her. She walked into the library/study and sat down at the oak desk as she watched the upstairs maid hustling to remove the last of the covering sheets from the furniture before beating a retreat with a hurried curtsey to the lady. Not many of the family had use of being in Foggy Bottom often enough to keep the whole house open. <br><br>She glanced to the clock on her desk as she put up her feet and relaxed, savoring the freedom of not being in a damnable dress or wearing a powerful glamour as she pulled out a slender cigar out of a handy humidor and lit it with a flourish.<br><br>Time enough to relax before her 'companions' arrived she figured as she picked up the week or more old papers from New Orleans and Mobile. She had somethings in work, but they could wait. All in all, the evening looked promising. Jack looked to be a proper scoundrel, and they were always fun to have to dinner. Provided you watched the drinks and silverware. She was curious about the girl, Abby, though. Still waters were one thing, but she had to have true depths if Alexander thought she brought something to the group. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A World of Leagues: American Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doktor Sleepless</strong> on <strong>03-02-2010, 02:29:14</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Now, Jack was a scoundrel, but he cleaned up good. Three piece suit, sunglasses and hat, he grabbed a coach to the address he'd been given. At the exact time, he knocked on the door.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A World of Leagues: American Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>03-02-2010, 02:55:33</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				A maid opens the door and smiles. "The lady of the house is in the study sir, let me take your coat and I'll show you in." She offers to take his coat before leading the way to a well stocked study, covered in wooden shelves with massive books. A blond woman sits at the desk smoking a cigar.<br><br>"Ah, Jack.. please come in. Drink?" The voice was definitely Selene's though her look was different. And her clothing was definitely different. "I've got scotch and whiskey, and good cigars."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A World of Leagues: American Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doktor Sleepless</strong> on <strong>03-02-2010, 03:12:46</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Jack smiled at the maid and kissed her hand "Merci, ma petite.", then followed her to the study. "Miss Selene? I'll have some bourbon and a cigar; that'd be excellent. You... look different..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A World of Leagues: American Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>03-02-2010, 03:19:23</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"You slept though my introduction." She says with a smile as she freed her hand and walked over to the cabinet to pour her guest a drink. "I'm a mystic.. actually it would be closer to sorceress, though our.. employer seems to think I am deluded." She does a quick gesture, and the dark haired, pale faced woman of the morning flashed into sight, then vanished. <br><br>"She is my.. 'public' face." Selene explained as she offered him a glass and held out the humidor for him to choose a cigar of his choosing. "I fear that Selene Kane is a.. rebellious and unladylike person. My being seen in Washington's circles of power.. would bring notice." <br><br>She takes a seat and motions for him to choose one of several overstuffed leather chairs around the desk. "I am a swordswoman, shoot competitively, do all sorts of 'improper' things. Society despairs that there is no man in my life to reign me in." She smiles sardonically. "As if I would let him."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A World of Leagues: American Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doktor Sleepless</strong> on <strong>03-02-2010, 15:16:26</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Accepting the glass as she explained, he nodded. He was from the Bayou, so magic was not something he wanted to disbelieve in "I hear you, Mademoiselle. I'm not a man of magique, mais je compris." Selecting a cigar, he sat down on one of the comfortable chairs, leaving his hat on the table beside it. Grinning after a sip of bourbon, he asked "<strong>All</strong> sorta improper things?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A World of Leagues: American Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>03-02-2010, 16:05:56</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Abigale nodded at the invite to dinner and headed off for her own lodgings. As promised all of her things were there when she showed up and she quickly went about getting a bath and dressed for dinner. Formal dinners were common to her, so she wasn't all that excited or interested in it, but at least she would be able to get to know her co-workers a bit more. Having co-workers was new to her and she wasn't sure how she felt about it yet. Not like she had a choice in the matter.<br><br>It was just after Jack disappeared inside that she pulled up in her cabby and was helped out. Her pretty white dress had been exchanged for a long blue one. Black gloves covered her arms and hands from elbow down and her hair had been let down to about mid-way of her back. She nodded lightly to the servant that offered to lead her inside. He heels clicking lightly on the floor till they got to the study.<br><br>Once in the room she nods lightly at both Selene and Jack, "Good evening to both of you. Nice to see you awake, Sir," she comments to Jack, "Ms. Kane, thank you for inviting me to your lovely home. I can only hope our place of stay in this southern town is half as nice and comfortable."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A World of Leagues: American Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>03-02-2010, 19:04:38</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Selene please." Selene says with a smile as she motions for the quieter woman to take a seat. "Very soon, my dear we'll be relying upon one another to keep each other alive. And I can promise you, our collective skin is NOT the concern of one Alexander Bruce Bielaski. Would you like a sherry my dear, or would something like what we're having be more to your tastes?" She asks as she stands by her hidden bar.<br><br>"And there was no need to be so formally dressed as this is a small private dinner." Selene gestures to her own very 'casual' manner of dress. "I'm sorry I failed to make that clear." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A World of Leagues: American Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>04-02-2010, 22:53:02</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Abigale looked at herself for a moment when it was said that she was 'so formally dressed'. Honestly, she didn't think she was all that overly dressed. Abigale was used to dressing like this on a daily basis. Formal wear for her was a much more puffy skirt, makeup, and her hair all pulled up. If anything, she felt under dressed for a dinner gathering with new people, "Sorry if I seem over dressed to you. I'm not used to wearing anything else," which wasn't the whole truth. On her nightly excursions she tended to wear mens clothing. That way if she was seen she would at least have the cover of appearing as an effeminate male burgler.<br><br>"Sherry is fine," the girl wasn't much of a drinker, "Unlike you two, possibly, I'm not here by choice. My skin is my own to cover, as is yours," she had no intentions of doining more than her end of the bargain and saving her co-workers was not in that. Working with others in the first place was not something she was interested in, "Though if by some chance it happens, I won't complain," Abigale sought to make her place as clear as possible.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A World of Leagues: American Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>04-02-2010, 23:45:19</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Selene smiles as she pours a sweet sherry in a small glass for the other girl. There was a hidden bite to her words, but mostly she was still the least worldly of those here. She was determined to keep as much of that innocence as she could, though she doubted there was as much as innocence as there appeared to be. Alexander wouldn't press gang a society girl into this task, she'd have something to contribute. She knew her own skills, and a look at her cajun friend gave more than few hints to what he could do.<br><br>"Here you go my dear." She said as she sat down behind her desk and resumed smoking. "I hope you've all your tools ready for any 'secured' items we might need access to." She said guessing at the 'reluctant' convict air she was putting out. Clearly she was working for a pardon from the few words that she caught earlier meeting. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A World of Leagues: American Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>06-02-2010, 20:10:23</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Abigale might of been the 'young one' in both appearance and experience, but she didn't seem intent on letting that get to her. She knew her second life style would eventually land her in some kind of trouble. Luckily she'd managed to get out alive and was getting something halfway decent out of it.<br><br>She wrapped her slender fingers around the glass and took a small sip while watching Selene head back to the desk and cigar. Cigarettes weren't uncommon for women, but cigars were. The mere scent alone tickled her nose and nearly sent her into a sneezing fit. Instead she put a gloved hand to her nose for a moment before lowering it, starting to get used to the smell of the cigar.<br><br>"I have all the tools I need...though I still don't see how I'm of use here. I'm sure the government has it's reasons."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A World of Leagues: American Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>06-02-2010, 20:31:10</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well we've got a mix of skills." Selene pointed out as she pulled out her blade and put it on the table, then laid her twin pistols by it. "Jack is clearly of the engineering persuasion, and I've been trained in a variety of less.. subtle methods along my studies in the occult." She took another slow drag on the cigar. <br><br>"I simply used some deductive reasoning to figure out your skill set from what I knew." She had so enjoyed reading the mongraph from the London detective all those years ago. A shame that great mind had been lost to history. "Take in the fact that you were clearly being compelled to give aid and the first thing you did in the room when you arrived was to sweep it for entry and exits, followed closely by an assessing sweep of the room for valuable and possible hiding places told me you have experience as a.. what is it called? A cracker..or box man? I'm sure we'll have need of someone who can open most locked doors and boxes without the application of a foot or a bullet." She smiles as she motions for the girl to drink up.<br><br>"Please, relax..we're all in need of it and most likely there will be precious little in the days to come. I'm sure having the august presence of Alexander on the train with us will be enough to dampen the wonderful trip ahead."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A World of Leagues: American Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>07-02-2010, 00:44:56</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Abigale felt little like relaxing when the other woman accused her of scanning the room for exits and valuables. Even if she had, it would against her own knowledge, "I would never," she snapped and set her glass down quite firmly. She'd only been doing this for a year or two now and didn't think it was so obvious. If so she would of expected her parents to take notice. Though they seemed only focused on getting her married. There wasn't a big enough haul in the world to make her settle down, "And I would prefer if the subject of conversation were taken away from me and put to a better use...such as this silly mission they have us on."<br><br>Why on earth they would have to look into pregnancies of any kind was beyond her. Much like Selene the topic of childbirth was a shuddering thought. She'd never witnessed or experienced it (thank heavens) and was not interested in doing either, "As for Mr. Bielaski, I'm sure he won't enjoy the trip anymore than us," there seemed to be an obvious tension between Alexander and Selene. Abby partly wished she'd been there when they first met.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A World of Leagues: American Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>07-02-2010, 00:58:26</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Relax my dear girl." Selene purred with that fox like smile of hers. "I am the scion of a family that has long done such things. We were, and are, the folk who fight the forces of darkness. So many women suddenly getting in the 'matronly way' speaks of a great undertaking. It's the family's experience that only those who seek gain at the cost of others would do such undertakings." <br><br>She tapped off the ash of her cigar as she looks at the fuming girl. It was nice to see that she had some fire in her after all, it would be terribly depressing that such a lovely and passionate woman wasn't cowed by Bielaski and his ilk. <br><br>"And relax my dear, I was not accusing you of anything. I pointed out your habits, instinct my girl can be a life saver. I nearly died once because I was lulled by appearances."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A World of Leagues: American Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doktor Sleepless</strong> on <strong>07-02-2010, 19:16:30</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=58521.msg2702643#msg2702643">Quote from: Michi No Sora on 03-02-2010, 16:05:56</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Once in the room she nods lightly at both Selene and Jack, "Good evening to both of you. Nice to see you awake, Sir," she comments to Jack, "Ms. Kane, thank you for inviting me to your lovely home. I can only hope our place of stay in this southern town is half as nice and comfortable."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"Mademoiselle Abigale." Jack said, rising from his seat. "Good to see you. Please call me Jack."<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=58521.msg2706859#msg2706859">Quote from: Michi No Sora on 04-02-2010, 22:53:02</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Though if by some chance it happens, I won't complain," Abigale sought to make her place as clear as possible.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"C'est good to know that, Mademoiselle." Jack added, again in his seat, and sipping his bourbon.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=58521.msg2712256#msg2712256">Quote from: Callie Del Noire on 06-02-2010, 20:31:10</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Well we've got a mix of skills." Selene pointed out as she pulled out her blade and put it on the table, then laid her twin pistols by it. "Jack is clearly of the engineering persuasion, and I've been trained in a variety of less.. subtle methods along my studies in the occult." She took another slow drag on the cigar.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Jack shrugged, as he pulled a single revolver from the back of his coat, although it looked like the bullets were larger than what usually was used, and of course, so was the barrel "I wouldn't call it engineering... just tinkering. I'm good in a scuffle, and I can build some contraptions; but my main skill is piloting."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A World of Leagues: American Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>07-02-2010, 19:25:27</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"I should like if you would keep your 'instincts' to yourself, Ms. Kane," she said softly as Jack started to speak. Abigale was glad to see the man finally reacting instead of just watching them. Though Miss. Racket wasn't comfortable with the idea of working with either of them. Having other people around only complicated things in her opinion. <br><br>"Good to see you awake this time, Sir Jack," having to call him by his first name was awkward for her, "Last time I saw you I thought you were about to hit your head on the table," she was surprised the man hadn't been snoring. Part of her wondered if he was a drunk at heart.<br><br>"No matter our individual talents, it's the government's money that is being wasted," on them at least. Abigale was just escaping jail time. Other than that, she gained nothing from this mission, "I doubt all of us will be needed to find one man," finally the girl took a seat in on of the chairs, "Is is Asian, correct? How many Asians would find their way to middle of nowhere Alabama? Not many I should think."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A World of Leagues: American Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>07-02-2010, 21:00:31</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"That depends on a few factors. Several work towns have popped up near large construction projects. Some of them have large Chinese populations to them. You have literally dozens of such towns along the continental railroad project and spurs." Selene points out. "And please.. it's just Selene. You say Miss Kane and I hear the disapproval all those New York society mavens." <br><br>She sits down with grin at the other woman. "I was SUCH a disappointment. Money, family and absolutely no desire to play their games. Of course shooting Janet Hern's dog was probably the cap of it." She adds with a grin to Jack.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A World of Leagues: American Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doktor Sleepless</strong> on <strong>08-02-2010, 04:40:37</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=58521.msg2715181#msg2715181">Quote from: Michi No Sora on 07-02-2010, 19:25:27</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Good to see you awake this time, Sir Jack," having to call him by his first name was awkward for her, "Last time I saw you I thought you were about to hit your head on the table," she was surprised the man hadn't been snoring. Part of her wondered if he was a drunk at heart.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Jack smirked "Mon Dieu, woman, drop the sir. There is nothing blue-blooded or refined about me. True, I'm not a complete cochon, I have manners, but I'm no sir. Jack, or if you want, Jacques."<br><br>"And I'm usually more aware of my surroundings than most people realize, even when most people think I'm completely asleep." He sipped his drink, then said "Chinamen are here for several reasons, as our host said. I've learned quite a deal about explosives from one."<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=58521.msg2715413#msg2715413">Quote from: Callie Del Noire on 07-02-2010, 21:00:31</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">She sits down with grin at the other woman. "I was SUCH a disappointment. Money, family and absolutely no desire to play their games. Of course shooting Janet Hern's dog was probably the cap of it." She adds with a grin to Jack.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"The chien probably deserved it. Same as that man I shot in Jacksonville." he chuckled and puffed on his cigar.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A World of Leagues: American Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>08-02-2010, 05:08:34</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'm betting your man in Jacksonville wasn't chewing on a priceless Gutenberg Grimoire. Bloody pest nearly destroyed it." Selene says grumpily. "After the purges by the church there were only three left. I paid a fortune for it."<br><br>She took a long drag on her cigar and smiled to the Jack. "So you play up the like I fox with words to annoy or boss? For that matter how did they pressgang you into the job?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A World of Leagues: American Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doktor Sleepless</strong> on <strong>09-02-2010, 20:22:34</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"He was beating his woman." Jack said, simply. "There might be millions of them, but that's no reason to beat them up. And I'm here because it was either this, or jail."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A World of Leagues: American Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>09-02-2010, 20:26:26</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Sounds fair." Selene says with a soft look on her face that hints at a recall. "I know what you mean.. protecting the innocent can be hard at times." Her face goes hard as another memory intrudes. Ones that lead to a lot of pain and violence. A road that had lead her to Innsmoth and nearly her end. <br><br>"If this man we seek is a body thief, I .. might suggest that I be the one who handles him." Her hand slides down to the cane that she always keeps close. "I have ways of handling such.. people."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A World of Leagues: American Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doktor Sleepless</strong> on <strong>09-02-2010, 23:49:42</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'll be glad to leave that stuff to you." Jack says, puffing on his cigar. "I have no knowledge of such things, Mademoiselle."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A World of Leagues: American Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>09-02-2010, 23:59:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Surprisingly most of the folk lore works. Most glamors don't last under contact with cold iron, and other irons and steel wear at it. Another reason I try to avoid corsets and the like." She adds wryly to her guests. "Turning your jacket inside and an wearing it turns MOST faery tricks, but not all. Avoid elf shot at all costs, you don't have the talents to survive it. The body theif.. I might have a few things to turn his spell for a short time, but avoid his eyes. A skilled sorcerer such as he or I can entrall you with it. I might have some minor wardings, they won't do much and definitely won't last long but it might be enough to give you time to run or shoot. And they can die..at least in that body. And finding a new one while being disembodied... can take time."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A World of Leagues: American Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doktor Sleepless</strong> on <strong>10-02-2010, 03:15:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Would goggles or glasses made or coated in a specific substance protect us from the body thief's gaze?" Jack asked, and you could almost hear gears turning inside his head.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A World of Leagues: American Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>10-02-2010, 03:18:54</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"I think so.. but there is a difference between the body theft and mesmeric powers." She shakes her head. "I think we might be able to foil the later..somewhat with a mirrored glass of some sort but the first? I doubt it."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A World of Leagues: American Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>10-02-2010, 21:03:39</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Abigale sat silently for those few moments while the other two conversed. She hardly saw herself fitting in with these people. Despite what she did for a hobby, she had little experience in actual life. She'd never held a weapon. She'd never even uttered a foul word before. Outside of that innocence, she was well experienced in her hobby and craft. Abby didn't feel a need to submit to being a low class criminal just to gain worldly experience. She was quite happy with being able to fall asleep in a large, warm, comfortable bed in a nice mansion. She also had a love of diamonds and wasn't about to give them up.<br><br>The conversation took an odd turn and Abigale felt herself not only left out, but lost as well. She had no knowledge or magic or body theft, "You don't really believe this is the work of some 'body snatcher'...do you?" she asked the two of them, "I'm sure it's a simple case of high fertility rate and no one wanting to admit rape or that their precious daughters were harlots. There have been other cases of high pregnancy rates and no one has bat an eye at them before. So why now?" then again none of those other cases were in America and even Abigale could admit that her own government blew things out of proportion sometimes.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A World of Leagues: American Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>10-02-2010, 21:47:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Ah but there is magic in the world Abigale. And I know you're woman enough to know our.. cycles are not that static." Selene says with a grimace, she hated the 'time' that reminded her of her 'delicate nature'. "I would think it statistically impossible for every woman in the region to be in the 'mother's way' at the same time. Add in that I know that our dear employer is nothing but through. The fact that the one attempt to abort&nbsp; the child resulted in death of mother and child. Something is amiss."<br><br>She looked through the small traveling trunk by her desk, fishing around the meticulously laid out trunk and pulled out a trio of books. "Returning to the subject of the occult." She drops three books on the table. "The 1845 printing of Nameless Cults which is a flawed copy of the Unausprechilichen Kulten." A very worn and half burned tome. "The Gutenberg Griomoire, misnamed since it was a small run by one of his apprentices in 1466. Only one of five known to have survived the Bishop of Mainz's purges. Creator unknown."<br><br>She slid the last out of it's sleeve and lays it down carefully, like one munitions expert might handle gun cotton. She took a sip of the drink as she sits down and looks at it like she would some foul beast.&nbsp; "And this is the journal and grimoire of one Ephraim Waite, circa 1690 to 1780. One of three such books found by my family during the civil war. Waite, by the way, is a body thief. My ancestors have crossed paths with him several times. First time being shortly after the execution of Sir Thomas Doughty in 1578 by Solomon Kane. It is the only tome of his still extant and not in his possession. I would dearly love to ensure he makes no more such journals."&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A World of Leagues: American Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>10-02-2010, 22:33:00</strong>
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				Abigale refused to believe it. She watched as the books were laid out and to her they were Fairy Tales. Stories to scare children into behaving and to simply scare them. She had no reason to believe a word of it. Not even with Selene sitting in front of her looking so different from before. As a woman she was used to seeing makeup do miracles.<br><br>"Yes...well...even so. I refuse to believe it till I see it," she was going to stand firm at that, "Abortions fail all the time and the doctor could of been the reason the mother and child both died. It's as simple as that. As for all the pregnancies...for all we know it could be a giant hoax to get attention. People will do anything to bring money to a community. Won't they?" she smiled softly. Abigale felt the subject of magic was best left behind lest someone become offended.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A World of Leagues: American Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>10-02-2010, 23:18:08</strong>
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				"I think you will find my dear.." Selene says with an affectionate smile. "That you should be careful what you wish form." She looks up as her cook walks up. <br><br>"Miss, dinner is ready and laid out in the dining room." She gives a hint of 'and getting could' to Selene as she withdraws. <br><br>"Well Mrs. Winthrop has spoken. We best go before her pot roast cools or the gravy starts to set. I'll never be rid of her reproachful glares. And that would deprive me of her wonderous pastries and gelatos."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A World of Leagues: American Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>11-02-2010, 01:59:44</strong>
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				Abigale responded with a snug look when told she should be careful what she wished for. What she wished for was to be home in her bed. While she didn't the amount of dislike for Selene that Alexander might of had, she didn't like to be talked to that way. Abby kept her mouth shut though. All she had to do was get through this and then she'd be sent back home. Granted her parents would be bothering her about why she hadn't brought home a husband. Abigale was still trying to find the proper words to tell her parents that she never wished to be married.<br><br>Instead she followed silently to the dinner table.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A World of Leagues: American Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>11-02-2010, 02:09:01</strong>
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				"Tell me, my dear, where are you staying? I'm sure our 'federal overseer' has you someplace barely tolerable. If you like I could put yup up in our guest room. I'm sorry I didn't think of it earlier." She asks as she leads the way to dinner, the smell of pot roast, roasted potatoes and steamed vegatbles filling the room as she motions for the others to help themselves to a seat.<br><br>"But enough of the matters of the coming task. I'm sure you've got a few stories you could tell us about." Most of her own stories would curl hair.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A World of Leagues: American Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doktor Sleepless</strong> on <strong>11-02-2010, 04:10:40</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Jack just listened to them, and at one point said "Please, I have no need to hear about womanly cycles." Of course, he was smirking, so he wasn't entirely serious. As they walked into the dining room, he sniffed the air "Smells very, very nice. Please, after you, mademoiselles." he gestured to the chairs.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A World of Leagues: American Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>11-02-2010, 04:31:04</strong>
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				"Such a lovely man isn't he?" Selene purrs as she pointedly takes the lead in and takes her own seat without assistance. She nods to the servers who pour her a glass of wine and wait on the others before leaving quietly. <br>"The house is usually under wraps, we don't have much use for Washington normally. Aside from a short trip down here before every inaugural, to put in the proper appearance and get to know the staff who do the important things behind the scenes. The family has acquired a reputation for... troubleshooting."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A World of Leagues: American Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>12-02-2010, 16:55:05</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=58521.msg2727467#msg2727467">Quote from: Callie Del Noire on 11-02-2010, 02:09:01</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Tell me, my dear, where are you staying? I'm sure our 'federal overseer' has you someplace barely tolerable. If you like I could put yup up in our guest room. I'm sorry I didn't think of it earlier."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"The room is...tolerable at least," she could give the room that. It wasn't horrible or anything. Good only for sleeping in. Abigale would do her best to avoid staying there till they left on the train for anything other than sleeping. It was cold, drafty, and she didn't much like the person that was in the room below her. It smelled awfully of smoke. So the offer of somewhere most likely better to stay was hard to pass up, "That would be nice so long as you're sure no one would be put out or burdened."<br><br>Abby took a seat at the table and waited for her glass to be filled. She took a small sip before listening to Selene again. The Kane family name wasn't completely lost on her, but it wasn't well known to her either. She'd only heard of it in passing, "I find it strange that a family name like yours would be so known with what you say you do. I would think your family would rather live quietly so as not to draw attention."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A World of Leagues: American Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>12-02-2010, 19:20:58</strong>
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				"There are no less than five empty bedrooms that I and the staff aren't using. There would be no problem at all." She said as she cut lean sections of the pot roast for them. She moved with the sure ease of long practice. "Truth be told only a few of the family are directly in this sort of business but myself and my .. father muddied the waters over the last few decades. Stepped on society rivals a bit ... harshly." Of course she reminded herself, they did aid and abet Ephraim albeit unknowingly. After his.. act, she came down hard on them, first though her family then even harder when she came of age.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A World of Leagues: American Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>01-03-2010, 22:38:47</strong>
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				<strong>Sometime later</strong><br><br>"Excuse me Miss." The maid said as Selene looked up. "We've done as you asked and turned out your Grandmother's room an your father's as you asked. Sheets have been put in and the rooms aired."<br><br>"Thank you Jessica, tell the cook that we'll need an early breakfast and we're withdrawing to the study for drinks and desert there." The maid nods as she gives a quick courtesy and withdraws as Selene stands and looks to her guests with a smile. "Would you care to resume our discussion of the reality of magic Abigale?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A World of Leagues: American Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>07-03-2010, 21:01:49</strong>
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				The dinner went by surprisingly easy. Abigale wasn't sure how much talk about magic and such she could take and was glad when the topic had switched. Sadly, it was brought back at the end of dinner when Selene said they would retiring back to the study. It was a subject she'd hoped to keep off of. Magic was childish to her. A bunch of parlor tricks used to entertain children. Abby didn't expect it to turn out to be anything different. That was the only thing it was useful for, keeping children quiet. Strangely enough, she didn't decline, "Of course," anything to get it over with. She assumed that if she indulged the woman now the topic would be forgotten in the future.<br><br>The young woman followed quietly back to the study and this time settled down in one of the chairs. It was obvious that she'd relaxed a little bit or at least enough to sit down. She wasn't an easy going girl and generally followed the rules, "Ms. Selene, I doubt your words. You state that magic exists, but I find that laughable. Magic is for children."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A World of Leagues: American Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>08-03-2010, 03:31:24</strong>
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				"I take no offense," Selene says as she motions for the girl to take one of the comfortable leather seat. "it has been the attitude of most mundanes to disbelieve in the Powers. In fact before my ancestor's, Solomon Kane, encounter with the dark powers of his foes in the 1600 and 1700s. He brought several items to the family collection." Her hands run over the staff she keeps close at hand, "The Staff of Solomon for one as well as the beginnings of the family lore and grimoires."<br><br>She pulled out a hair pin and motioned to the mirror on one wall. "Why don't we start small? Why don't you try the pin in your hair..see what comes of it my dear?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A World of Leagues: American Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>08-03-2010, 21:03:51</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Abby rolled her eyes a little when the woman's back was turned, but she listened. The girl was still young and had a small streak of rebellion in her. She was a good girl and well educated, but a boring life of upper class is what lead her astray. She was unlikely to believe much of what was told to her. The girl was ready to laugh when offered the hair pin, "I thought we were here to try and convince me of magic, not do my hair," she snickered a little and took the pin.<br><br>Abigale stood up and quickly found the mirror. She slipped it into her hair. It was lovely, though not really her style. Abigale preferred more toned down things. Simple things. The girl turned back towards Selene and put her arms out a bit, "Well, now that we're done with my hair, why don't you show me some magic?" sarcasm wasn't her usual manner, but she was a little light headed from the alcohol at dinner and forgot herself and her place as a guest.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A World of Leagues: American Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>08-03-2010, 21:56:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i741.photobucket.com/albums/xx51/Calliedelnoire/1dy58j.jpg)</div> Selene merely smiled as she gestured, a ball of flame filling her hand to light the slender cigar of scented tobacco she picked up from the desk as she added a touch of magick to the pin. It was a splendid piece of workmanship she had to admit. The extra power sped up the glamor as it took hold on her hair and spread downward. Her hair and eyes taking on that cast of brown that she had taken from the Staff of Solomons wood. Her skin took on the pale but clean tones she had worn on the meeting and her lips turning that exquisite tone of red she had chosen as the glamor spread downward. <br><br>"As you can see, glamor is a fairly easy magick." She turned Abby back to look in the mirror. "I've a few other things, but nothing as fast or blatant as a good glamor. The pin anchors the glamor to the wearer but you can spin glamors with ease, given the will and..." She pulled a single stray hair from Abby's shoulder as her own clothing vanished under the flow of the more open outfit she had seen Selene earlier that day. <br>She held up the hair and smiled as she looped it around her finger to show it to Abby in the mirror.<br><br>"Law of Contagion.. what was once part of a whole retains a link to it." She says as she used a minor glamor to take on the appearance of Abby. Of course a single cast off hair wouldn't last long or be as full as the one she worked into the pin.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A World of Leagues: American Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NosCorventius</strong> on <strong>09-03-2010, 00:28:30</strong>
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				Tarzan rushed down the narrow streets of Washington DC trying to push past as gentle as he could as he tried to get to the address printed on his letter. "scuse me, pardon me, Sorry Lady, no offense." he grunted as he pushed his way through. <em>No time for subtleties,</em> He thought after his thirtieth rude glare. <em>They've started without me by now, I'm sure. Got to get out of this crowd.</em> Tarzan thought as he scrambled for a way to escape the mass of pressing bodies. Tarzan smiled as he found it. Tensing for the briefest of moments he leapt straight up to the startled gasps of some of the more observant members of the crowd and caught a ledge in one large hand. With a bit of a swing and a ripple of well defined muscles he was on the roof. "Ah finally, space to run." He sighed happily as he started to run. As he picked up speed the animal in him came to the surface. With each step his body moved a little more like the Apeman he had been when Jane found him, until he was running like his jungle brothers once more. Loping and jumping from roof to roof at a breakneck speed. <br><br>By the time he had reached The White House and followed its instructions get to the underground bunker he was having trouble reading, let alone thinking straight. "Tarzan miss Meeting, not know where go." He sniffed the air in the small stone bunker, picking up the aromas of Talc, Mechanic oil, stale tobacco, and two distinct perfumes. "Left. Not far. Tarzan find where gone." Tarzan sniffed the floor and search the desk, but found nothing. Then out of the corner of his eye he caught sight of a small business card, fallen on the floor, lost or discarded. It smelled heavily of the oil he had picked up before and Tarzan was sure it had belonged to one of the gentleman he was supposed to meet here. He smiled momentarily, showing all his teeth with pride, <em>Tarzan find them now</em> " Dinner. Ms. Kane." He said out loud to no one in particular as he once more set of down the street. <br><br>Forty minutes later found him standing on the front lawn of the Kane Estate, a grand Victorian affair that dwarfed its closest neighbors, staring in the windows at the trio of people seated there. Their scents, even at this distance, were unmistakable through the open window. These were to be his companions. Annoyed by the screen that separated him from his new tribe, he sank his hands into the metal frame wrenching it easily out of its base and leapt through the window. Smiling his biggest full toothed grin, to show how happy he was to have found these people at last, he landed amongst the trio, with a grunt and growl of greeting.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A World of Leagues: American Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doktor Sleepless</strong> on <strong>09-03-2010, 03:24:47</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Jack stood up with jump, twin Derringer pistols sliding from inside his jacket sleeves "Stand back, intruder!"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A World of Leagues: American Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>09-03-2010, 20:31:59</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Abigale's eyes went wide as she watched her appearance change in the mirror. Her jaw dropped a little and her hands immediately went to cover the exposed skin on her chest. Never in her life had that much of her body been bare to other people, "Oh good heavens!" she stared at herself, a bit in shock.<br><br>Miss. Racket didn't have much time to say more or think anymore on what had been done to her as the man appeared in the window and yanked the screen free. Doing as any woman raised as she was, she ran to stand behind Jack. Hiding herself behind him, "How dare you intrude!" she snapped. She might of been scared and shocked at the moment, but she was used to intruders. Though usually she was the intruder.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A World of Leagues: American Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>09-03-2010, 21:28:10</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Selene smiled as she watched the form she normally wore flush with embarrassment and try to cover up. She had to admit it was a delightful glamor and she knew the body underneath was just as pretty. <br><br>"Relax my dear Miss Racket, I think you're find everything is still there and intact underneath the glamor." She said as the girl lost that aloof bearing. She was quite fetching in her own rustic way. Her train of thought was broken as the form of a huge man literally tore into the window and landed on her desk with a toothy grin. An astounding physical specimen, looming over any of the folk in the room.&nbsp; Instincts born over two lifetimes moved her as she stepped up and gestured. The staff leaping towards her ready hand as she stepped forward. <br><br>"I think sir," She said to the massive man as she brought the staff up in a guard position and regarded the clearly well tailored outfit he wore. "That you'd had best learn that I dislike uncouth intruders in my study. The proper way to enter a lady's home it to announce oneself at the door." She mentally chided herself for leaving her guns in the desk's drawer.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A World of Leagues: American Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>15-03-2010, 01:10:41</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Abigale forgot about her recent change in appearance in light of the intruder. Instead she took her spot behind Jack like a woman of her upbringing would naturally do. In the back of her mind she reminded herself to snip at Ms. Kane for speaking about finding 'everything still intact' under her clothing. It wasn't proper to speak of a woman's body in front of a man, "Sir, it would be wise of you to leave immediately," she snapped at the man in the window. If Jack or Ms. Kane weren't going to do anything about it, then she'd use the closest book she could find and throw it at the intruder. It probably wouldn't do much, but she wasn't going to just stand there forever, "This is a private party and I doubt you're invited," Abigale had the thought that this might be a servant of whom ever it was they were tracking down. Possibly sent to pay them off or even kill them before the game ever got started.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A World of Leagues: American Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>15-03-2010, 20:23:15</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Abigale! Put that down. It's a very small run of books." Selene says as she spots the girl scooping up one of the books from her traveling library. She cringed at the type of damage hitting this huge man with a 300 year old grimoire. To the book, she could care less about the brute squatting about ready to spring into action on her 200 year old desk. The snarl of a cat is heard as she points the staff to the man.<br><br>"Again sir, I suggest you comport yourself with proper decorum." She says softly with a voice that hints towards dire consequences.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A World of Leagues: American Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NosCorventius</strong> on <strong>16-03-2010, 02:04:32</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Tarzan smile fell as he saw the guns. <em>Why oily smoking friend want to fight Tarzan? Oh Tarzan know, females must be his. Tarzan prove he strong enough to join new tribe.</em> His smile returned with his new understanding. Tarzan roared as he leapt from the desk toward the man his large hands raised to strike him across the temples <em>If he want proof, he get it.</em> The savage apeman thought as flew threw the air to strike the engineer. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A World of Leagues: American Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>18-03-2010, 20:31:45</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Or would have, if Selene hadn't stepped in and pushed the staff against his chest. <br><br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>"OUT"</strong></span> She said with a glare. Something more than words filling the room with thunder and the huge man was literally blown from the room as the room was filled with a flash of light and the crack of thunder. Out a window, taking the curtains, screen and a good chuck of the window with him. <br><br>With a look of pure fury Selene strides to the window, pausing to retrieve one of her guns from the desk drawer. She takes the windowsill in single leap and strides up to where the much taller man landed in the middle of her yard. She pointed the staff at him as she eases the hammer back on her automatic. <br><br>"I trust that the concept of courtesy and the fact that I shall tolerate no aggression towards my guests is quite clearly a point of honor with me. Strike any guest or member of my household and I assure you that you'll not be long in living to regret it." She pointed the gun at him as she lowered the now very clearly growling staff in her other hand. "Now, I will ask you once and once only. What, sir, are your intentions here?" 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A World of Leagues: American Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doktor Sleepless</strong> on <strong>22-03-2010, 02:21:16</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Jack winced as Tarzan was blown back with the loud thunder and the damage to the window "And here I thought putting two bullets through his head woulda been overkill."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A World of Leagues: American Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NosCorventius</strong> on <strong>22-03-2010, 06:45:44</strong>
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				Tarzan blinked in pain; confused but very alert now. The gun pointed at him made his more primal side growl in hatred, but he was able to use the pain in his side to focus. Repressing the beast once more Tarzan ....no John it was John now, spoke. Hish soft southern drawl firm but embarassed in tone as he spoke<br><br>"I beg your pardon ma'am, I sometime forget myself momenterily. My name is Lord John Clayton of Greystroke. I was told to meet a Mr. Alexander Bielaski but, my train arrived late and i seemed to have missed our meeting. I tracked you here and it would appear I was a little over zealous in my introductions, I do apoligize. If you'll allow me to get to my feet I'll gladly show you my letter."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A World of Leagues: American Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>22-03-2010, 07:36:36</strong>
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				"Well then.. Lord Greystoke," Selene recalled the family name from something she had read in the past. "I have give you due warning, offend my sense of hospitality again and I swear that by Art or Bullet, it shall be your last." She smiled thinly as she motioned with the still lightly growling staff. <br><br>"Now, if you care to join us, I believe you owe someone an apology for striking him. Given his southern antecedents, it could be that you and he might be looking down gun barrels at one another come morning." Selene said as she waited for the giant of a man to get up. "I trust there will be no more.. forgetting yourself like that?" <br><br>She leads the way, keeping her body at an angle to keep an eye on him as she walks onto the porch and the house maid holds the door for them. Her colt still in hand as she walks in. "Annette, see about getting Lord Greystoke's coat..it's acquired some tears from his departure though the library window. And fix him a few cold meat sandwiches from that lovely tenderloin we just ate. He'll be joining us in the library."<br><br>She walked into the library, the very epitome of the lady of the manor as she sat down behind her desk and put staff and pistol on it. Keeping both within reach. <br><br>"This, it seems, is Lord John Clayton of Greystoke." Selene says. "come to us courtesy of the ever pugnacious Mr. Bielaski. I believe he has something to say to you Jack." Selene says as she yields the floor to her newest guest.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A World of Leagues: American Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doktor Sleepless</strong> on <strong>22-03-2010, 20:15:41</strong>
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				"Southern upbringing... mon derriere." Jack said. "You try a stunt like that again, Monkey Man, and I'll make you Lord John Clayton of Fulla'lead."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A World of Leagues: American Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>23-03-2010, 02:30:30</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Everything moved too fast for Abigale to understand. She was being yelled at and so was the beast in the window. Before she could even put the book down the man leaped at Jack and she quickly reached for the heaviest thing she could find and was ready to break it over the intruder's head when Selene went into action. Abby could hardly believe what she'd just saw. She could of sworn that there was lightning in the room, but her mind refused to believe that. This was too much for her. Almost immediately she yanked the hairpin out and tossed it (gently) onto the nearest chair. Her body and clothing soon changed back to it's normal, and well covered, self, "Good lord! What is wrong with you people?!" aggressive women, men jumping through windows and one sleeping half the time. Abigale still wasn't sure if Jack wasn't drunk most of the time.<br><br>In an uncommon fit of frustration and confusion, Abigale threw her hands down to her side with a loud 'hmph' before storming out. The girl was young and inexperienced, it was obvious that at some point she'd become overwhelmed. It was probably good that it happened so early in the mission and not in the middle of something crucial. <br><br>Abby was directed by a maid to what would be her room for the night and proceeded to lock herself up in it. It would be amazing if she didn't run away in the night.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A World of Leagues: American Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NosCorventius</strong> on <strong>23-03-2010, 17:09:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				John Hung his head is shame for a moment before he took a deep breath and responded to the oily engineer. My Deepest and most sincere apologizes, Mr......" He looked around a moment trying to decide if the house was this mans or that of the female Shamans. After the briefest o pauses, he decided it most definitely must be the Shamans. There were simply too many ancient tomes and not enough gadgets here for it to be otherwise.&nbsp; "Um.....Jack. I had not received the benefit of civilized company until recently so your social graces can be a bit of a chore for me on occasion. I truly meant no harm. I merely wished to pass the test of combat, so that I might be allowed to join your Tribe. It seems I have failed in my task, however. As such, I will be on my way as soon as my coat is returned to me." <br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=58521.msg2864713#msg2864713">Quote from: Doktor Sleepless on 22-03-2010, 20:15:41</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Southern upbringing... Mon derriere." Jack said. "You try a stunt like that again, Monkey Man, and I'll make you Lord John Clayton of Fulla'lead."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"I believe that would be your right, sir. Once was a misunderstanding. Twice, would be a betrayal. You need not worry. It will not happen again, I assure you."<br><br>Satisfied that he had made appropriate gestures of politeness towards Jack her he turned to the beautifully dressed Shaman addressing her directly. His offense to her was far more serious. "Ms. Kane, Great shaman of the Western lands that you are, I wish to once more apologize to you and your spirit guides. It seems have tresspassed on sacred land without my knowledge. As such, I will gladly pay for the window as well as carry out any task you assign me, no matter how menial, without regard to my station or status, to make the spirits happy with me once more. Ask whatever you wish of me and it will be done or I will be. This is my oath."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A World of Leagues: American Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>24-03-2010, 22:28:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Selene sighed as she took in the chaos of the assembled group and how the various members of the team were handling it. <br><br>"Well first off Lord Greystoke, you can stay down here and let my associate explain the mission we will be departing on tomorrow. Try to be nice to one another." She says as she picks up her gun and staff before leaving the room, her unspoken 'or else' very clear.<br><br>She stopped by the kitchen to collect something before heading upstairs with a tray on one hand, her gun slung under her arm in a holster. Much to the disapproval of her cooking staff, she noted wryly. The house boy having been sent out to run to the telegraph with an additional name to send to her research staff back in New York. She would have a pretty big pile of papers by the time she got to New Orleans.<br><br>"Abby, open the door. I have something to help you sleep and I figured that we should talk." She said as she came up to the guest room.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A World of Leagues: American Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NosCorventius</strong> on <strong>25-03-2010, 20:46:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"As you wish my lady.....Wait...Does this mean I get to stay? I thought I was being dismissed?! I failed to best your Champion, after all?...... Wait...did you say Mission? What mission? The Letter mentions a specialized team but....." Frustrated and slightly confused John collapses in a heap in one of the chairs and starts to eat the sandwich the maid brought in during his apologies. Unthinking he begins to talk with his mouth full to the engineer. "So Yack, whadis miffon we're goin on?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A World of Leagues: American Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doktor Sleepless</strong> on <strong>26-03-2010, 03:49:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I don't understand half of it." Jack said, "I'm only here as support. Our host is the one that understands all this voudoun merde."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A World of Leagues: American Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>27-03-2010, 02:21:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Abigale sat on the small bed and debated climbing out the window and heading home. This really was too much for her. Silently breaking into a house was nothing compared to this. Supposed body snatchers, magic charms, men jumping in through windows, and just everything. She thought she was going to have a heart attack or something. No, she didn't enjoy basically being held hostage by her parents and nearly forced into marriage, but was this really worth getting away from that? Abby wasn't so sure. Selene had been a good hostess and Jack, well, she was still contemplating what she thought of him. She'd run to him for protection, but that was out of habit. So far he'd been quite.<br><br>The knock at the door made her jump somewhat and her first thought was to tell the woman to leave her alone. Luckily for Selene, Abby was raised with too many manners to turn her host away. Slowly, she walked over to the door and unlocking it. Abby opened it and allowed Selene to enter, "Please forgive my outburst, Ms. Kane. It was just quite a lot for me..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A World of Leagues: American Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doktor Sleepless</strong> on <strong>27-03-2010, 05:38:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				OOC: Jack's been... quite? :P
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A World of Leagues: American Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>29-03-2010, 19:28:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Not at all, and it's Selene." She said as she came in and put the warmed milk on the table as she sat on the bed beside her. Long moments passed as she&nbsp; looked at the younger woman. <br><br>"Tis a bit of a shock, the first time. The world is a much more dangerous thing than most folk know or wish to see. I'm sorry that you've been pulled into it Abby. It's a startling bit to see at first. If I could I would secure your release from this. I'm sure that with time, the Kane family lawyers could pull you out of your situation, but I fear that Alexander's staff would drag things out for a while but I can try. What do you want me to do?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A World of Leagues: American Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>29-03-2010, 19:57:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The thought of being able to go home wasn't all that bad right now, but only till she thought about how her family treated her at times. They weren't abusive, but they were quite forceful. Truth was that they weren't that different from most parents in their status of society. Abigale just happened to be different from other girls her age. They all expected her to get married and have children. To be a good little wife and do as her husband said. Abby didn't like the thought of that. It was just so boring, "Thank you for the offer, but if I wanted to go home then I would have been gone by now. My parents have enough money to cover up my record and keep it hidden till after my marriage," which was truthful. Abby was sure that the moment her parents found out that she'd been caught breaking into someone's home they would find her a husband quick and she would have even less of a choice in the matter, "The only reason they are okay with my being here in the first place is because they were told that I was being sent off to meet a possible suitor."<br><br>She sighed softly, "It's just going to take time for me to become comfortable with things. Honestly, I would rather be here than home. It might be confusing, but at least no one is pushing me from man to man trying to see who can get me married off the quickest. My parents are not very happy with me being the age that I am and still unmarried. Your family seems a bit more relaxed on matters like that."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A World of Leagues: American Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>06-04-2010, 17:53:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I am the family head. What I says goes. I'm the strongest sorcerer in the family's history. Solomon Kane wasn't one but he brought something into the bloodline. And I get even more power from the other side of the family." She made a face. "I'm the last direct linear descendant of Solomon Kane. The family fortunes hinge on my soul, part of a powerful pact that Kane set in motion."<br><br>She sighs as she ponders how much to tell. "You've got the fire and will to understand the Art. That was why I showed you the first steps into a wider world Abby. You are on the edge of the true world, the mix of shadows and light that not everyone can see. I will do my best to protect you and Jack but I think once you step into the world we're about to enter, you will always be touched by it. Hence my offer to teach you enough to protect yourself from what might come."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A World of Leagues: American Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NosCorventius</strong> on <strong>16-04-2010, 19:06:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=58521.msg2876104#msg2876104">Quote from: Doktor Sleepless on 26-03-2010, 03:49:13</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"I don't understand half of it." Jack said, "I'm only here as support. Our host is the one that understands all this voudoun merde."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Finishing the sandwhich off in another two bites Tarzan drained the glass of wine in a single draught, to wash it down before replying. "Okay, then since you can not tell me of the mission. How about you tell me of yourself and the rest of the team? Why you, why me, why the others?" 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A World of Leagues: American Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doktor Sleepless</strong> on <strong>17-04-2010, 02:34:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jack studied him for a moment, then said "I'm an expert in machinery, particularly transportation. You seem to be muscle... and I'm guessing your a tracker, ne c'est pas?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A World of Leagues: American Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NosCorventius</strong> on <strong>30-04-2010, 01:54:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Johns looked at the strange Cajun for moment, thick eyebrows furrowed in thought and slight disbelief. <br><br>"Am I correct in assuming you have never heard of Tarzan the king of the jungle? The great ape man of the wild? The mightiest of hunters and men? I used to rule the wilds of Africa. The jungles were my home until I met Jane." <br><br>His dark eyes go a little glazed and his voice a bit rougher at the mention of his sometimes strict mate.<br><br>"Jane is my mate. She has helped me understand many things and bring myself up to the level of a sophisticated gentleman. I am not yet as polished as I should be but with her help I am sure it will happen, as long as I remember not to lope about anyways. Oh I apologize, I've forgotten myself again, I'm rambling. Jane says one should never ramble it is impolite. So yes I am a tracker and hunter; as well as a great fighter. As long as I am here I will make sure you and all the tribe," <br><br>John corrects his self almost automatically, looking slightly unsure of himself for a moment as he does so, like a man unsure of how to grasp a foreign object. <br><br>"I mean team...... are safe." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A World of Leagues: American Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>02-05-2010, 20:05:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Abigale wasn't sure what to think. Magic and things like that were fairy tales told to children for entertainment. It was also something laughed at by adults. Again, purely entertainment. She wasn't all that interested in finding out otherwise, but it would seem that choice wasn't up to her. All she had done was break into a house and now she was amongst 'sorcerers', strange men jumping through windows, and a foreign doctor roaming around the Southern states doing lord knows what. It was a lot to put up with for someone that had never had to put up with really anything before. Abby was spoiled as a child, as were most girls of her status, and as an adult the most she'd done was steal a few things. How she managed to be seen as good enough to be put with people like this was beyond her.<br><br>"Ms. Kane," despite all the offers to call the other woman 'Selene', she couldn't make herself do it. She barely knew this woman and it would be rude, "I think I'll feel better in the morning. It's just been a long day," at least for her it was. Things like this were not common place for her, "Thank you for your offer to teach me and I may take you up on that offer, but for now I think it would be best if I just slept and kept to myself till we leave in the morning."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A World of Leagues: American Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>03-05-2010, 19:24:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Fair enough, my offer will stand if you wish to discuss it at another day. I would suggest you at least let me work up a charm to protect you from mesmerism and other small tricks of will." She pulled a small pistol from the folds of her robe and set it by the glass of milk on the bedside table.<br><br>"This is another item I think you might wish to keep close at hand once we leave. Obnoxious though it might be, you'll find this a handy item for a lady in a pinch."
			</dd>
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