A Call for Heroes- Downtown Lafayette
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				Title: <strong>A Call for Heroes- Downtown Lafayette</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alysanthia</strong> on <strong>06-10-2011, 23:53:15</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQ-UAeD-Nl-rAngL13tEYyWY1Ecqg7nKrxKbfcCMhkmUMhIU5HeplH0MD57Ug)</div><br>Downtown Lafayette is the heart and soul of the city. Buildings vary in size and shapes, the people are always on the go. Ranging from restaurants and clubs, downtown has everything anyone could want in a business district. <br><br>At night the city transforms and the music from all the clubs fill the streets, their is a place for all kinds. The college kid looking for a weekend break, the older crowds who simply want to relax, those just looking for a decent drink and good music, and of course the occasional drive through daiquiri shops. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Call for Heroes- Downtown Lafayette</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alysanthia</strong> on <strong>09-10-2011, 22:46:14</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://i1178.photobucket.com/albums/x370/ChaneeDawn/Edith.jpg)</div><br><div style="text-align: left;"><strong>Name:</strong> Edith Geir<br><strong>Scion of:</strong> Freya<br><strong>Location:</strong> O’Bryan’s Nine Irish Brothers (Irish Pub)<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Anyone present<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=38025488)<br><strong>Time of day:</strong> Mid-Afternoon</div><hr><br>Sitting at the bar, she sipped casually on the tall glass containing a dark beer. Edith didn't ask the name, or the price all she knew was that she needed something to drink...<br><br>Last night had been horrible, the building she had tried to sneak into had more security than expected and was nearly caught. Sadly though William had been taken, and Edith knew there would be no chance of rescue or him escaping. <br><br>He was a brilliant fighter and excellent strategist. On the stool next to her, Malik poked his head out of her purse the arctic fox looking at her with sad eyes. He had grown used to the Scion of Zeus and already missed the man's humorous presences "don't worry Malik, we will avenge him." <br><br>Knowing what Edith said the white fox ducked back into the bag, gnawing on the treats she had left in there for him. Her guide was the only permanent thing by her side, and this gave her comfort knowing Malik would always be there for her. <br><br>Sipping again on the beer, she simply stared at her reflection in the mirror behind the bar. At the moment she was angry at herself, angry at everything that was going, angry that she had lost a dear friend; angry that it wasn't her that got caught last night. Sighing Edith dropped her head on the bar, resting it on top of her arms as she simply sat there ignoring everything around her for now. <br><br>Nothing was going right and the longer things took, the more power the Miclantecuhtli Scion attained. Surely she wasn't the only one that knew of his evil, that their was others like her attempting to fight back against him. But this city was busy and packed, Edith couldn't just go around and ask every person if they were a child of a god or goddess from the olden days. <br><br>Hopefully it wouldn't take long until till she could find another person to fight with. Sensing Edith was deep in thought, Malik peeked out again and spied some food on the bar. The Shepard pie she had ordered finally arrived but not as hungry as she originally thought, she asked one of the servers for a extra plate and went about halving the food and placing a decent amount for Malik on the plate. "Eat up, you need your strength just as much as I."
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Call for Heroes- Downtown Lafayette</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Professor Loki Caprion</strong> on <strong>10-10-2011, 00:32:19</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://ro.nevermorecity.net/maxbanner.jpg)</div><br><div style="text-align: left;"><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; Maxwell Garamonde<br><strong>Scion of:</strong>&nbsp; Thoth<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; O'Bryan's Nine Irish Brothers (Irish Pub)<br><strong>Tagged:</strong>&nbsp; Edith Geir<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> A charcoal Seville Row suit, matching vest, gold tie and pocket square.<br><strong>Time of day:</strong>&nbsp; Mid-afternoon</div><hr><br>Maxwell scratched his neck with one hand as he pushed his way into the pub. It was a convenient place for him to think things over; it reminded him a bit of home. He normally would have moved directly to a lonely, small table off in a corner of the establishment, had he not had a flash of images flood his mind. His eyes narrowed at the target of his attentions. It was only a split second, but it was more than enough time for several images to strike him in rapid succession.<br><br><em>White. Slump. Fox. Eyes. </em><br><br>His path diverted immediately, taking up a seat beside Edith without so much as a smile in greeting. "Despite what happened, you're still a Scion; you will find a way to succeed, I'm certain," he intoned, his Scottish heritage accenting his words. <br><br>He simply raised his hand to the barman, who passed along a pint of some dark ale, seeming to ignore the strange look that the other Scion was giving him. After taking a thoughtful draught from his beer, he finally turned toward her, a small, satisfied smile on his lips.<br><br>"It was actually rather obvious," he answered, before she could even ask, "you're lovely; far too lovely for a place like this, yet you're not here to garner attention. Oh, no, quite the contrary, you had a long night. You didn't sleep well. You're tired, yet it was something that happened within the past twenty four hours that has upset you. You're slumping with exhaustion, yet your eyes are still without dark blemish and your hair isn't particularly out of sorts, so you've not gone <em>too</em> long without sleep."<br><br>Only slightly pausing for breath, Maxwell continued. "Also, you keep a pet fox hidden in your bag. Most who notice there's an animal at all likely assume it's a small dog or cat; some strange affectation, yet not the way you show affection to the creature. No, this animal is a gift, likely from your parent."<br><br>He looked down briefly, then back up to her eyes, still rattling on. "You're dressed fashionably, yet not impractically so; you're ready in case of any ambush. Stilettos don't do well in the face of titanspawn, I'm sure, so you've gone with durable boots that could give support to your ankles in a fight or flight situation. In your case, it could be both, as I'm assuming Freya is your mother. Your hair is quite flaxen; unnaturally so, yet it's clearly your natural colouration -- your roots would be showing if there were any dying involved, and clearly your mother has been keeping you busy."<br><br>Maxwell drained the last of his beer, putting the pint glass aside; this pause in his speech coincided with a passing patron, so they wouldn't overhear the conversation.<br><br>"Now, as William, another of our kind, has gone missing and with the other strangeness about, I assume the two of us are very much on the same page and it was inevitable that Fate would have our circles coincide, eventually. I'm Maxwell Garamonde, private investigator. Good afternoon."
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Call for Heroes- Downtown Lafayette</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alysanthia</strong> on <strong>10-10-2011, 01:58:50</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://i1178.photobucket.com/albums/x370/ChaneeDawn/Edith.jpg)</div><br><div style="text-align: left;"><strong>Name:</strong> Edith Geir<br><strong>Scion of:</strong> Freya<br><strong>Location:</strong> O’Bryan’s Nine Irish Brothers (Irish Pub)<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Anyone present<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=38025488)<br><strong>Time of day:</strong> Mid-Afternoon</div><hr><br>Whipping around, Edith narrowed her eyes at the man. Already her hands were itching to feel the familiar cold iron of her guns, or the heaviness of her sword. Who did this man think he was saying such things in public, did he work for Abran? Was he here to spy on her, if so the guy was horrible at it. Yet as he continued talking Edith kept her guard up, so what if they were in a public place; it wouldn't be the first time she fought in a bar. Malik stuck only his nose out, sniffing the air curiously as the man kept up with the observations. <br><br><em>"You're lovely; far too lovely for a place like this, yet you're not here to garner attention. Oh, no, quite the contrary, you had a long night. You didn't sleep well. You're tired, yet it was something that happened within the past twenty four hours that has upset you. You're slumping with exhaustion, yet your eyes are still without dark blemish and your hair isn't particularly out of sorts, so you've not gone too long without sleep."</em><br><br>Was it plain to see that she was tired? Edith was hoping she seemed irritated to keep unwanted attention away to be honest, like him for example. <br><br><em>"Also, you keep a pet fox hidden in your bag. Most who notice there's an animal at all likely assume it's a small dog or cat; some strange affectation, yet not the way you show affection to the creature. No, this animal is a gift, likely from your parent."</em><br><br>Malik stuck his head all the way out, eying the stranger more carefully now. Though he was small the fox could cause some serious damage if need be. <br><br><em>"You're dressed fashionably, yet not impractically so; you're ready in case of any ambush. Stilettos don't do well in the face of titanspawn, I'm sure, so you've gone with durable boots that could give support to your ankles in a fight or flight situation. In your case, it could be both, as I'm assuming Freya is your mother. Your hair is quite flaxen; unnaturally so, yet it's clearly your natural coloration -- your roots would be showing if there were any dying involved, and clearly your mother has been keeping you busy."</em><br><br>When he mentioned her mother, Edith kept her face void of emotion even her eyes showed nothing. This man was something else alright, he was good and almost too good. Lifting her drink to her lips she casually sipped it, not once letting her focus shift on anyone else and never letting her guard down. She knew first hand that nothing was what they seemed or that all people could be trusted right off the bat. <br><br>Clearing her throat Edith leaned back a bit, her hand resting comfortably close to her bag. Hidden away safety was one of her guns in the pouch and with one word Malik would toss the weapon out with ease, under her fluttery tank top, strapped to her sides were her babies. The two guns that she never went without and could easily do some damage to anyone not expecting it. <br><br>"Well then... Garamonde was it? If you can tell so much about me just from a simple look, you must have known a lot about William..." Leaning only a slight fraction towards him, silvery blond hair cascaded around her face. Her accent slightly strong and letting anyone know she wasn't from the States. "And if you knew William like I did then yes, the fates have laid a road for us... Võsu." Speaking the last word in Estonian as a bartender passed by, Edith figured that Maxwell was a scion like her if he could point one out of a semi-crowded bar. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Call for Heroes- Downtown Lafayette</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Professor Loki Caprion</strong> on <strong>10-10-2011, 04:05:20</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://ro.nevermorecity.net/maxbanner.jpg)</div><br><div style="text-align: left;"><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; Maxwell Garamonde<br><strong>Scion of:</strong>&nbsp; Thoth<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; O'Bryan's Nine Irish Brothers (Irish Pub)<br><strong>Tagged:</strong>&nbsp; Edith Geir<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> A charcoal Seville Row suit, matching vest, gold tie and pocket square.<br><strong>Time of day:</strong>&nbsp; Mid-afternoon</div><hr><br>Max noted Edith's change in posture, and his smile continued pleasantly... even though he knew she was repositioning herself in case the needs for weapons arose. He decided it was as good a time as any to apply some of his ability and have her give him the <em>Benefit of the Doubt</em>. He'd nothing to hide, of course, but the last thing he needed was for a jumpy Scion to put bullets into him. He rather liked his suit.<br><br>"I assure you, miss; I very much shared William's... view of things. His loss is a great blow to both of us, I'm sure."<br><br>Resting his cane against the bar, Maxwell looked nothing short of relaxed, as well. Naturally, he would be more than happy to produce his own weaponry, if needed. "And you needn't worry about the wrong ears overhearing us, at the moment. I made quite sure, before speaking, that others attentions were being directed elsewhere. Though I <strong>do</strong> believe, if we were to further discuss matters at hand, we may need to move away from the more crowded areas."
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Call for Heroes- Downtown Lafayette</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alysanthia</strong> on <strong>11-10-2011, 22:47:48</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://i1178.photobucket.com/albums/x370/ChaneeDawn/Edith.jpg)</div><br><div style="text-align: left;"><strong>Name:</strong> Edith Geir<br><strong>Scion of:</strong> Freya<br><strong>Location:</strong> O’Bryan’s Nine Irish Brothers (Irish Pub)<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Maxwell Garamonde<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=38025488)<br><strong>Time of day:</strong> Mid-Afternoon</div><hr><br>Giving the man a slight nod of her head, Edith then slid her empty glass to a bartender the man giving a nod and went about refilling the pint. Watching Maxwell carefully, she then observed the cane. It was finely crafted and seemed relatively thin that little bit of info had Edith glancing back at Maxwell as he casually reclined against the bar, he was putting weight on his apparently leg and he wasn't the only one with a keen observation. <br><br>"First off... What kind of steel and who made it? It is obviously well made and you take very good care of it, but I wonder how many you have fooled with it? How many simply thought that it wasn't a cane?" <br><br>Tilting her head, she was sure that the man was surprised, Edith's father before passing taught her how to recognize a weapon and she used that to her advantage whenever the moment was needed. "Just know this Garamonde, I don't trust easily and if I suspect the littlest thing well... Lets just say it won't end pretty. Now then where would you like to talk?" It was a risk but she was running out of resources and allies, there were very few people she trusted and even then she hardly called them for help.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Call for Heroes- Downtown Lafayette</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Hitura Caprion</strong> on <strong>15-10-2011, 19:17:59</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: left;"><strong>Name:</strong> Ember Mconnolin<br><strong>Scion of:</strong> Apollo<br><strong>Location:</strong> O’Bryan’s Nine Irish Brothers (Irish Pub)<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Anyone<br><strong>Time of day:</strong> Mid-Afternoon</div><hr><br>It had been a long long deployment. Finally Ember's battalion was on leave and they could enjoy life at home for a while. Of course a few of them had the right idea. Meet at O'Bryan's pub and get plastered. But when the straw drawing came around, ember drew the short one. She hated being the designated driver of these guys. So as usual she arrived early enough to get a feel for the pub. If she knew the place better than the drunk soldiers later tonight then it would be easier to find them or direct them out.<br><br>She sat at the bar playing a little game with pretzel sticks, making shapes and card houses. She was buying herself drinks of course. Not the alcoholic kind given she had to drive, but still enough to keep the barkeeper happy about her sitting there. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Call for Heroes- Downtown Lafayette</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Alysanthia</strong> on <strong>21-10-2011, 01:14:51</strong>
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				Name: Random Waiter (Mercury) <br>Location: O'Bryan's Nine Irish Brothers (Irish Pub) <br>Tagged: Ember Mconnolin<br>Time of Day: Mid-Afternoon<br><hr><br>Approaching Ember, the waiter brought her a coke and a small note. Placing both items before the child of Apollo, Mercury smiled and tapped the counter <div class="floatright">(http://content8.flixster.com/question/21/22/68/2122686_std.jpg)</div>lightly "on the house by the way so don't worry about paying Ms. Mconnolin." Grinning like a Cheshire cat he then looked over at Edith and Maxwell, knowing that the scions needed to band together to face the trouble that would soon be coming "and by the way... Your father sends his regards, keep up the great work" and like that Mercury walked away. <br><br>Exiting the pub then simply vanished as a gust of wind suddenly blew the door open. Most of the bar patrons let out cries of surprise but those of a special birth would feel the power mixed within the now gentle breeze. During the sudden wind gust the note next to Ember's drink opened and the letters written in bold print. <br><br><div align="center"><strong>You are not alone, others like you are present... <br>Look for the child of Freya and child of Thoth you will know them at first glance.<br>Both are here and in need of your help.<br><br>A.</strong></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Call for Heroes- Downtown Lafayette</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Hitura Caprion</strong> on <strong>02-11-2011, 21:55:53</strong>
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				<strong>Name</strong>: Ember Mconnolin<br><strong>Scion of</strong>: Apollo<br><strong>Location:</strong> O’Bryan’s Nine Irish Brothers (Irish Pub)<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Anyone<br><strong>Time of day</strong>: Mid-Afternoon<br><hr><br>Ember looked up at the waiter with a curious look, though the suspicion of such a gesture could be seen in her eyes. "Thanks..." She didn't trust this kid, especially with that grin. "And how do you know my father?" Now she definitely wasn't going to drink it. It was probably drugged or poisoned somehow, but then again a combat zone will put that suspicion in ya. She didn't even trust children anymore.<br><br>The sudden breeze drew Ember's attention to the door. The breeze felt odd to her, but she passed it off to paranoia and glanced down at the note. Child of Freya and Thoth? What was this, some kind of joke? She crumpled the note up and slipped it into her pocket. Such a strange day.
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