IC: Wolves Glen Pub
Kylinn
Despondent, he pulls a small rubber ball from his pocket and
begins bouncing it against the floor and wall.
Ka...thump - smack!
Ka...thump - smack!
Ka...thump - smack!
Ka...thump - smack!
Ka...thump - smack!
Ka...thump - smack!
Ka...thump - smack!
-Toby, otter pooka
Wildwind
Wildwind takes a break from pondering L-space.
"HILTS!!!....COOLER!!"
> -Toby, otter pooka
-Commandant Von Wildwind
I wonder if they have lots of movies in L-space as well?.
Laurence
Kylinn <kyl...@aol.comgoaway> wrote:
> Ka...thump - smack!
> Ka...thump - smack!
> Ka...thump - smack!
The door opens whilst the ball is in mid flight and the person
entering rapidly, stops in his tracks and rolls to a point
behind the nearest table.
Only when he's sure he wasn't the target does he reappear.
He's nearly 7 feet tall, wearing a business suit that looks like
it has to be sewn onto him. Blond haired, blue eyed and pointed
ears, with the same indefinable sense of physical beauty most
would associate with the Sidhe.
Second impressions however would make you think again. There's a
singe mark on the sleeve of the jacket that no Sidhe would
tolerate, some of the hairs on his head have had the temerity to
slip from their assigned positions during his dive for cover,
and he doesn't seem to be sending out that aura of command that
the Sidhe do.
The resemblance to a Sidhe is further damaged when he reaches
back down behind the table and brings out a very battered and
overstuffed small backpack.
The newcomer looks around, and sees someone he was apparently
expecting.
"Thumper! At last!! You know I've been lookin' for this place
for hours? And why didn't you warn me about the Storm Petrels
nesting in the tree outside you great lummox. I nearly got a
perm I wasn't expecting."
He brushes at the mark on his sleeve. His words are rough and
insulting, but the tone of voice is light and friendly.
He turns slightly and sees Toby. He rubs his eyes, decides that
what he is seeing is real, and moves forward.
"And you are Toby. It's an honour to met you."
He extends his right hand.
The New Arrival.
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... When I'm not in my right mind, my left mind gets pretty crowded.
__ __ __ __ __ ___
|__||__)/ __/ \|\ ||_ | And isn't your life extremely flat
| || \\__/\__/| \||__ | with nothing whatever to grumble at.
...Running the RISC... lbATargonetDOTcoDOTuk
Kylinn
> kyl...@aol.comgoaway (Kylinn) wrote
>> Toby looks around the nearly-empty Pub and sighs.
>>
>> Despondent, he pulls a small rubber ball from his pocket and
>> begins bouncing it against the floor and wall.
>>
>> Ka...thump - smack!
>>
>> Ka...thump - smack!
>>
>> Ka...thump - smack!
>>
>> Ka...thump - smack!
>>
>> Ka...thump - smack!
>>
>> Ka...thump - smack!
>>
>> Ka...thump - smack!
>
> Wildwind takes a break from pondering L-space.
>
> "HILTS!!!....COOLER!!"
Toby arranges the next bounce to head for Wildwind.
>> -Toby, otter pooka
>
> -Commandant Von Wildwind
> I wonder if they have lots of movies in L-space as well?.
-Toby, otter pooka
Movies are stories too.
Kylinn
> Kylinn <kyl...@aol.comgoaway> wrote:
>> Ka...thump - smack!
>
>> Ka...thump - smack!
>
>> Ka...thump - smack!
>
> The door opens whilst the ball is in mid flight and the person
> entering rapidly, stops in his tracks and rolls to a point
> behind the nearest table.
Toby catches the ball and freezes, looking for the danger.
When he realizes what just happened, he giggles and bounces
the ball once more.
Ka...thump - smack!
> Only when he's sure he wasn't the target does he reappear.
Toby eyes the newcomer warily.
> He's nearly 7 feet tall, wearing a business suit that looks like
> it has to be sewn onto him. Blond haired, blue eyed and pointed
> ears, with the same indefinable sense of physical beauty most
> would associate with the Sidhe.
*sour look*
> Second impressions however would make you think again. There's a
> singe mark on the sleeve of the jacket that no Sidhe would
> tolerate, some of the hairs on his head have had the temerity to
> slip from their assigned positions during his dive for cover,
(Actually, it's entirely possible that a sidhe be dirty and
disheveled -- it's just that he'd look _good_ in it.)
> and he doesn't seem to be sending out that aura of command that
> the Sidhe do.
*blink*
*tilt head*
> The newcomer looks around, and sees someone he was apparently
> expecting.
>
> "Thumper! At last!! You know I've been lookin' for this place
> for hours? And why didn't you warn me about the Storm Petrels
> nesting in the tree outside you great lummox. I nearly got a
> perm I wasn't expecting."
"We got _trees?" Toby bounces. "I wanna see!"
> He brushes at the mark on his sleeve. His words are rough and
> insulting, but the tone of voice is light and friendly.
>
> He turns slightly and sees Toby. He rubs his eyes, decides that
> what he is seeing is real,
Toby laughs and spins around, showing off his tail.
> and moves forward.
>
> "And you are Toby. It's an honour to met you."
"Of course, of course. My ever-adoring public," Toby waves
expansively.
> He extends his right hand.
Toby shakes hands enthusiastically. "So pleased to meet you!"
> The New Arrival.
-Toby, otter pooka
Laurence
Kylinn <kyl...@noone.parlorcity.net> wrote:
> Laurence <l...@argonet.co.uk> wrote:
> > Second impressions however would make you think again.
> > There's a singe mark on the sleeve of the jacket that no
> > Sidhe would tolerate, some of the hairs on his head have had
> > the temerity to slip from their assigned positions during
> > his dive for cover,
> (Actually, it's entirely possible that a sidhe be dirty and
> disheveled -- it's just that he'd look _good_ in it.)
True, but this scorch mark and the displaced hair just
look normal.
> > and he doesn't seem to be sending out that aura of command
> > that the Sidhe do.
> *blink*
> *tilt head*
> > The newcomer looks around, and sees someone he was
> > apparently expecting.
> > "Thumper! At last!! You know I've been lookin' for this
> > place for hours? And why didn't you warn me about the Storm
> > Petrels nesting in the tree outside you great lummox. I
> > nearly got a perm I wasn't expecting."
Thumper turns to face the newcomer.
T. "The' wsn' nothin' in tha' nest when A go' here. Sorry
yo' go' yo'r suit cooked. Did yo' use tha' gizmo yo' lent
t' me las' month?
E. "Yes. It worked just as well as it did for you. I'll
put it out that I've got a something to help against
Storm Petrels and Eye Killers via the Y.E.T. site
> "We got _trees?" Toby bounces. "I wanna see!"
The Elf looks Toby over.
"You'd better be very careful, those birds can generate
enough juice to flashfry a small dog without even trying.
And they are going to be extremely upset for a while."
He chuckles.
"Hitting someone with an ultrasonic tuned to the resonant
frequency of their eyeballs does tend to upset them.
Doesn't do them any serious damage either unless you keep
doing it to them."
> > He turns slightly and sees Toby. He rubs his eyes, decides
> > that what he is seeing is real,
> Toby laughs and spins around, showing off his tail.
The elf will grin broadly.
> > and moves forward.
> > "And you are Toby. It's an honour to met you."
> "Of course, of course. My ever-adoring public," Toby waves
> expansively.
> > He extends his right hand.
> Toby shakes hands enthusiastically. "So pleased to meet you!"
"Call me Jack. I could tell you my name in old Elven...
but then I'd have to kill you."
He winks.
"Rules you know."
> -Toby, otter pooka
Jack. Fully paid up member of the Y.E.T.
<OOC PS. I'm going to have to have a few words with my tagline selector.>
--
... Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic.
Kylinn
> Kylinn <kyl...@noone.parlorcity.net> wrote:
>> Laurence <l...@argonet.co.uk> wrote:
>> > The newcomer looks around, and sees someone he was
>> > apparently expecting.
>
>> > "Thumper! At last!! You know I've been lookin' for this
>> > place for hours? And why didn't you warn me about the Storm
>> > Petrels nesting in the tree outside you great lummox. I
>> > nearly got a perm I wasn't expecting."
>
>Thumper turns to face the newcomer.
>
>T. "The' wsn' nothin' in tha' nest when A go' here. Sorry
>yo' go' yo'r suit cooked. Did yo' use tha' gizmo yo' lent
>t' me las' month?
>
>E. "Yes. It worked just as well as it did for you. I'll
>put it out that I've got a something to help against
>Storm Petrels and Eye Killers via the Y.E.T. site
"What're those?" Toby butts in.
>> "We got _trees?" Toby bounces. "I wanna see!"
>
>The Elf looks Toby over.
>
>"You'd better be very careful, those birds can generate
>enough juice to flashfry a small dog without even trying.
>And they are going to be extremely upset for a while."
"Oh." Toby thinks this over. "Then when you leave you most
certainly must go through _my door instead."
He strolls over to the door and flings it open. It's just past
dusk and the scent of the sea and crash of breakers waft into
the room on the cool evening air. Couples and larger groups
stroll the boardwalk across the street, and somewhere not far
away a live band is playing swing music.
Toby casually closes the door again.
>He chuckles.
>
>"Hitting someone with an ultrasonic tuned to the resonant
>frequency of their eyeballs does tend to upset them.
>Doesn't do them any serious damage either unless you keep
>doing it to them."
"What happens then?" Toby leans forward to catch all the
gruesome details.
>> > He turns slightly and sees Toby. He rubs his eyes, decides
>> > that what he is seeing is real,
>
>> Toby laughs and spins around, showing off his tail.
>
>The elf will grin broadly.
Toby grins and wiggles his butt. "The finest tail anywhere, ever!"
>> > He extends his right hand.
>
>> Toby shakes hands enthusiastically. "So pleased to meet you!"
>
>"Call me Jack. I could tell you my name in old Elven...
>but then I'd have to kill you."
>
>He winks.
>
>"Rules you know."
"I could tell you my name in the tongue of my people," Toby
confides, "But you couldn't hear it properly or pronounce it
at all." The boy nods earnestly.
"So I guess you'll just have to call me Toby; even though no one
else does except Thumper and maybe a couple of others."
>> -Toby, otter pooka
>
>Jack. Fully paid up member of the Y.E.T.
-Toby, otter pooka
What's that?
><OOC PS. I'm going to have to have a few words with my tagline selector.>
>--
>... Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic.
[ooc: To congratulate it for doing a good job?]
Laurence
Kylinn <kyl...@aol.comgoaway> wrote:
> Laurence <l...@argonet.co.uk> writes:
> >" I'll put it out that I've got a something to help against
> >Storm Petrels and Eye Killers via the Y.E.T. site
> "What're those?" Toby butts in.
"They're the Awakened versions of two species of birds.
The petrel is fairly obvious, a long distance soarer
which previously only lived in coastal areas, but the
Awakened version has moved inland. The Eye Killer is
an owl. They can both create lightning bolts via some
form of innate magick. The petrels form theirs from a
patch on their chests, the Eye Killers, well you can
probably guess.
The real fun is that visually they are almost identical
to the non-Awakened versions. I was lucky and spotted
the Petrels here out of the corner of my eye as I
approached the door. I managed to get the generator out
of the pack just as one of them zeroed on me. They can
be very protective of their nest area."
> >> "We got _trees?" Toby bounces. "I wanna see!"
> >The Elf looks Toby over.
> >"You'd better be very careful, those birds can generate
> >enough juice to flashfry a small dog without even trying.
> >And they are going to be extremely upset for a while."
> "Oh." Toby thinks this over. "Then when you leave you most
> certainly must go through _my door instead."
> He strolls over to the door and flings it open. It's just past
> dusk and the scent of the sea and crash of breakers waft into
> the room on the cool evening air. Couples and larger groups
> stroll the boardwalk across the street, and somewhere not far
> away a live band is playing swing music.
> Toby casually closes the door again.
"That looks like a good place to live."
> >He chuckles.
> >"Hitting someone with an ultrasonic tuned to the resonant
> >frequency of their eyeballs does tend to upset them.
> >Doesn't do them any serious damage either unless you keep
> >doing it to them."
> "What happens then?" Toby leans forward to catch all the
> gruesome details.
"You can get seperation of the retina, blinding you. It's
not so bad for us homids, medical repairs are very good
and pretty cheap these days, but for a wild animal, it's
virtually a death sentence. Something I wouldn't allow."
it's clear that Jack is very serious about this.
> >> > He turns slightly and sees Toby. He rubs his eyes, decides
> >> > that what he is seeing is real,
> >> Toby laughs and spins around, showing off his tail.
> >The elf will grin broadly.
> Toby grins and wiggles his butt. "The finest tail anywhere,
> ever!"
"Strong and flexible too. It's a beauty!"
> >> > He extends his right hand.
> >> Toby shakes hands enthusiastically. "So pleased to meet
> >> you!"
> >"Call me Jack. I could tell you my name in old Elven...
> >but then I'd have to kill you."
> >He winks.
> >"Rules you know."
> "I could tell you my name in the tongue of my people," Toby
> confides, "But you couldn't hear it properly or pronounce it
> at all." The boy nods earnestly.
"Those few non-elves that we have allowed to learn
something of the old tongue have similar problems. They
can understand the written form fairly well, but when
it comes to the aural version they have... problems."
> "So I guess you'll just have to call me Toby; even though no
> one else does except Thumper and maybe a couple of others."
"Toby it is then."
> >Jack. Fully paid up member of the Y.E.T.
> -Toby, otter pooka
> What's that?
Jack.
The Young Elven Technologists. We believe in using
technology to help preserve and improve the world.
> ><OOC PS. I'm going to have to have a few words with my
> >tagline selector.>
> > --
> > ... Any sufficiently advanced technology is
> > indistinguishable from magic.
> [ooc: To congratulate it for doing a good job?]
<OOC: To stop it dropping clues. :) And looking down I
see it's now being cheeky. >
--
... If you know, you're a genius. If you answer, you're awesome.
Wildwind
> >
> > Wildwind takes a break from pondering L-space.
> >
> > "HILTS!!!....COOLER!!"
>
> Toby arranges the next bounce to head for Wildwind.
She makes to catch the ball, but, her attention is drawn to the elf
rolling around the room and the ball hits her...
"STTEEE-RRRIKE!!. Not fair, I don't have my Slugger with me." She eyes
up a table leg which at _this point is still attached and wiggles her
eyebrows.
> > -Commandant Von Wildwind
> > I wonder if they have lots of movies in L-space as well?.
>
> -Toby, otter pooka
> Movies are stories too.
-Wildwind
Ah! L-space = Heaven.
Kylinn
>Kylinn <kyl...@noone.parlorcity.net> wrote
>> Toby arranges the next bounce to head for Wildwind.
>
>She makes to catch the ball, but, her attention is drawn to the elf
>rolling around the room and the ball hits her...
>
>"STTEEE-RRRIKE!!. Not fair, I don't have my Slugger with me." She eyes
>up a table leg which at _this point is still attached and wiggles her
>eyebrows.
Toby holds up his hands. "Pitch it in there, c'mon baby, give it
to me, right up the alley..."
-Toby, otter pooka
What season is it? It's Baseball Season!
Kylinn
> Kylinn <kyl...@aol.comgoaway> wrote:
>> Laurence <l...@argonet.co.uk> writes:
>> >" I'll put it out that I've got a something to help against
>> >Storm Petrels and Eye Killers via the Y.E.T. site
>
>> "What're those?" Toby butts in.
>
>"They're the Awakened versions of two species of birds.
>The petrel is fairly obvious, a long distance soarer
>which previously only lived in coastal areas, but the
>Awakened version has moved inland. The Eye Killer is
>an owl. They can both create lightning bolts via some
>form of innate magick. The petrels form theirs from a
>patch on their chests, the Eye Killers, well you can
>probably guess.
>
>The real fun is that visually they are almost identical
>to the non-Awakened versions. I was lucky and spotted
>the Petrels here out of the corner of my eye as I
>approached the door. I managed to get the generator out
>of the pack just as one of them zeroed on me. They can
>be very protective of their nest area."
"Can they be tamed?"
>> >"You'd better be very careful, those birds can generate
>> >enough juice to flashfry a small dog without even trying.
>> >And they are going to be extremely upset for a while."
>
>> "Oh." Toby thinks this over. "Then when you leave you most
>> certainly must go through _my door instead."
>
>> He strolls over to the door and flings it open. It's just past
>> dusk and the scent of the sea and crash of breakers waft into
>> the room on the cool evening air. Couples and larger groups
>> stroll the boardwalk across the street, and somewhere not far
>> away a live band is playing swing music.
>
>> Toby casually closes the door again.
>
>"That looks like a good place to live."
"Yeah, but you wouldn't want to visit there."
>> >He chuckles.
>
>> >"Hitting someone with an ultrasonic tuned to the resonant
>> >frequency of their eyeballs does tend to upset them.
>> >Doesn't do them any serious damage either unless you keep
>> >doing it to them."
>
>> "What happens then?" Toby leans forward to catch all the
>> gruesome details.
>
>"You can get seperation of the retina, blinding you. It's
>not so bad for us homids, medical repairs are very good
>and pretty cheap these days, but for a wild animal, it's
>virtually a death sentence. Something I wouldn't allow."
>
>It's clear that Jack is very serious about this.
"Of course not!" Toby looks shocked.
>> >> > He turns slightly and sees Toby. He rubs his eyes, decides
>> >> > that what he is seeing is real,
>
>> >> Toby laughs and spins around, showing off his tail.
>
>> >The elf will grin broadly.
>
>> Toby grins and wiggles his butt. "The finest tail anywhere,
>> ever!"
>
>"Strong and flexible too. It's a beauty!"
Toby bows with a flourish. "You are too kind."
>> >"Call me Jack. I could tell you my name in old Elven...
>> >but then I'd have to kill you."
>
>> >He winks.
>
>> >"Rules you know."
>
>> "I could tell you my name in the tongue of my people," Toby
>> confides, "But you couldn't hear it properly or pronounce it
>> at all." The boy nods earnestly.
>
>"Those few non-elves that we have allowed to learn
>something of the old tongue have similar problems. They
>can understand the written form fairly well, but when
>it comes to the aural version they have... problems."
"Can't tell one sound from another?" Toby guesses. "Yeah, it's
something like that with us too."
>> >Jack. Fully paid up member of the Y.E.T.
>
>> -Toby, otter pooka
>> What's that?
>
>Jack.
>The Young Elven Technologists. We believe in using
>technology to help preserve and improve the world.
-Toby, otter pooka
What's your definition of 'improve'?
Laurence
> >"They're the Awakened versions of two species of birds.
> >The petrel is fairly obvious, a long distance soarer
> >which previously only lived in coastal areas, but the
> >Awakened version has moved inland. The Eye Killer is
> >an owl. They can both create lightning bolts via some
> >form of innate magick. The petrels form theirs from a
> >patch on their chests, the Eye Killers, well you can
> >probably guess.
> >The real fun is that visually they are almost identical
> >to the non-Awakened versions. I was lucky and spotted
> >the Petrels here out of the corner of my eye as I
> >approached the door. I managed to get the generator out
> >of the pack just as one of them zeroed on me. They can
> >be very protective of their nest area."
> "Can they be tamed?"
"Well, there are people trying, there are always corps
that want something new in security for example. But no
one's admitting to having any luck getting them to tell
people who should be there from people who shouldn't.
And since they're very erratic, like most Metaspecies,
all the places doing research into them tend to be
located on the ground floor, so that the researchers
don't hurt themselves diving out the windows when one
of their new pets acts up."
<Snip>
> >"That looks like a good place to live."
> "Yeah, but you wouldn't want to visit there."
"I'll bear that in mind."
> >> >"Hitting someone with an ultrasonic tuned to the resonant
> >> >frequency of their eyeballs does tend to upset them.
> >> >Doesn't do them any serious damage either unless you keep
> >> >doing it to them."
> >> "What happens then?" Toby leans forward to catch all the
> >> gruesome details.
> >"You can get seperation of the retina, blinding you. It's
> >not so bad for us homids, medical repairs are very good
> >and pretty cheap these days, but for a wild animal, it's
> >virtually a death sentence. Something I wouldn't allow."
> >It's clear that Jack is very serious about this.
> "Of course not!" Toby looks shocked.
"I'm pleased that you agree."
<Snip>
> >> Toby grins and wiggles his butt. "The finest tail anywhere,
> >> ever!"
> >"Strong and flexible too. It's a beauty!"
> Toby bows with a flourish. "You are too kind."
"Just an honest Elven appreciation of beauty."
<Snip>
> >"Those few non-elves that we have allowed to learn
> >something of the old tongue have similar problems. They
> >can understand the written form fairly well, but when
> >it comes to the aural version they have... problems."
> "Can't tell one sound from another?" Toby guesses. "Yeah, it's
> something like that with us too."
"It's all the overtones we use. Using different
harmonics, one monosyllabic word can have up to
half a dozen meanings."
> >> >Jack. Fully paid up member of the Y.E.T.
> >> -Toby, otter pooka
> >> What's that?
> >Jack.
> >The Young Elven Technologists. We believe in using
> >technology to help preserve and improve the world.
> -Toby, otter pooka
> What's your definition of 'improve'?
Jack.
Well, restoring those areas destroyed by corporate
greed comes at the top of the list. The problem is,
there's so many of them, and some of them are
enormous.
--
... My other neighbour is quiet.
Martin Gleason
What the hell is wrong with you people!"
Paddy begins to clean the buffet off...and lest the magic do the rest.
Paddy
hi. again.
--
Americans, while occasionally willing to be serfs, have always been
obstinate about being peasantry.
--F.Scott.Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby
Laurence
<officergleason-E8B...@netnews.attbi.com>,
Martin Gleason <officer...@nospam.attbi.com> wrote:
> "You lay out a seafood buffet, an' people seem to just bloody
> disappear! What the hell is wrong with you people!"
The new Elf looks over from his other conversation.
"Sorry. I assume you're the owner of this establishment.
I would partake, but I'm a vegetarian, like most of my race.
My names Jack by the way, I'm a friend of Thumper here."
Jack.
> Paddy begins to clean the buffet off...and lest the magic do
> the rest.
> Paddy
> hi. again.
Welcome back.
--
... It is ever so with the things that Microsoft begins: there is a frost in Spring or a blight in Summer and it fails of its promise."
Ridge Runner
"Martin Gleason" <officer...@nospam.attbi.com> wrote in message
news:officergleason-E8B...@netnews.attbi.com...
Not sure what this is in reference to...as I just joined...
But I will say hello back....
and gee.... I would be one to disappear, I'm not a seafood lover.....
Wildwind
>
> Toby holds up his hands. "Pitch it in there, c'mon baby, give it
> to me, right up the alley..."
Wildwind scoops up the ball, has a look at first and third base chews
imaginary gum with her mouth open and decides a heater is in order.
The jukebox on the other hand decides some Meatloaf* is in order.
'OK, here we go, we got a real pressure cooker going here, Two down,
nobody on, no score, bottom of the ninth, There's the windup, and
there it is, a line shot up the middle, Look at him go. This boy can
really fly! He's rounding first and really turning it on now, he's not
letting up at all, he's gonna try for second; the ball is bobbled out
in center, and here comes the throw, and what a throw! He's gonna
slide in head first, here he comes, he's out! No, wait, safe-safe at
second base, this kid really makes things happen out there. Batter
steps up to the plate, here's the pitch-he's going, and what a jump
he's got, he's trying for third, here's the throw, it's in the
dirt-safe at third! Holy cow, stolen base! He's taking a pretty big
lead out there, almost daring him to try and pick him off. The pitcher
glances over, winds up, and it's bunted, bunted down the third base
line, the suicide squeeze is on! Here he comes, squeeze play, it's
gonna be close, holy cow, I think he's gonna make it!.'
Wildwind launches a very accurate fastball...
> -Toby, otter pooka
> What season is it? It's Baseball Season!
-Wildwind
When can we kick dirt at each other?.
*Paradise by the Dashboard Light.
Kylinn
>"You lay out a seafood buffet, an' people seem to just bloody disappear!
>What the hell is wrong with you people!"
"I dunno," Toby says. He, at least, quite enjoyed the buffet. "Maybe
you should've had more shrimp?"
>Paddy begins to clean the buffet off...and lest the magic do the rest.
Toby hurriedly grabs another plate and fills it up, just ahead of
Paddy.
Just in case.
>Paddy
>hi. again.
-Toby, otter pooka
Look - it's everyone's favorite pissy Ahroun!
Kylinn
Toby actually gets his hands up quickly enough to catch it.
And immediately drops the ball again with a yelp. Catching
a fastball barehanded at close range _hurts!
"OW!" He looks at Wildwind reproachfully.
>> -Toby, otter pooka
>> What season is it? It's Baseball Season!
>
>-Wildwind
>When can we kick dirt at each other?
-Toby, otter pooka
I'll kick dirt at you, you kick dirt at Paddy...
Kylinn
>"Martin Gleason" <officer...@nospam.attbi.com> wrote in message
>news:officergleason-E8B...@netnews.attbi.com...
>> "You lay out a seafood buffet, an' people seem to just bloody disappear!
>> What the hell is wrong with you people!"
>>
>> Paddy begins to clean the buffet off...and lest the magic do the rest.
>>
>> Paddy
>> hi. again.
>Not sure what this is in reference to...as I just joined...
>
>But I will say hello back....
Well, hello! This newsgroup is devoted to IC (In-Character)
and OOC (Out-Of-Character) discussion relating to the Storyteller
system of roleplaying, I.e., White Wolf's "World of Darkness".
(Actually, these days this group is mostly IC roleplaying and
the OOC talk is more over on alt.games.whitewolf.)
If you don't have any White Wolf books but you'd like to play
here anyway, you have a few choices including playing a normal
person, using the Vampire or Changeling Quick Start on the White
Wolf website (http://www.white-wolf.com), or using a different
system (or none) and not worrying about specifics until/unless
you have to figure something for combat or some such. (Which
doesn't happen all that often.)
You can also browse some webpages on your chosen character
type (Yay, Google!) and fudge it, or email someone you've
seen playing a character type you want to play or interact
with and ask advice if something comes up you don't have
the rules for, (e.g., how Fae miens work).
A few things to remember:
* 'IC' means 'In Character'. All these posts where the
Subject line starts 'IC:' are assumed to be written 'In
Character'. That means you describe your character's
actions and write their words. If you put something in
quote marks, it's your character speaking. Descriptions
of your character's appearance and actions are defined
as being IC, even though it's you telling it.
* 'OOC' mean 'Out of character'. These are things said
from author to author. The characters can't see them or
respond to them.
* For a fuller (though slightly old) description of OOC vs.
IC, how to play IC, and information about the Wolves Glen
Pub (only currently running thread/place here) see Justine's
WGP page and IC FAQ at:
http://www.pepin.demon.co.uk/wolves/index.htm
http://www.pepin.demon.co.uk/wolves/faq.htm
There are also some short descriptions of current and
previous characters at http://www.parlorcity.net/wgp/ as
well as some small updates to the Pub description on the
aforementioned pages.
* Just to be confusing, sig comments are usually taken to be
semi-IC comments. They're sort of like thought-bubbles in
comics; the other characters can't actually see them, and
no character can know anything about other characters that
appeared in a sig comment unless they had some other way of
learning it in regular character to character interaction
also. So you may respond to a post-sig comment with your own
sig comment, but you shouldn't have your character respond
to them verbally or otherwise.
* Sometimes one character will use special senses or just
take a really close look at another character. In that case,
the author of the character being examined needs to tell
what that character discovers. You can do that either by
emailing the author of the character doing the looking/
smelling/aura scan/etc., or by writing it openly in a
follow-up post if you don't mind everyone knowing or it's
something that would be fairly obvious to most folks anyway.
It is perfectly acceptable in cases where the average person
wouldn't be able to tell something, or where your character
is using an ability such as Obfuscate which confuses such
queries, to ask the author of the sensing character to tell
you just what abilities they're using and/or to make a dice
roll to see what they can learn.
* Speaking of which, dice rolls (if they even come up) are
done on the honor system. As is everything else, really.
* There is no Storyteller or Gamemaster who will ask to
see your character sheet, and no set plot to follow. If
your character has a well thought out interesting
background and personality and can interact socially with
a range of different types, they're likely to be a lot more
fun to play on the group than a character optimized for a
particular niche and nothing to talk about.
* If you haven't been lurking for a while, it can be
helpful to read back for a couple of months or so to get
the flavor of the group, character descriptions, etc.
At the moment, the group is rather quiet, so don't be
discouraged if you post and no one answers for a few days.
Some of us only post once a week or so, as we can find the
time.
* The main thing to remember is: Thou Shalt Not Do Anything
To Another's Character Without Their Author's Permission.
The author may want to character to refuse a handshake, or
dodge your waterballoon or it may have defenses against your
Auspex, etc. There's also some discussion of this in a thread
I re-posted at:
http://www.parlorcity.net/wgp/humor/ic-rules.html
* Please don't be put off by this long post. It's not really
_that complicated. Just write up your character's entrance,
be sure to describe what we'd all see, and take it from there.
Welcome!
-Kylinn
Kylinn
> Kylinn <kyl...@aol.comgoaway> wrote:
>> Laurence <l...@argonet.co.uk> writes:
>> >The Eye Killer is an owl. They can both create lightning
>> >bolts via some form of innate magick. The petrels form
>> >theirs from a patch on their chests, the Eye Killers, well
>> >you can probably guess.
<snip>
>> "Can they be tamed?"
>
>"Well, there are people trying, there are always corps
>that want something new in security for example. But no
>one's admitting to having any luck getting them to tell
>people who should be there from people who shouldn't.
>
>And since they're very erratic, like most Metaspecies,
>all the places doing research into them tend to be
>located on the ground floor, so that the researchers
>don't hurt themselves diving out the windows when one
>of their new pets acts up."
Toby chortles.
>> >"That looks like a good place to live."
>
>> "Yeah, but you wouldn't want to visit there."
>
>"I'll bear that in mind."
Toby nods earnestly. "Good, good. You wouldn't want to make
a mistake like that."
>> >"You can get seperation of the retina, blinding you. It's
>> >not so bad for us homids, medical repairs are very good
>> >and pretty cheap these days, but for a wild animal, it's
>> >virtually a death sentence. Something I wouldn't allow."
>
>> >It's clear that Jack is very serious about this.
>
>> "Of course not!" Toby looks shocked.
>
>"I'm pleased that you agree."
"You mean some people wouldn't?!"
>> >> Toby grins and wiggles his butt. "The finest tail anywhere,
>> >> ever!"
>
>> >"Strong and flexible too. It's a beauty!"
>
>> Toby bows with a flourish. "You are too kind."
>
>"Just an honest Elven appreciation of beauty."
Toby giggles and swings his hips. "You are too kind, sir,
too kind."
>> >"Those few non-elves that we have allowed to learn
>> >something of the old tongue have similar problems. They
>> >can understand the written form fairly well, but when
>> >it comes to the aural version they have... problems."
>
>> "Can't tell one sound from another?" Toby guesses. "Yeah, it's
>> something like that with us too."
>
>"It's all the overtones we use. Using different
>harmonics, one monosyllabic word can have up to
>half a dozen meanings."
"Yeah, that's just like our language." Toby looks pleased to
have found such a correspondence.
"So, you're from Thumper's world, then? Are your people like
Thumper's - you started human - or are you of the oldtime,
like us?"
-Toby, otter pooka
Kylinn
>Wildwind scoops up the ball, has a look at first and third base chews
>imaginary gum with her mouth open and decides a heater is in order.
>
>The jukebox on the other hand decides some Meatloaf* is in order.
>
>'OK, here we go, we got a real pressure cooker going here, Two down,
>nobody on, no score, bottom of the ninth, There's the windup, and
>there it is, a line shot up the middle, Look at him go. This boy can
>really fly!
<snip>
Perhaps all that baseball chatter is actually a summoning spell.
Or perhaps the Pub door is displaying its sense of humor again.
However it is, Jay steps through the door, wearing (what else?) a
Brooklyn Dodgers baseball cap. White sneakers on his feet, neatly
pressed khaki pants, and a green polo shirt complete his ensemble.
He has a gym bag slung over one shoulder and... is that an earring
in his left ear? Why, yes, it is, with some kind of small green
stone. Jade, perhaps.
He looks around, raises an eyebrow, and strolls toward the bar,
nodding a greeting to Wildwind, Toby, Paddy, and anyone else he
recognizes.
"Hey, all. How's it going?"
-Jay
Place doesn't look very busy right now.
Laurence
> >> "Can they be tamed?"
> >"Well, there are people trying, there are always corps
> >that want something new in security for example. But no
> >one's admitting to having any luck getting them to tell
> >people who should be there from people who shouldn't.
> >And since they're very erratic, like most Metaspecies,
> >all the places doing research into them tend to be
> >located on the ground floor, so that the researchers
> >don't hurt themselves diving out the windows when one
> >of their new pets acts up."
> Toby chortles.
"It's an interesting job. It took them months to work
out what was happening when the first hellhounds
appeared, they'd probably still be at it if someone
hadn't thought to ask a mage to drop by one day.
Hellhounds are dogs that can astrally project the way
a Mage can although they don't like to move far from
their bods. They also do a nice line in fireballs."
<Snip>
> >> >"You can get seperation of the retina, blinding you. It's
> >> >not so bad for us homids, medical repairs are very good
> >> >and pretty cheap these days, but for a wild animal, it's
> >> >virtually a death sentence. Something I wouldn't allow."
> >> >It's clear that Jack is very serious about this.
> >> "Of course not!" Toby looks shocked.
> >"I'm pleased that you agree."
> "You mean some people wouldn't?!"
"Some of the corps are only interested in turning the
metaspecies into guards no matter what it takes. I know
one corp that's spent several million creds so far in
trying to turn Abrams lobsters into coastal defence
guards. They haven't succeeded yet. Oh, the Abrams will
guard an area OK, but it just will not learn the
difference between corp and crim. They are so stupid
they quite literally can't walk and chew fish at the
same time.
<Snip>
> >"It's all the overtones we use. Using different harmonics,
> >one monosyllabic word can have up to half a dozen meanings."
> "Yeah, that's just like our language." Toby looks
> pleased to have found such a correspondence.
> "So, you're from Thumper's world, then?
"Yes. Whilst you are clearly from a different one."
> Are your people like Thumper's - you started human -
> or are you of the oldtime, like us?"
"I was born an Elf, but both my parents are human,
and one of my uncles changed to Elven form when I was
very young.
If you want a species which claims to have been around
unchanged since the last period of major Magick flow,
you'd have to meet a dragon, although they slept
through the quiet times."
Jack
--
... If it works, tear it apart and find out why!
Wildwind
> >
> >Wildwind launches a very accurate fastball...
>
> Toby actually gets his hands up quickly enough to catch it.
> And immediately drops the ball again with a yelp. Catching
> a fastball barehanded at close range _hurts!
>
> "OW!" He looks at Wildwind reproachfully.
Wildwind rolls her eyes, grins and mutters something about the youth
of today having no intestinal fortitude. "What we need.." says
Wildwind, as Jay enters the pub "..is a batter."
> -Toby, otter pooka
> I'll kick dirt at you, you kick dirt at Paddy...
-Wildwind
Our first victim steps up to the plate.
Kylinn
>kyl...@aol.comgoaway (Kylinn) wrote
>> Toby actually gets his hands up quickly enough to catch it.
>> And immediately drops the ball again with a yelp. Catching
>> a fastball barehanded at close range _hurts!
>>
>> "OW!" He looks at Wildwind reproachfully.
>
>Wildwind rolls her eyes, grins and mutters something about the youth
>of today having no intestinal fortitude. "What we need.." says
>Wildwind, as Jay enters the pub "..is a batter."
"Cake batter or pie batter?" Toby asks instantly.
Jay raises an eyebrow and shakes his head. "Playing baseball
indoors?"
>> -Toby, otter pooka
>> I'll kick dirt at you, you kick dirt at Paddy...
>
>-Wildwind
>Our first victim steps up to the plate.
-Toby, and
-Jay
Kylinn
>> >And since they're very erratic, like most Metaspecies,
>> >all the places doing research into them tend to be
>> >located on the ground floor, so that the researchers
>> >don't hurt themselves diving out the windows when one
>> >of their new pets acts up."
>
>> Toby chortles.
>
>"It's an interesting job. It took them months to work
>out what was happening when the first hellhounds
>appeared, they'd probably still be at it if someone
>hadn't thought to ask a mage to drop by one day.
>
>Hellhounds are dogs that can astrally project the way
>a Mage can although they don't like to move far from
>their bods. They also do a nice line in fireballs."
"That's not _real hellhounds," Toby says scornfully. "Real
hellhounds run in front of the hunter and their baying can
drive mortals mad. Like earthworms."
He cocks his head. "Are your fake hellhounds made from
normal dogs like Thumper was made from a regular human?"
><Snip>
>
>> >"I'm pleased that you agree."
>
>> "You mean some people wouldn't?!"
>
>"Some of the corps are only interested in turning the
>metaspecies into guards no matter what it takes. I know
>one corp that's spent several million creds so far in
>trying to turn Abrams lobsters into coastal defence
>guards. They haven't succeeded yet. Oh, the Abrams will
>guard an area OK, but it just will not learn the
>difference between corp and crim. They are so stupid
>they quite literally can't walk and chew fish at the
>same time.
Toby frowns. "So they only put them in places where everyone
has the right to be, so the nice lobsters can have fun with
their fried food and not too much cholesterol?"
><Snip>
>
>> >"It's all the overtones we use. Using different harmonics,
>> >one monosyllabic word can have up to half a dozen meanings."
>
>> "Yeah, that's just like our language." Toby looks
>> pleased to have found such a correspondence.
>
>> "So, you're from Thumper's world, then?
>
>"Yes. Whilst you are clearly from a different one."
"You think so?"
Toby is Awed at Jack's powers of deduction.
>> Are your people like Thumper's - you started human -
>> or are you of the oldtime, like us?"
>
>"I was born an Elf, but both my parents are human,
>and one of my uncles changed to Elven form when I was
>very young.
>
>If you want a species which claims to have been around
>unchanged since the last period of major Magick flow,
Toby throws his head back and taps his chest.
>you'd have to meet a dragon, although they slept
>through the quiet times."
"Dragons are like that," Toby nods sagely. "Except for the
little noisy ones."
>Jack
-Toby
Laurence
> >Hellhounds are dogs that can astrally project the way
> >a Mage can although they don't like to move far from
> >their bods. They also do a nice line in fireballs."
> "That's not _real hellhounds," Toby says scornfully. "Real
> hellhounds run in front of the hunter and their baying can
> drive mortals mad. Like earthworms."
"Ah. The Wylde Hunt. There have been a few reports of
what might be the Hunt recently. Fortunately it seems
to be staying away from urban areas, so far.
They're called Hellhounds because they best fitted the
traditional version, and they appeared before the first
reports of the hunt came through.
Many of the names we have given the new metaspecies
are only a best fit. Satyrs have very little in common
with the legendary version beyond a rough physical
resemblence. It was quite a disapointment to the more
traditionalist members of my race."
> He cocks his head. "Are your fake hellhounds made from
> normal dogs like Thumper was made from a regular human?"
"Yes, the first Hellhounds were U.G.E's like Thumper.
Later ones were either born as puppies from normal
dogs or the first gen' Hellhounds. There are breeders
now who specialise in Hellhounds since they make
fantastic guarddogs although they do have a weakness."
> ><Snip>
> >"Some of the corps are only interested in turning the
> >metaspecies into guards no matter what it takes. I know
> >one corp that's spent several million creds so far in
> >trying to turn Abrams lobsters into coastal defence
> >guards. They haven't succeeded yet. Oh, the Abrams will
> >guard an area OK, but it just will not learn the
> >difference between corp and crim. They are so stupid
> >they quite literally can't walk and chew fish at the
> >same time.
> Toby frowns. "So they only put them in places where
> everyone has the right to be, so the nice lobsters
> can have fun with their fried food and not too much
> cholesterol?"
Jack looks rather confused. As he glances over at
Thumper for help, Thumper makes a hand gesture, a
sort of "turn it over" move. Jack nods slightly.
"The problem is, there are very few places where
you can guarantee that you won't want some of your
people to go at sometime. If they put the Abrams
near water intakes for example, the pipes could get
blocked or need repair, and the last thing your
repair crew need to have to worry about is a six
foot long lobster mistaking them for food."
> ><Snip>
> >> >"It's all the overtones we use. Using different harmonics,
> >> >one monosyllabic word can have up to half a dozen
> >> >meanings."
> >> "Yeah, that's just like our language." Toby looks
> >> pleased to have found such a correspondence.
> >> "So, you're from Thumper's world, then?
> >"Yes. Whilst you are clearly from a different one."
> "You think so?"
"I'm fairly well up on all the metaspecies, it's
part of my nature, and I've never heard of a being
resembling you. The closest would be those satyrs,
but they're non-sapient as far as we can tell, one
rather poor report to the contrary."
> Toby is Awed at Jack's powers of deduction.
> >If you want a species which claims to have been around
> >unchanged since the last period of major Magick flow,
> Toby throws his head back and taps his chest.
Jacks eyebrows raise in surprise.
> >you'd have to meet a dragon, although they slept
> >through the quiet times."
> "Dragons are like that," Toby nods sagely. "Except for the
> little noisy ones."
"Small dragons? I haven't heard of any really small
ones. The smallest I've ever met was a young
teenager, and he was nearly 30 feet long."
Jack
--
... You can't have everything - where would you put it?
Kylinn
> Kylinn <kyl...@aol.comgoaway> wrote:
>> "That's not _real hellhounds," Toby says scornfully. "Real
>> hellhounds run in front of the hunter and their baying can
>> drive mortals mad. Like earthworms."
>
>"Ah. The Wylde Hunt. There have been a few reports of
>what might be the Hunt recently. Fortunately it seems
>to be staying away from urban areas, so far.
>
>They're called Hellhounds because they best fitted the
>traditional version, and they appeared before the first
>reports of the hunt came through.
>
>Many of the names we have given the new metaspecies
>are only a best fit. Satyrs have very little in common
>with the legendary version beyond a rough physical
>resemblence. It was quite a disapointment to the more
>traditionalist members of my race."
Toby blinks. "What do you think satyrs are supposed to be
like?"
>> He cocks his head. "Are your fake hellhounds made from
>> normal dogs like Thumper was made from a regular human?"
>
>"Yes, the first Hellhounds were U.G.E's like Thumper.
>Later ones were either born as puppies from normal
>dogs or the first gen' Hellhounds. There are breeders
>now who specialise in Hellhounds since they make
>fantastic guarddogs although they do have a weakness."
"They like to beg the question?"
>> ><Snip>
>
>> Toby frowns. "So they only put them in places where
>> everyone has the right to be, so the nice lobsters
>> can have fun with their fried food and not too much
>> cholesterol?"
>
>Jack looks rather confused. As he glances over at
>Thumper for help, Thumper makes a hand gesture, a
>sort of "turn it over" move. Jack nods slightly.
>
>"The problem is, there are very few places where
>you can guarantee that you won't want some of your
>people to go at sometime. If they put the Abrams
>near water intakes for example, the pipes could get
>blocked or need repair, and the last thing your
>repair crew need to have to worry about is a six
>foot long lobster mistaking them for food."
"No moats?" Toby pouts.
>> ><Snip>
>> >> "So, you're from Thumper's world, then?
>
>> >"Yes. Whilst you are clearly from a different one."
>
>> "You think so?"
>
>"I'm fairly well up on all the metaspecies, it's
>part of my nature,
"Yeah?" Toby cocks his head.
"Hey, waitaminute. If you're all originally from people that
look almost exactly like regular humans, how come you know
your ancient language an' all? Is it, like, in your bones?"
>and I've never heard of a being
>resembling you. The closest would be those satyrs,
>but they're non-sapient as far as we can tell, one
>rather poor report to the contrary."
"Non-sapient?" Toby stares. "I've heard of satyrs, though I've
never met one myself - well, almost, once - and no one ever
said they weren't smarter than whips. Or whippets, even."
He shakes his head. "Or is it... no, it can't be like Thumper
kinda looks like a troll, only flatter?"
He cocks his head at Jack. "But then, you're all flat too, aren't
you? I bet if you turned sideways, you could fit right through a
door without opening it."
>> >If you want a species which claims to have been around
>> >unchanged since the last period of major Magick flow,
>
>> Toby throws his head back and taps his chest.
>
>Jacks eyebrows raise in surprise.
Toby noddles vigorously.
>> >you'd have to meet a dragon, although they slept
>> >through the quiet times."
>
>> "Dragons are like that," Toby nods sagely. "Except for the
>> little noisy ones."
>
>"Small dragons? I haven't heard of any really small
>ones. The smallest I've ever met was a young
>teenager, and he was nearly 30 feet long."
"You mean you don't have lots of pesky little zippy dragons
where you're from?" Toby holds his hands a foot or so apart,
demonstratively. "They're real pests back home."
>Jack
-Toby
Your people are just poor imitations of us, aren't you?
Martin Gleason
kyl...@aol.comgoaway (Kylinn) wrote:
> He looks around, raises an eyebrow, and strolls toward the bar,
> nodding a greeting to Wildwind, Toby, Paddy, and anyone else he
> recognizes.
>
> "Hey, all. How's it going?"
"It goes. People are either passed out, in the bathroom or just bein'
slow." he shrugs. "So, what'll have?"
> -Jay
> Place doesn't look very busy right now.
Paddy
Blame toby
Martin Gleason
wrote:
> In article
> <officergleason-E8B...@netnews.attbi.com>,
> Martin Gleason <officer...@nospam.attbi.com> wrote:
>
> > "You lay out a seafood buffet, an' people seem to just bloody
> > disappear! What the hell is wrong with you people!"
>
> The new Elf looks over from his other conversation.
>
> "Sorry. I assume you're the owner of this establishment.
>
> I would partake, but I'm a vegetarian, like most of my race.
"Thats...depressin'. A whole race o'vegetarians?"
> My names Jack by the way, I'm a friend of Thumper here."
"Paddy. the owner. We've got....apples an' stuff for you..."
> Jack.
>
> > Paddy begins to clean the buffet off...and lest the magic do
> > the rest.
>
> > Paddy
> > hi. again.
>
> Welcome back.
Paddy
it is good to be back
Laurence
<officergleason-AB2...@netnews.attbi.com>,
Martin Gleason <officer...@nospam.attbi.com> wrote:
> In article <4c5b89...@argonet.co.uk>, Laurence <l...@argonet.co.uk>
> wrote:
> > The new Elf looks over from his other conversation.
> > "Sorry. I assume you're the owner of this establishment.
> > I would partake, but I'm a vegetarian, like most of my race.
> "Thats...depressin'. A whole race o'vegetarians?"
"Pretty much so. Our guts can handle a small amount of
meat, but we don't need it and since every stage of the food
chain is around a 90 percent drop in available energy, plants
are more energy efficient, even if we have to eat more of them.
I'm not going to advise a vegetarian lifestyle for others,
Thumper is basically carnivorous, and most of my human friends
are omnivores."
> > My names Jack by the way, I'm a friend of Thumper here."
> "Paddy. the owner. We've got....apples an' stuff for you..."
"An honour to meet you sir. And thank you, a couple of apples
will be more than enough."
Jack.
--
... Happiness is a conscious choice, not an automatic response.
Laurence
> >Many of the names we have given the new metaspecies
> >are only a best fit. Satyrs have very little in common
> >with the legendary version beyond a rough physical
> >resemblence. It was quite a disapointment to the more
> >traditionalist members of my race."
> Toby blinks. "What do you think satyrs are supposed to be
> like?"
"The legends are of intelligent, panpipe playing beings
with a seriously overactive sexdrive.
The reality on our world is that they are roughly
humanoid goats, with little sign of them being any more
intelligent than their base species.
As I said there is one report, unfortunately it was made
by someone who had been lost for several days and was
suffering from dehydration, of Satyrs dancing to a tune
played by a Minotaur."
> >> He cocks his head. "Are your fake hellhounds made from
> >> normal dogs like Thumper was made from a regular human?"
> >"Yes, the first Hellhounds were U.G.E's like Thumper.
> >Later ones were either born as puppies from normal
> >dogs or the first gen' Hellhounds. There are breeders
> >now who specialise in Hellhounds since they make
> >fantastic guarddogs although they do have a weakness."
> "They like to beg the question?"
Jack laughs loudly and heartily. His laugh is bordering
on musical, but it lacks the power you find in a Sidh.
"Certain frequencies of sound drive them to distraction."
> >> ><Snip>
> >
> >> Toby frowns. "So they only put them in places where
> >> everyone has the right to be, so the nice lobsters
> >> can have fun with their fried food and not too much
> >> cholesterol?"
> >
> >Jack looks rather confused. As he glances over at
> >Thumper for help, Thumper makes a hand gesture, a
> >sort of "turn it over" move. Jack nods slightly.
> >
> >"The problem is, there are very few places where
> >you can guarantee that you won't want some of your
> >people to go at sometime. If they put the Abrams
> >near water intakes for example, the pipes could get
> >blocked or need repair, and the last thing your
> >repair crew need to have to worry about is a six
> >foot long lobster mistaking them for food."
> "No moats?" Toby pouts.
"It would need a huge moat to hold even one Abrams.
There are other species that they can keep like that
though."
<Snip>
> >"I'm fairly well up on all the metaspecies, it's
> >part of my nature,
> "Yeah?" Toby cocks his head.
> "Hey, waitaminute. If you're all originally from people that
> look almost exactly like regular humans, how come you know
> your ancient language an' all? Is it, like, in your bones?"
"It seems to be. Plus various caches of ancient texts
which we seemed to know where to find.
It's as if our ancient ancestors realised that they and
a lot of other species were going to die out if they
didn't do something, and found a way to hide our unique
attributes and knowledge within the genetic code for a
species which wouldn't be affected. Add a trigger for
when the magick came back to a level where we could
survive, and here we are, again."
> >and I've never heard of a being
> >resembling you. The closest would be those satyrs,
> >but they're non-sapient as far as we can tell, one
> >rather poor report to the contrary."
> "Non-sapient?" Toby stares. "I've heard of satyrs, though I've
> never met one myself - well, almost, once - and no one ever
> said they weren't smarter than whips. Or whippets, even."
> He shakes his head. "Or is it... no, it can't be like Thumper
> kinda looks like a troll, only flatter?"
> He cocks his head at Jack. "But then, you're all flat too,
> aren't you? I bet if you turned sideways, you could fit right
> through a door without opening it."
Jack turns sideways on. He is three dimensional.
"I see what you're getting at. Your people are
integrated with magick in a way we aren't. I'd guess
that all of your people can do magick almost as easily
as you can walk.
Where I'm from, Mages and Shaman are very rare, even
amongst us Elves. I have no magickal ability at all
for example. The latest research suggests that only
around two percent of any of the homid races can use
magick in any way, and only a small percentage of
those are more than Adepts, that is they can use it
for more than a limited range of things. Adepts
aren't necessarily less powerful than full Mages, but
they can only employ magick in one or two areas.
Physads, Physical Adepts, for example can use magick
to adjust their own bodies, make them tougher, more
flexible, that sort of thing, but they could never
cast a spell on someone else."
> >> >If you want a species which claims to have been around
> >> >unchanged since the last period of major Magick flow,
> >> Toby throws his head back and taps his chest.
> >Jacks eyebrows raise in surprise.
> Toby noddles vigorously.
Jack will bow slightly to Toby.
> >> >you'd have to meet a dragon, although they slept
> >> >through the quiet times."
> >> "Dragons are like that," Toby nods sagely. "Except for the
> >> little noisy ones."
> >"Small dragons? I haven't heard of any really small
> >ones. The smallest I've ever met was a young
> >teenager, and he was nearly 30 feet long."
> "You mean you don't have lots of pesky little zippy dragons
> where you're from?" Toby holds his hands a foot or so apart,
> demonstratively. "They're real pests back home."
"I'm sure they would have made their presence felt
before now if they were around. Perhaps our ancestors
weren't able to lock them into another species, or
they didn't have time, or they decided that they
weren't worth saving although I can't see them
thinking that. They inbued us with a strong will
towards protecting all lifeforms."
> -Toby
> Your people are just poor imitations of us, aren't you?
Jack.
It certainly looks that way.
--
... Always finish what you have starte
Wildwind
> >
> >Wildwind rolls her eyes, grins and mutters something about the youth
> >of today having no intestinal fortitude. "What we need.." says
> >Wildwind, as Jay enters the pub "..is a batter."
>
> "Cake batter or pie batter?" Toby asks instantly.
"Depends on what kind of cake or pie we're talking about."
> Jay raises an eyebrow and shakes his head. "Playing baseball
> indoors?"
Wildwind nods slightly in the direction of Paddy and shakes her head
at Jay. "Why no of course not, we wouldn't want to break anything now
would we. I was just giving Toby his ball back, which he happened to
drop near where I was standing." She says loudly.
>
> -Toby, and
> -Jay
-Wildwind, Innocent Immortal.
Stoolie! :)
Malada 2
>> I would partake, but I'm a vegetarian, like most of my race.
>
>"Thats...depressin'. A whole race o'vegetarians?"
[ooc: how this would warm Pearl's heart.]
Not Pearl
Kylinn
> kyl...@aol.comgoaway (Kylinn) wrote:
>> He looks around, raises an eyebrow, and strolls toward the bar,
>> nodding a greeting to Wildwind, Toby, Paddy, and anyone else he
>> recognizes.
>>
>> "Hey, all. How's it going?"
>
>"It goes. People are either passed out, in the bathroom or just bein'
>slow." he shrugs. "So, what'll have?"
"Beer, thanks."
>> -Jay
>> Place doesn't look very busy right now.
>
>Paddy
>Blame toby
-Toby
What?!
-Jay
Fine by me.
Kylinn
>> >Wildwind rolls her eyes, grins and mutters something about the youth
>> >of today having no intestinal fortitude. "What we need.." says
>> >Wildwind, as Jay enters the pub "..is a batter."
>>
>> "Cake batter or pie batter?" Toby asks instantly.
>
>"Depends on what kind of cake or pie we're talking about."
"Angel food cake for me." Toby smiles impishly at Wildwind.
" 'Cause it's so appropriate."
>> Jay raises an eyebrow and shakes his head. "Playing baseball
>> indoors?"
>
>Wildwind nods slightly in the direction of Paddy and shakes her head
>at Jay. "Why no of course not, we wouldn't want to break anything now
>would we. I was just giving Toby his ball back, which he happened to
>drop near where I was standing." She says loudly.
"I... see. Of course, how silly of me."
>> -Toby, and
>> -Jay
>
>-Wildwind, Innocent Immortal.
>Stoolie! :)
-Toby, and Jay
Kylinn
> Kylinn <kyl...@aol.comgoaway> wrote:
>> Laurence <l...@argonet.co.uk> writes:
>> >Many of the names we have given the new metaspecies
>> >are only a best fit. Satyrs have very little in common
>> >with the legendary version beyond a rough physical
>> >resemblence. It was quite a disapointment to the more
>> >traditionalist members of my race."
>
>> Toby blinks. "What do you think satyrs are supposed to be
>> like?"
>
>"The legends are of intelligent, panpipe playing beings
>with a seriously overactive sexdrive.
Toby snickers. "That's nothing at all like what our satyrs are
like. Well, maybe just a little."
>The reality on our world is that they are roughly
>humanoid goats, with little sign of them being any more
>intelligent than their base species.
"Do they still have, like, goat stomachs an' all?"
>As I said there is one report, unfortunately it was made
>by someone who had been lost for several days and was
>suffering from dehydration, of Satyrs dancing to a tune
>played by a Minotaur."
"Nah, couldn't be - minotaurs and satyrs don't get along worth
beans."
>> >"Yes, the first Hellhounds were U.G.E's like Thumper.
"U.G.E.?" Toby sighs pointedly. Jack really should learn to
explain things better, his sigh says.
>> >Later ones were either born as puppies from normal
>> >dogs or the first gen' Hellhounds. There are breeders
>> >now who specialise in Hellhounds since they make
>> >fantastic guarddogs although they do have a weakness."
>
>> "They like to beg the question?"
>
>Jack laughs loudly and heartily. His laugh is bordering
>on musical, but it lacks the power you find in a Sidhe.
>
>"Certain frequencies of sound drive them to distraction."
"Like dog whistles?" Toby brightens.
Now there's a thought. What would a dog whistle do to a werewolf?
He casts a glance toward Padraic.
>> >"The problem is, there are very few places where
>> >you can guarantee that you won't want some of your
>> >people to go at sometime. If they put the Abrams
>> >near water intakes for example, the pipes could get
>> >blocked or need repair, and the last thing your
>> >repair crew need to have to worry about is a six
>> >foot long lobster mistaking them for food."
>
>> "No moats?" Toby pouts.
>
>"It would need a huge moat to hold even one Abrams.
"You don't know how to build walls around them? I bet some of
our people could show you how to build real good moats. We still
have some around some of our places. Of course, they're partly
built with magic, and aren't entirely in the world, but... hey,
humans can build some halfway decent stuff sometimes too. Like
big dams an' stuff."
>There are other species that they can keep like that
>though."
Toby gives Jack a mistrustful look. "They don't lock up otters,
do they? If they lock up otters, they're irredeemable."
>> "Hey, waitaminute. If you're all originally from people that
>> look almost exactly like regular humans, how come you know
>> your ancient language an' all? Is it, like, in your bones?"
>
>"It seems to be. Plus various caches of ancient texts
>which we seemed to know where to find.
>
>It's as if our ancient ancestors realised that they and
>a lot of other species were going to die out if they
>didn't do something, and found a way to hide our unique
>attributes and knowledge within the genetic code for a
>species which wouldn't be affected.
"Huh. Never heard of anyone doing that before."
>Add a trigger for
>when the magick came back to a level where we could
>survive, and here we are, again."
"What made the magic come back in your world? Does anyone know?"
>> "Non-sapient?" Toby stares. "I've heard of satyrs, though I've
>> never met one myself - well, almost, once - and no one ever
>> said they weren't smarter than whips. Or whippets, even."
>
>> He shakes his head. "Or is it... no, it can't be like Thumper
>> kinda looks like a troll, only flatter?"
>
>> He cocks his head at Jack. "But then, you're all flat too,
>> aren't you? I bet if you turned sideways, you could fit right
>> through a door without opening it."
>
>Jack turns sideways on. He is three dimensional.
>
>"I see what you're getting at. Your people are
>integrated with magick in a way we aren't. I'd guess
>that all of your people can do magick almost as easily
>as you can walk.
"Of course," Toby blinks at Jack. He certainly seems to be a
pretty good guesser for someone who hasn't ever met real fae
before. "How could it be otherwise?"
>Where I'm from, Mages and Shaman are very rare, even
>amongst us Elves. I have no magickal ability at all
>for example.
Toby stares. "How can you call yourself an elf if you have no
magic? That's what fae _is, magic."
>The latest research suggests that only
>around two percent of any of the homid races can use
>magick in any way, and only a small percentage of
>those are more than Adepts, that is they can use it
>for more than a limited range of things. Adepts
>aren't necessarily less powerful than full Mages, but
>they can only employ magick in one or two areas.
"Wow. So your mages are all limited like human mages here, even
the ones that aren't really humans anymore."
Toby chews his lip and furrows his brow. "It's probably 'cause
you're all humans with, like, add-ons, instead of being born
properly of the summerlands."
"Hey, where you're from, do any of you actually know the way to
the far lands, or are you all stuck in the mortal realms?"
>Physads, Physical Adepts, for example can use magick
>to adjust their own bodies, make them tougher, more
>flexible, that sort of thing, but they could never
>cast a spell on someone else."
"Like werewolves?" Toby frowns.
He turns around, "Hey, Paddy, don't werewolves do magick?"
"Not that you should think Paddy's a werewolf," Toby quickly
explains to Jack. "It's just that he's been around so much and
worked here so long that he seems to know everything about,
like, everything. And we do get the occasional werewolf in
here once in a while."
"If any of them come in and you wanna be friendly, you should
ask them to play frisbee with you," Toby suggests. "They all
seem to be crazy about the game."
>> >> >If you want a species which claims to have been around
>> >> >unchanged since the last period of major Magick flow,
>
>> >> Toby throws his head back and taps his chest.
>
>> >Jacks eyebrows raise in surprise.
>
>> Toby noddles vigorously.
>
>Jack will bow slightly to Toby.
Toby bows back.
>> >> "Dragons are like that," Toby nods sagely. "Except for the
>> >> little noisy ones."
>
>> >"Small dragons? I haven't heard of any really small
>> >ones. The smallest I've ever met was a young
>> >teenager, and he was nearly 30 feet long."
>
>> "You mean you don't have lots of pesky little zippy dragons
>> where you're from?" Toby holds his hands a foot or so apart,
>> demonstratively. "They're real pests back home."
>
>"I'm sure they would have made their presence felt
>before now if they were around. Perhaps our ancestors
>weren't able to lock them into another species, or
>they didn't have time, or they decided that they
>weren't worth saving although I can't see them
>thinking that. They inbued us with a strong will
>towards protecting all lifeforms."
"Maybe they're just not ready yet."
>> -Toby
>> Your people are just poor imitations of us, aren't you?
>
>Jack.
>It certainly looks that way.
-Toby
You still don't know what I am, do you?
Martin Gleason
wrote:
> > > The new Elf looks over from his other conversation.
>
> > > "Sorry. I assume you're the owner of this establishment.
>
> > > I would partake, but I'm a vegetarian, like most of my race.
>
> > "Thats...depressin'. A whole race o'vegetarians?"
>
> "Pretty much so. Our guts can handle a small amount of
> meat, but we don't need it and since every stage of the food
> chain is around a 90 percent drop in available energy, plants
> are more energy efficient, even if we have to eat more of them.
Paddy shrugs
"It can taste good...but you don't get the hunt."
> I'm not going to advise a vegetarian lifestyle for others,
> Thumper is basically carnivorous, and most of my human friends
> are omnivores."
"Oh, thats much better...."
> > > My names Jack by the way, I'm a friend of Thumper here."
>
> > "Paddy. the owner. We've got....apples an' stuff for you..."
>
> "An honour to meet you sir. And thank you, a couple of apples
> will be more than enough."
"good..." He tosses the elf a few granny smith apples (OOC: Notice the
Apples. no grandma's are tossed in WGP)
> Jack.
Paddy
Martin Gleason
kyl...@aol.comgoaway (Kylinn) wrote:
> Martin Gleason <officer...@nospam.attbi.com> writes:
> > kyl...@aol.comgoaway (Kylinn) wrote:
>
> >> He looks around, raises an eyebrow, and strolls toward the bar,
> >> nodding a greeting to Wildwind, Toby, Paddy, and anyone else he
> >> recognizes.
> >>
> >> "Hey, all. How's it going?"
> >
> >"It goes. People are either passed out, in the bathroom or just bein'
> >slow." he shrugs. "So, what'll have?"
>
> "Beer, thanks."
Paddy looks jay up and down...
"Pilsner man." He pulls Jay a nice glass of Urquell
"Enjoy!"
> >> -Jay
> >> Place doesn't look very busy right now.
> >
> >Paddy
> >Blame toby
>
> -Toby
> What?!
>
> -Jay
> Fine by me.
Paddy
Malada 2
height, a bit on the thin side with short blond hair.
She is nicely dressed in a flouncy button-down shirt, slacks,
and sensible shoes. In one hand is a shopping bag with the
name "O'Zerine's" on it and in the other is a cell phone.
She speaks rapidly.
"Oh I _so_ want to catch it when it comes out - it'll be just fab!
We could, like, go to my place before and like, party..."
The door closes behind her and she's several steps in before
a puzzled look comes to her face.
"Hey... this isn't... "
She grins. "Oh cool! A bar! Call you later Nancy!" She pups
the phone in her purse and looks around. Under the pub's Glamour
spotlight her Fae nature starts to shine through.
She's green. With antennas coming out of her head.
She flounces over to the bar and smiles at Paddy. "So like,
what sort of stories do you like, like?"
-Someone New
Like, hi!
Laurence
<officergleason-9C3...@netnews.attbi.com>,
Martin Gleason <officer...@nospam.attbi.com> wrote:
> > > "Thats...depressin'. A whole race o'vegetarians?"
> > "Pretty much so. Our guts can handle a small amount of
> > meat, but we don't need it and since every stage of the food
> > chain is around a 90 percent drop in available energy,
> > plants are more energy efficient, even if we have to eat
> > more of them.
> Paddy shrugs
> "It can taste good...but you don't get the hunt."
"How much intelligence does it take to sneak up on a leaf heh?
But neither do most of the omni and carni-vorous homids where
I'm from, they get their meat ready prepared and prepacked from
the local mart. There are rumours of werewolf packs out on the
moors that hunt for food..."
At the bar, Thumper suddenly looks troubled, as if he's upset at
being reminded he's hiding something from someone.
"... but I've never met one."
> > I'm not going to advise a vegetarian lifestyle for others,
> > Thumper is basically carnivorous, and most of my human
> > friends are omnivores."
> "Oh, thats much better...."
"Meat does pack more energy into the smallest space, and I will
admit that I do have the occasional Blat, but I wouldn't touch
the burgers they sell in the Centro if my life depended on it."
> > > > My names Jack by the way, I'm a friend of Thumper here."
> > > "Paddy. the owner. We've got....apples an' stuff for
> > > you..."
> > "An honour to meet you sir. And thank you, a couple of apples
> > will be more than enough."
> "good..." He tosses the elf a few granny smith apples (OOC:
> Notice the Apples. no grandma's are tossed in WGP)
Jack snags the apples out of the air cleanly, juggles them for a
few seconds, then places all but one of them on the bar. The
remaining apple he eats. Neatly.
"Delicious. Granny Smiths? Lovely flavour they have."
Jack.
--
... Now is the most interesting time of all.
Laurence
Malada 2 <mal...@aol.comunspam> wrote:
> She grins. "Oh cool! A bar! Call you later Nancy!" She
> pups the phone in her purse and looks around. Under the pub's
> Glamour spotlight her Fae nature starts to shine through.
> She's green. With antennas coming out of her head.
The reactions of Thumper and Jack are very similar. They both
become much more wary, turning slightly so they can keep an eye
on the newcomer. Thumper glances over at Lulu as if wondering if
he can reach and load her fast enough or if he'll have to use
the gun as a club.
Thumper and Jack... Worried.
--
... The purpose of the Official Secrets Act isn't to protect secrets, it's to protect officials! Sir Humphrey.
Laurence
> >> Toby blinks. "What do you think satyrs are supposed to be
> >> like?"
> >"The legends are of intelligent, panpipe playing beings
> >with a seriously overactive sexdrive.
> Toby snickers. "That's nothing at all like what our satyrs are
> like. Well, maybe just a little."
"Interesting. Could you describe your worlds version?"
> >The reality on our world is that they are roughly
> >humanoid goats, with little sign of them being any more
> >intelligent than their base species.
> "Do they still have, like, goat stomachs an' all?"
"No one is sure. It's probable they do, but no one
has ever managed to obtain a dead example for study,
and we won't allow anyone to capture a live specimen.
For one thing they're to rare, and for another
they're the best indicators we have of pollution and
similar problems in an area. They're a lot more
sensitive than even our best instruments."
> >As I said there is one report, unfortunately it was made
> >by someone who had been lost for several days and was
> >suffering from dehydration, of Satyrs dancing to a tune
> >played by a Minotaur."
> "Nah, couldn't be - minotaurs and satyrs don't get along worth
> beans."
"It is only the one report, and the person who made
it could have been hallucinating, but we can't just
dismiss it."
> >> >"Yes, the first Hellhounds were U.G.E's like Thumper.
> "U.G.E.?" Toby sighs pointedly. Jack really should learn to
> explain things better, his sigh says.
"Unexplained Genetic Expression, that's the
scientific phrase, and it's kept becasue we still
don't really know what casues it. The street term
is Goblinisation, but you'll never hear it used in
a friendly way."
> >> >Later ones were either born as puppies from normal
> >> >dogs or the first gen' Hellhounds. There are breeders
> >> >now who specialise in Hellhounds since they make
> >> >fantastic guarddogs although they do have a weakness."
> >
> >> "They like to beg the question?"
> >
> >Jack laughs loudly and heartily. His laugh is bordering
> >on musical, but it lacks the power you find in a Sidhe.
> >
> >"Certain frequencies of sound drive them to distraction."
> "Like dog whistles?" Toby brightens.
"One of the frequencies is in that sort of range,
but there are others, notably 174Hz, and 13 Hz.
This last one is very interesting as it's one of
the main frequencies given off by tectonic plates
rubbing against each other, and is nearly always
detected shortly before an earthquake. There are
a lot more Hellhounds in California than you'd
expect."
> Now there's a thought. What would a dog whistle do to a
> werewolf?
> He casts a glance toward Padraic.
<OOC: Probably annoy them... seriously.>
> >> >"The problem is, there are very few places where
> >> >you can guarantee that you won't want some of your
> >> >people to go at sometime. If they put the Abrams
> >> >near water intakes for example, the pipes could get
> >> >blocked or need repair, and the last thing your
> >> >repair crew need to have to worry about is a six
> >> >foot long lobster mistaking them for food."
> >> "No moats?" Toby pouts.
>
> >"It would need a huge moat to hold even one Abrams.
> "You don't know how to build walls around them?
"When the average Abrams is six feet long and has
claws that can cut through bone as idf it were
paper, it tends to take more than a wall to contain
them."
> I bet some of our people could show you how to build real
> good moats. We still have some around some of our places. Of
> course, they're partly built with magic, and aren't entirely
> in the world, but... hey, humans can build some halfway
> decent stuff sometimes too. Like big dams an' stuff."
"Dams aren't as ecologically friendly as some would
claim. Apart from a major change in the environment
from building one, there's all the upheaval of
building and maintaining it."
> >There are other species that they can keep like that
> >though."
> Toby gives Jack a mistrustful look. "They don't lock up
> otters, do they? If they lock up otters, they're
> irredeemable."
"Whilst normal otters do have a serious cute factor,
they don't have any abilities that would make them
useful to the corps, and the only meta-otter I'm
aware of is around 20 feet long and is ocean living.
I almost feel sorry for any teams a corp might send
out to try and catch one."
<Snip>
> >It's as if our ancient ancestors realised that they and
> >a lot of other species were going to die out if they
> >didn't do something, and found a way to hide our unique
> >attributes and knowledge within the genetic code for a
> >species which wouldn't be affected.
> "Huh. Never heard of anyone doing that before."
"It's only a theory, and we have no idea how it
could have been done anyway. It would require
either a level of technology they didn't have,
that we don't have for that matter, or a form of
magick that hasn't returned."
> >Add a trigger for
> >when the magick came back to a level where we could
> >survive, and here we are, again."
> "What made the magic come back in your world? Does anyone
> know?"
"There are theories ranging from it being down to
chaos, through some strange alignment of the solar
system in relation to others, to there being some
kind of critical mass of life. Once the planet
reaches it, minute magickal fields generated by
every living thing begin to mesh into a planetwide
web which those sensitive enough can tap into.
Basically we have no testable ideas."
<Snip>
> >"I see what you're getting at. Your people are
> >integrated with magick in a way we aren't. I'd guess
> >that all of your people can do magick almost as easily
> >as you can walk.
> "Of course," Toby blinks at Jack. He certainly seems to be a
> pretty good guesser for someone who hasn't ever met real fae
> before. "How could it be otherwise?"
"It is different for us."
<OOC: Although most have no ability to use magick,
meta-species are more sensitive to the "field".
Jack can "sense" awakened beings even though he
doesn't do it consciously.>
> >Where I'm from, Mages and Shaman are very rare, even
> >amongst us Elves. I have no magickal ability at all
> >for example.
> Toby stares. "How can you call yourself an elf if you have no
> magic? That's what fae _is, magic."
"Elf is what the first of our people were named
by the doctors who examined them. Like Orks Trolls
and Dwarves, the names were assigned due to our
physical characteristics closely resembling those
of the beings were were named after.
It's possible we are only the first stage of a
much longer process, given the physical
characteristics and some of the other abilities in
order to prime the world for the next stage."
> >The latest research suggests that only
> >around two percent of any of the homid races can use
> >magick in any way, and only a small percentage of
> >those are more than Adepts, that is they can use it
> >for more than a limited range of things. Adepts
> >aren't necessarily less powerful than full Mages, but
> >they can only employ magick in one or two areas.
> "Wow. So your mages are all limited like human mages here,
> even the ones that aren't really humans anymore."
"I doubt if the Mages and Shaman would consider
themselves limited, other than their having to
rediscover a lot of knowledge before they can use
their magick to its full potential, but there are
a lot of hints in the old writings to things that
we may never be able to do."
> Toby chews his lip and furrows his brow. "It's probably 'cause
> you're all humans with, like, add-ons, instead of being born
> properly of the summerlands."
"We are born, live, and die on Earth. Those of us
with magick can spend time in the Astral plane,
but it's never been considered Summerlands."
> "Hey, where you're from, do any of you actually know the way
> to the far lands, or are you all stuck in the mortal realms?"
"Most of us don't even believe in Arcadia. As to
getting there, there may be six or seven people
who have a clue. I've met one, Harlay..."
Jack stops himself, shudders slightly, and
continues speaking, but now using the modern name
of the person.
"... Harlequin. A strange guy. I saw him do a
couple of things that would have our most
powerful modern magick users booking into the
nearest Home for the Bewildered. His magick doesn't
follow any of the rules and limitations that they
believe in."
> >Physads, Physical Adepts, for example can use magick
> >to adjust their own bodies, make them tougher, more
> >flexible, that sort of thing, but they could never
> >cast a spell on someone else."
> "Like werewolves?" Toby frowns.
"They're not dual beings like our were's. Sorry,
a dual being has two bodies. One exists in the
physical world, the other on the Astral plane.
The two bodies can and do swap places. I've heard
of were wolves, bears and tigers and there are
reports of other species.
There are rumours of a werespecies that has five
such bodies, Normal homid, a sort of caveman, a
huge furry being which has incredible strength,
toughness and aggressive tendencies, a Dire Wolf
or Worg, and a normal wolf. How they could stack
these bodies without crashing causality is
unknown. The conspiracy lovers have had a field
day with these beings, claiming that they run in
packs, that they are everywhere, that they are
maneaters, that they have infiltrated most of the
corps... but then they make similar claims for
Vampires, Wendigo, even us Elves."
> He turns around, "Hey, Paddy, don't werewolves do magick?"
> "Not that you should think Paddy's a werewolf," Toby quickly
> explains to Jack. "It's just that he's been around so much and
> worked here so long that he seems to know everything about,
> like, everything. And we do get the occasional werewolf in
> here once in a while."
"I'll look out for them."
> "If any of them come in and you wanna be friendly, you should
> ask them to play frisbee with you," Toby suggests. "They all
> seem to be crazy about the game."
"Well, I don't thiink I'd fancy being used as a
frisbee, but I'll remember that they like the game."
<Snip>
> >> >"Small dragons? I haven't heard of any really small
> >> >ones. The smallest I've ever met was a young
> >> >teenager, and he was nearly 30 feet long."
> >> "You mean you don't have lots of pesky little zippy dragons
> >> where you're from?" Toby holds his hands a foot or so
> >> apart, demonstratively. "They're real pests back home."
> >
> >"I'm sure they would have made their presence felt
> >before now if they were around. Perhaps our ancestors
> >weren't able to lock them into another species, or
> >they didn't have time, or they decided that they
> >weren't worth saving although I can't see them
> >thinking that. They inbued us with a strong will
> >towards protecting all lifeforms."
> "Maybe they're just not ready yet."
"Perhaps, or they may need a higher magickal energy
level than we currently have. We know it's still
increasing even though we can't actually measure it."
> >> -Toby
> >> Your people are just poor imitations of us, aren't you?
> >
> >Jack.
> >It certainly looks that way.
> -Toby
> You still don't know what I am, do you?
Jack.
You are dreams and legends made real. I could
drive hundreds of my people to total distraction
just by describing you.
--
... I am Uhura of Borg. Assimilating frequencies open, Captain.
Kylinn
mal...@aol.comunspam (Malada 2) writes:
>The door flies open and in walks a young woman. She's of average
>height, a bit on the thin side with short blond hair.
And here's Toby caught without any flowers on him.
>She is nicely dressed in a flouncy button-down shirt, slacks,
>and sensible shoes. In one hand is a shopping bag with the
>name "O'Zerine's" on it and in the other is a cell phone.
[ooc: *snicker* (Hey, if the Aussies can use in-jokes, why
can't others?)]
>She speaks rapidly.
>
>"Oh I _so_ want to catch it when it comes out - it'll be just fab!
>We could, like, go to my place before and like, party..."
>
>The door closes behind her and she's several steps in before
>a puzzled look comes to her face.
>
>"Hey... this isn't... "
>
>She grins. "Oh cool! A bar! Call you later Nancy!" She pops
>the phone in her purse and looks around. Under the pub's Glamour
>spotlight her Fae nature starts to shine through.
>
>She's green. With antennas coming out of her head.
Oooooh. Toby bounces over, grinning.
>She flounces over to the bar and smiles at Paddy. "So like,
>what sort of stories do you like, like?"
"Mostly epic comedies," Toby says. "And limericks, for some
reason."
He bows grandly. "Tobias Colin Maxwell, at your service."
>-Someone New
>Like, hi!
-Toby, otter pooka
Kithmate!
Kylinn
<snip>
>> >The latest research suggests that only
>> >around two percent of any of the homid races can use
>> >magick in any way, and only a small percentage of
>> >those are more than Adepts, that is they can use it
>> >for more than a limited range of things. Adepts
>> >aren't necessarily less powerful than full Mages, but
>> >they can only employ magick in one or two areas.
The discussion catches Jay's attention and he turns to listen.
"I take it you're a friend of Thumper's? Is this your first visit
to the Pub?"
He offers his hand. "Jay Harriman. Sorry for nosing in, but I
couldn't help but overhear your conversation."
"In regard to which, I'd have to say that I'd consider two percent
to actually be a pretty good number. You don't have the Enlightened
appearing on every corner in my world, either."
He looks thoughtful. "Or - are you talking just humans, or everyone?
Not that the nonhuman population is statistically significant, at
least, like I said, in my world. Um." He looks as if he might add
something else but decides not to.
>> "Wow. So your mages are all limited like human mages here,
>> even the ones that aren't really humans anymore."
>
>"I doubt if the Mages and Shaman would consider
>themselves limited, other than their having to
>rediscover a lot of knowledge before they can use
>their magick to its full potential, but there are
>a lot of hints in the old writings to things that
>we may never be able to do."
"You'd be surprised what you can do, sometimes." A smile tugs at
Jay's mouth. "And what's to say that what you discover now may
not be as good or better than what's gone before?"
-Jay
Kylinn
>> >"It goes. People are either passed out, in the bathroom or just
>> >bein' slow." he shrugs. "So, what'll have?"
>>
>> "Beer, thanks."
>
>Paddy looks jay up and down...
>
>"Pilsner man." He pulls Jay a nice glass of Urquell
>
>"Enjoy!"
"Thanks," Jay says again.
He raises the glass in a toast to Paddy and takes a swallow.
"So," he glances around, "How've things been? Has it been a
long time for you since I was here with Kenny?"
>Paddy
-Jay
Kylinn
>> >"The legends are of intelligent, panpipe playing beings
>> >with a seriously overactive sexdrive.
>
>> Toby snickers. "That's nothing at all like what our satyrs are
>> like. Well, maybe just a little."
>
>"Interesting. Could you describe your worlds version?"
Toby considers this request. "I dunno; I'm not much for
description. But they're a little bit like what you said,
except where they're not. Do your satyrs have goat legs?"
>> >The reality on our world is that they are roughly
>> >humanoid goats, with little sign of them being any more
>> >intelligent than their base species.
>
>> "Do they still have, like, goat stomachs an' all?"
>
>"No one is sure. It's probable they do, but no one
>has ever managed to obtain a dead example for study,
>and we won't allow anyone to capture a live specimen.
>For one thing they're to rare, and for another
>they're the best indicators we have of pollution and
>similar problems in an area. They're a lot more
>sensitive than even our best instruments."
"If they're that sensitive," Toby says skeptically, "Why don't
you ever find dead ones?"
>> >As I said there is one report, unfortunately it was made
>> >by someone who had been lost for several days and was
>> >suffering from dehydration, of Satyrs dancing to a tune
>> >played by a Minotaur."
>
>> "Nah, couldn't be - minotaurs and satyrs don't get along worth
>> beans."
>
>"It is only the one report, and the person who made
>it could have been hallucinating, but we can't just
>dismiss it."
"Maybe it was a troll," Toby suggests. "Some of them are pretty
good musicians, and they get along with satyrs like a house on
fire."
>> "U.G.E.?" Toby sighs pointedly. Jack really should learn to
>> explain things better, his sigh says.
>
>"Unexplained Genetic Expression, that's the
>scientific phrase, and it's kept becasue we still
>don't really know what casues it. The street term
>is Goblinisation, but you'll never hear it used in
>a friendly way."
"Really?" Toby looks at Thumper in surprise. "So when you were
talking about your past earlier you were trying to pick a fight
with yourself?"
>> >"Certain frequencies of sound drive them to distraction."
>
>> "Like dog whistles?" Toby brightens.
>
>"One of the frequencies is in that sort of range,
>but there are others, notably 174Hz, and 13 Hz.
>This last one is very interesting as it's one of
>the main frequencies given off by tectonic plates
>rubbing against each other, and is nearly always
>detected shortly before an earthquake. There are
>a lot more Hellhounds in California than you'd
>expect."
"People import them as early warning systems?"
(re: Abrams Lobsters and moats)
>> I bet some of our people could show you how to build real
>> good moats. We still have some around some of our places. Of
>> course, they're partly built with magic, and aren't entirely
>> in the world, but... hey, humans can build some halfway
>> decent stuff sometimes too. Like big dams an' stuff."
>
>"Dams aren't as ecologically friendly as some would
>claim. Apart from a major change in the environment
>from building one, there's all the upheaval of
>building and maintaining it."
Toby blinks. "What does that have to do with it? Did I say they
were?"
>> >There are other species that they can keep like that
>> >though."
>
>> Toby gives Jack a mistrustful look. "They don't lock up
>> otters, do they? If they lock up otters, they're
>> irredeemable."
>
>"Whilst normal otters do have a serious cute factor,
Toby preens.
>they don't have any abilities that would make them
>useful to the corps, and the only meta-otter I'm
>aware of is around 20 feet long and is ocean living.
>I almost feel sorry for any teams a corp might send
>out to try and catch one."
"Well, that's good anyway," Toby says in satisfaction.
><Snip>
>> >It's as if our ancient ancestors realised that they and
>> >a lot of other species were going to die out if they
>> >didn't do something, and found a way to hide our unique
>> >attributes and knowledge within the genetic code for a
>> >species which wouldn't be affected.
>
>> "Huh. Never heard of anyone doing that before."
>
>"It's only a theory, and we have no idea how it
>could have been done anyway. It would require
>either a level of technology they didn't have,
>that we don't have for that matter, or a form of
>magick that hasn't returned."
"Don't forget the other possibility."
>> "What made the magic come back in your world? Does anyone
>> know?"
>
>"There are theories ranging from it being down to
>chaos, through some strange alignment of the solar
>system in relation to others, to there being some
>kind of critical mass of life. Once the planet
>reaches it, minute magickal fields generated by
>every living thing begin to mesh into a planetwide
>web which those sensitive enough can tap into.
Toby looks dubious. "Unless your world's a lot different from
ours... you think there's more life now than there used to be?"
>Basically we have no testable ideas."
"Oh well."
><Snip>
>> >"I see what you're getting at. Your people are
>> >integrated with magick in a way we aren't. I'd guess
>> >that all of your people can do magick almost as easily
>> >as you can walk.
>
>> "Of course," Toby blinks at Jack. He certainly seems to be a
>> pretty good guesser for someone who hasn't ever met real fae
>> before. "How could it be otherwise?"
>
>"It is different for us."
"Don't worry; it's not your fault."
><OOC: Although most have no ability to use magick,
>meta-species are more sensitive to the "field".
>Jack can "sense" awakened beings even though he
>doesn't do it consciously.>
[ooc: Too bad Astarial's not around anymore; he'd really give
Jack an eyefull. <g>]
<snip>
>> "Wow. So your mages are all limited like human mages here,
>> even the ones that aren't really humans anymore."
>
>"I doubt if the Mages and Shaman would consider
>themselves limited, other than their having to
>rediscover a lot of knowledge before they can use
>their magick to its full potential, but there are
>a lot of hints in the old writings to things that
>we may never be able to do."
"Certainly not if you think you can't," Toby agrees.
>> Toby chews his lip and furrows his brow. "It's probably 'cause
>> you're all humans with, like, add-ons, instead of being born
>> properly of the summerlands."
>
>"We are born, live, and die on Earth. Those of us
>with magick can spend time in the Astral plane,
>but it's never been considered Summerlands."
"Of course not. The astral plane is just next door. The
summerlands are more..." Toby circles his hand, "Around
the corner."
>> "Hey, where you're from, do any of you actually know the way
>> to the far lands, or are you all stuck in the mortal realms?"
>
>"Most of us don't even believe in Arcadia. As to
>getting there, there may be six or seven people
>who have a clue. I've met one, Harlay..."
>
>Jack stops himself, shudders slightly,
How interesting. "A motorbike?"
>and continues speaking, but now using the modern name
>of the person.
>
>"... Harlequin. A strange guy. I saw him do a
>couple of things that would have our most
>powerful modern magick users booking into the
>nearest Home for the Bewildered. His magick doesn't
>follow any of the rules and limitations that they
>believe in."
"What kind of person is he? What does _he say about it?"
Maybe this Harlequin person is a real fae?
>> >Physads, Physical Adepts, for example can use magick
>> >to adjust their own bodies, make them tougher, more
>> >flexible, that sort of thing, but they could never
>> >cast a spell on someone else."
>
>> "Like werewolves?" Toby frowns.
>
>"They're not dual beings like our were's. Sorry,
>a dual being has two bodies. One exists in the
>physical world, the other on the Astral plane.
>The two bodies can and do swap places. I've heard
>of were wolves, bears and tigers and there are
>reports of other species.
Toby purses his lips. "Don't they find that kinda inefficient?"
>There are rumours of a werespecies that has five
>such bodies, Normal homid, a sort of caveman, a
>huge furry being which has incredible strength,
>toughness and aggressive tendencies, a Dire Wolf
>or Worg, and a normal wolf. How they could stack
>these bodies without crashing causality is
>unknown.
"Magic?"
>The conspiracy lovers have had a field
>day with these beings, claiming that they run in
>packs, that they are everywhere, that they are
>maneaters, that they have infiltrated most of the
>corps... but then they make similar claims for
>Vampires, Wendigo, even us Elves."
"So, does that mean they're wrong?"
>> He turns around, "Hey, Paddy, don't werewolves do magick?"
>
>> "Not that you should think Paddy's a werewolf," Toby quickly
>> explains to Jack. "It's just that he's been around so much and
>> worked here so long that he seems to know everything about,
>> like, everything. And we do get the occasional werewolf in
>> here once in a while."
>
>"I'll look out for them."
Toby looks around the Pub. Jessie isn't around, and of course
he's already said that Paddy isn't a werewolf, but... "Well,
you could always ask Wildwind, over there."
>> "If any of them come in and you wanna be friendly, you should
>> ask them to play frisbee with you," Toby suggests. "They all
>> seem to be crazy about the game."
>
>"Well, I don't thiink I'd fancy being used as a
>frisbee, but I'll remember that they like the game."
"Oh, yeah. Wouldn't you like it if you were canine?"
>> -Toby
>> You still don't know what I am, do you?
>
>Jack.
>You are dreams and legends made real. I could
>drive hundreds of my people to total distraction
>just by describing you.
-Toby
Oooh, do it, do it! (Have you realized yet that you're talking
to a pooka?)
Malada 2
>Malada 2 <mal...@aol.comunspam> wrote:
>
>> She grins. "Oh cool! A bar! Call you later Nancy!" She
>> pups the phone in her purse and looks around. Under the pub's
>> Glamour spotlight her Fae nature starts to shine through.
>
>> She's green. With antennas coming out of her head.
>
>The reactions of Thumper and Jack are very similar. They both
>become much more wary, turning slightly so they can keep an eye
>on the newcomer. Thumper glances over at Lulu as if wondering if
>he can reach and load her fast enough or if he'll have to use
>the gun as a club.
She cocks her head to look at first one, then the other.
"Oh chill boys! What's a big guy like you and an impostor
like you have to worry about? Like, I'm just girl you know!"
She looks into the gloom and possibly spies Leigh in the corner.
Then she giggles. "Oh! I've been like, so rude! I'm Dawn!
Hi-ya!" she waves to everybody.
>Thumper and Jack... Worried.
-Dawn
You boys are _so_ uptight.
Laurence
Kylinn <kyl...@aol.comgoaway> wrote:
> Laurence <l...@argonet.co.uk> writes:
> > Kylinn <kyl...@aol.comgoaway> wrote:
> >> Laurence <l...@argonet.co.uk> writes:
> <snip>
> >> >The latest research suggests that only
> >> >around two percent of any of the homid races can use
> >> >magick in any way, and only a small percentage of
> >> >those are more than Adepts, that is they can use it
> >> >for more than a limited range of things. Adepts
> >> >aren't necessarily less powerful than full Mages, but
> >> >they can only employ magick in one or two areas.
> The discussion catches Jay's attention and he turns to listen.
> "I take it you're a friend of Thumper's? Is this your first
> visit to the Pub?"
"I good friend, and yes. If Thumper hadn't called
me and told me about htis place I'd never have
guessed it could exist."
> He offers his hand. "Jay Harriman."
"Jack. I could give you my family name, but it has
three times as many consonants in it as anything
designed to be spoken should have."
> "Sorry for nosing in, but I couldn't help but overhear your
> conversation."
"No problem. We gain knowledge by sharing it.
> "In regard to which, I'd have to say that I'd consider two
> percent to actually be a pretty good number. You don't have
> the Enlightened appearing on every corner in my world,
> either."
"That estimate includes those who can only do the
odd trick, making small items disappear when they
hold them, being able to change their hair colour,
that sort of thing.
> He looks thoughtful. "Or - are you talking just humans, or
> everyone? Not that the nonhuman population is statistically
> significant, at least, like I said, in my world. Um." He
> looks as if he might add something else but decides not to.
"The spread of magickally awakened is pretty even
throughout the races. It's fractionally higher
amongst us Elves, but not enough so to be
statistically significant, and overall we aren't
any better at using magick than Humans or Orks."
> >> "Wow. So your mages are all limited like human mages here,
> >> even the ones that aren't really humans anymore."
> >"I doubt if the Mages and Shaman would consider themselves
> >limited, other than their having to rediscover a lot of
> >knowledge before they can use their magick to its full
> >potential, but there are a lot of hints in the old writings
> >to things that we may never be able to do."
> "You'd be surprised what you can do, sometimes." A smile tugs
> at Jay's mouth. "And what's to say that what you discover now
> may not be as good or better than what's gone before?"
"We know we have one major advantage over the
previous cycles, technology. OK it's a dirty word
with a lot of my people but it can be used to do
a lot of good, and you don't need to be able to
cast spells to use it."
Jack.
--
... Being natural is simply a pose.
Kylinn
> Kylinn <kyl...@aol.comgoaway> wrote:
>> The discussion catches Jay's attention and he turns to listen.
>
>> "I take it you're a friend of Thumper's? Is this your first
>> visit to the Pub?"
>
>"I good friend, and yes. If Thumper hadn't called
>me and told me about htis place I'd never have
>guessed it could exist."
"I rather stumbled in here by accident the first time, myself."
For some reason Jay blushes slightly.
"It's quite a place, isn't it?"
>> He offers his hand. "Jay Harriman."
>
>"Jack. I could give you my family name, but it has
>three times as many consonants in it as anything
>designed to be spoken should have."
"East European?"
>> "Sorry for nosing in, but I couldn't help but overhear your
>> conversation."
>
>"No problem. We gain knowledge by sharing it.
"Guard the Mysteries," Jay murmurs as if he's quoting something,
"Constantly reveal them."
>> "In regard to which, I'd have to say that I'd consider two
>> percent to actually be a pretty good number. You don't have
>> the Enlightened appearing on every corner in my world,
>> either."
>
>"That estimate includes those who can only do the
>odd trick, making small items disappear when they
>hold them, being able to change their hair colour,
>that sort of thing.
"Hmm. Even so... what percentage of your, ah, mages are they?"
>> He looks thoughtful. "Or - are you talking just humans, or
>> everyone? Not that the nonhuman population is statistically
>> significant, at least, like I said, in my world. Um." He
>> looks as if he might add something else but decides not to.
>
>"The spread of magickally awakened is pretty even
>throughout the races. It's fractionally higher
>amongst us Elves,
Jay glances about automatically to see if Leigh is around.
>but not enough so to be
>statistically significant, and overall we aren't
>any better at using magick than Humans or Orks."
"Well, I don't know much about your people, or your world," Jay
says diplomatically. "Just what I picked up talking with Thumper
when I was here before."
>> >> "Wow. So your mages are all limited like human mages here,
>> >> even the ones that aren't really humans anymore."
>
>> >"I doubt if the Mages and Shaman would consider themselves
>> >limited, other than their having to rediscover a lot of
>> >knowledge before they can use their magick to its full
>> >potential, but there are a lot of hints in the old writings
>> >to things that we may never be able to do."
>
>> "You'd be surprised what you can do, sometimes." A smile tugs
>> at Jay's mouth. "And what's to say that what you discover now
>> may not be as good or better than what's gone before?"
>
>"We know we have one major advantage over the
>previous cycles, technology. OK it's a dirty word
>with a lot of my people but it can be used to do
>a lot of good, and you don't need to be able to
>cast spells to use it."
Jay smiles. "Well, I certainly have nothing against technology.
Being an engineer as well as Enlightened, I work with it all
the time myself."
>Jack.
-Jay
Martin Gleason
wrote:
> In article
> <officergleason-9C3...@netnews.attbi.com>,
> Martin Gleason <officer...@nospam.attbi.com> wrote:
>
> > > > "Thats...depressin'. A whole race o'vegetarians?"
>
> > > "Pretty much so. Our guts can handle a small amount of
> > > meat, but we don't need it and since every stage of the food
> > > chain is around a 90 percent drop in available energy,
> > > plants are more energy efficient, even if we have to eat
> > > more of them.
>
> > Paddy shrugs
> > "It can taste good...but you don't get the hunt."
>
> "How much intelligence does it take to sneak up on a leaf heh?
"Thats only part o'it"
> But neither do most of the omni and carni-vorous homids where
> I'm from, they get their meat ready prepared and prepacked from
> the local mart. There are rumours of werewolf packs out on the
> moors that hunt for food..."
>
> At the bar, Thumper suddenly looks troubled, as if he's upset at
> being reminded he's hiding something from someone.
>
> "... but I've never met one."
"You get used to the taste o'some types o'domestic meat...but the hunt
always brings out the best."
> > > I'm not going to advise a vegetarian lifestyle for others,
> > > Thumper is basically carnivorous, and most of my human
> > > friends are omnivores."
>
> > "Oh, thats much better...."
>
> "Meat does pack more energy into the smallest space, and I will
> admit that I do have the occasional Blat, but I wouldn't touch
> the burgers they sell in the Centro if my life depended on it."
"Blat?"
> > > > > My names Jack by the way, I'm a friend of Thumper here."
>
> > > > "Paddy. the owner. We've got....apples an' stuff for
> > > > you..."
>
> > > "An honour to meet you sir. And thank you, a couple of apples
> > > will be more than enough."
>
> > "good..." He tosses the elf a few granny smith apples (OOC:
> > Notice the Apples. no grandma's are tossed in WGP)
>
> Jack snags the apples out of the air cleanly, juggles them for a
> few seconds, then places all but one of them on the bar. The
> remaining apple he eats. Neatly.
>
> "Delicious. Granny Smiths? Lovely flavour they have."
"I like 'em. I try to eat a lot o'different things. Apples. Oranges.
Broccoli. Asparagus. Porterhouse, chicago cut, strip...."
Martin Gleason
mal...@aol.comunspam (Malada 2) wrote:
"Personally, I like good stories, with a touch o'drama. If I'm feelin'
particullarly romantic, then a nice little story about people findin'
people could give me a few tears. When all else fails, a story where
the Irish save the day will probably score you a free drink. Name's
Paddy, you?"
Paddy
Deeliebobbers...reminds me of a girl I met a ST Pat's day party
Martin Gleason
kyl...@aol.comgoaway (Kylinn) wrote:
> Martin Gleason <officer...@nospam.attbi.com> writes:
> > kyl...@aol.comgoaway (Kylinn) wrote:
> >> Martin Gleason <officer...@nospam.attbi.com> writes:
>
> >> >"It goes. People are either passed out, in the bathroom or just
> >> >bein' slow." he shrugs. "So, what'll have?"
> >>
> >> "Beer, thanks."
> >
> >Paddy looks jay up and down...
> >
> >"Pilsner man." He pulls Jay a nice glass of Urquell
> >
> >"Enjoy!"
>
> "Thanks," Jay says again.
>
> He raises the glass in a toast to Paddy and takes a swallow.
"Is it any good, or is my bar telepathy fadin'?"
> "So," he glances around, "How've things been? Has it been a
> long time for you since I was here with Kenny?"
"Its been a wee bit since you an' he were here. An', last time, you
seemed' a wee bit scared o'me...for whatever reason." he frowns at this
"I'm not near as bad as i've been made out to be."
> >Paddy
>
> -Jay
Wildwind
> >
> >"Depends on what kind of cake or pie we're talking about."
>
> "Angel food cake for me." Toby smiles impishly at Wildwind.
> " 'Cause it's so appropriate."
"Rhubarb tart! MMmmmmmm."
> "I... see. Of course, how silly of me."
"That's OK, I can see how it _could look like we're playing baseball,
but, we'd _never get away with it because Paddy never misses
_anything. Isn't that so Toby?."
> -Toby, and Jay
-Wildwind
Wildwind
>
> Then she giggles. "Oh! I've been like, so rude! I'm Dawn!
> Hi-ya!" she waves to everybody.
Like, Wildwind man, she like, waves right back at her...it's beautiful man.
> -Dawn
> You boys are _so_ uptight.
-Wildwind
ZOIKS!.
Laurence
Kylinn <kyl...@aol.comgoaway> wrote:
> Laurence <l...@argonet.co.uk> writes:
> > Kylinn <kyl...@aol.comgoaway> wrote:
> >> Laurence <l...@argonet.co.uk> writes:
> >> >"The legends are of intelligent, panpipe playing beings
> >> >with a seriously overactive sexdrive.
> >
> >> Toby snickers. "That's nothing at all like what our satyrs are
> >> like. Well, maybe just a little."
> >
> >"Interesting. Could you describe your worlds version?"
> Toby considers this request. "I dunno; I'm not much for
> description. But they're a little bit like what you said,
> except where they're not."
Jack laughs at this.
> "Do your satyrs have goat legs?"
"Yes. They're a bit smaller than legend suggests,
around 4 to 5 feet tall,but their physical shape
is pretty close, apart from their faces being
somewhat too pointed."
> >> >The reality on our world is that they are roughly
> >> >humanoid goats, with little sign of them being any more
> >> >intelligent than their base species.
> >> "Do they still have, like, goat stomachs an' all?"
> >"No one is sure. It's probable they do, but no one
> >has ever managed to obtain a dead example for study,
> >and we won't allow anyone to capture a live specimen.
> >For one thing they're to rare, and for another
> >they're the best indicators we have of pollution and
> >similar problems in an area. They're a lot more
> >sensitive than even our best instruments."
> "If they're that sensitive," Toby says skeptically, "Why don't
> you ever find dead ones?"
"We've managed to keep their territories very
clean, if things do get too bad for them they move
to another area. Clean water seems to be the one
thing they will never do without.
I really should have said, we never find a dead one
in a condition we can use for study. For some reason
they decay at an incredible rate once they die. We'd
have to have refrigerator units on the scene in a
matter of minutes if we wanted to have a body where
we could study their soft tissue whilst it was still
in something like living condition."
> >> >As I said there is one report, unfortunately it was made
> >> >by someone who had been lost for several days and was
> >> >suffering from dehydration, of Satyrs dancing to a tune
> >> >played by a Minotaur."
> >> "Nah, couldn't be - minotaurs and satyrs don't get along
> >> worth beans."
> >"It is only the one report, and the person who made
> >it could have been hallucinating, but we can't just
> >dismiss it."
> "Maybe it was a troll," Toby suggests. "Some of them are
> pretty good musicians, and they get along with satyrs like a
> house on fire."
"I'll suggest that the next study team the YET
send out includes a couple of Trolls."
> >> "U.G.E.?" Toby sighs pointedly. Jack really should learn to
> >> explain things better, his sigh says.
> >"Unexplained Genetic Expression, that's the
> >scientific phrase, and it's kept becasue we still
> >don't really know what casues it. The street term
> >is Goblinisation, but you'll never hear it used in
> >a friendly way."
> "Really?" Toby looks at Thumper in surprise. "So when you were
> talking about your past earlier you were trying to pick a
> fight with yourself?"
"Like most minorities, we will often take the words
that others intend hurtfully, and use them as badges
of honour."
> >> >"Certain frequencies of sound drive them to distraction."
> >> "Like dog whistles?" Toby brightens.
> >"One of the frequencies is in that sort of range,
> >but there are others, notably 174Hz, and 13 Hz.
> >This last one is very interesting as it's one of
> >the main frequencies given off by tectonic plates
> >rubbing against each other, and is nearly always
> >detected shortly before an earthquake. There are
> >a lot more Hellhounds in California than you'd
> >expect."
> "People import them as early warning systems?"
"Exactly."
> (re: Abrams Lobsters and moats)
> >"Dams aren't as ecologically friendly as some would
> >claim. Apart from a major change in the environment
> >from building one, there's all the upheaval of
> >building and maintaining it."
> Toby blinks. "What does that have to do with it? Did I say
> they were?"
"I thought you might feel that dams were an Elven
thing."
<Snip>
> >"Whilst normal otters do have a serious cute factor,
> Toby preens.
> >they don't have any abilities that would make them
> >useful to the corps, and the only meta-otter I'm
> >aware of is around 20 feet long and is ocean living.
> >I almost feel sorry for any teams a corp might send
> >out to try and catch one."
> "Well, that's good anyway," Toby says in satisfaction.
"Doubtless the Super Otter feels fairly pleased.
Although some fishing boat owners are less than
happy when one of them smashes its way through
the hull."
<Snip>
> >"It's only a theory, and we have no idea how it
> >could have been done anyway. It would require
> >either a level of technology they didn't have,
> >that we don't have for that matter, or a form of
> >magick that hasn't returned."
> "Don't forget the other possibility."
"That the records are exaggerated? Very unlikely.
Every point that we have been able to test
directly has proven to be accurate in its
descriptions."
> >> "What made the magic come back in your world? Does anyone
> >> know?"
> >"There are theories ranging from it being down to
> >chaos, through some strange alignment of the solar
> >system in relation to others, to there being some
> >kind of critical mass of life. Once the planet
> >reaches it, minute magickal fields generated by
> >every living thing begin to mesh into a planetwide
> >web which those sensitive enough can tap into.
> Toby looks dubious. "Unless your world's a lot different from
> ours... you think there's more life now than there used to be?"
"We know that as far as Homid forms go, there
are less now than there were sixty years ago.
The various forms of VITAS, sorry, Virally
Induced Toxic Allergy Syndrome, killed off
nearly a third of the worlds population during
its various incarnations. It still kills several
thousand people per year although it is dying
down now.
There was a theory that VITAS was one of the
triggers for the UGE starting, but it's not
currently considered a likely cause."
> >Basically we have no testable ideas."
> "Oh well."
"We will get to the bottom of it, although it
may take us until the end of the current
Awakened period."
> ><Snip>
> >> >"I see what you're getting at. Your people are
> >> >integrated with magick in a way we aren't. I'd guess
> >> >that all of your people can do magick almost as easily
> >> >as you can walk.
> >> "Of course," Toby blinks at Jack. He certainly seems to be
> >> a pretty good guesser for someone who hasn't ever met real
> >> fae before. "How could it be otherwise?"
> >"It is different for us."
> "Don't worry; it's not your fault."
"Oh, we know it isn't anyones fault, and if
the theory that we are changeing in stages is
correct, then we may be able to join your
people someday."
> ><OOC: Although most have no ability to use magick,
> >meta-species are more sensitive to the "field".
> >Jack can "sense" awakened beings even though he
> >doesn't do it consciously.>
> [ooc: Too bad Astarial's not around anymore; he'd really give
> Jack an eyefull. <g>]
<OOC: Jack has enough problems dealing with
the differences of the people who are in the
pub. Hitting him with Astarial would be to
hand him a first class ticket to Bedlam. :) >
> <snip>
> >"I doubt if the Mages and Shaman would consider
> >themselves limited, other than their having to
> >rediscover a lot of knowledge before they can use
> >their magick to its full potential, but there are
> >a lot of hints in the old writings to things that
> >we may never be able to do."
> "Certainly not if you think you can't," Toby agrees.
"We never take the attitude that we can't do
something... eventually. The problem is not
knowing how or where to start on learning what
we need to know in order to do it."
> >> Toby chews his lip and furrows his brow. "It's probably
> >> 'cause you're all humans with, like, add-ons, instead of
> >> being born properly of the summerlands."
> >"We are born, live, and die on Earth. Those of us
> >with magick can spend time in the Astral plane,
> >but it's never been considered Summerlands."
> "Of course not. The astral plane is just next door. The
> summerlands are more..." Toby circles his hand, "Around
> the corner."
"Interesting. There have been rumours that a
team of Shadowrunners were taken to a magickal
plane where the normal rules of magick don't
apply. For example, their Sam and Rigger were
able to get there despite their being about as
non-magickal as you can get."
> >> "Hey, where you're from, do any of you actually know the
> >> way to the far lands, or are you all stuck in the mortal
> >> realms?"
> >"Most of us don't even believe in Arcadia. As to
> >getting there, there may be six or seven people
> >who have a clue. I've met one, Harlay..."
> >Jack stops himself, shudders slightly,
> How interesting. "A motorbike?"
<OOC: Phonetically, his Old Elven name is
"Harlayah Quen". Jack had to stop himself from
using it as he's not sure that Harlequin can't
hear him, even here, and calling Harlequin's
attention to this place could prove to be "very
interesting".>
> >and continues speaking, but now using the modern name
> >of the person.
> >"... Harlequin. A strange guy. I saw him do a
> >couple of things that would have our most
> >powerful modern magick users booking into the
> >nearest Home for the Bewildered. His magick doesn't
> >follow any of the rules and limitations that they
> >believe in."
> "What kind of person is he?"
"That seems to change with the time of day, season,
what he had for breakfast, and how tight his pants
are. He's mercurial, infuriating, good humoured...
and one of the most charismatic people you could
ever meet. When he turns on the charm he could get
Policlub Humanis to accept Trolls as members."
> "What does _he say about it?"
"He simply tells us to accept what he can do, the
way he does.
And he won't talk about his past at all. We know
that he has done certain things, and some others
have all the hallmarks of his work. There are
writings from the last cycle concerning a being
which if it isn't him is someone so much like him
that it's enough to make you believe in
reincarnation."
> Maybe this Harlequin person is a real fae?
<OOC: Pretty much so. He's functionally immortal,
is so Awakened that he can drag people with no
magickal abilities at all into the Astral and
beyond, he doesn't have to think of how to create
a magickal efect, it just happens.>
> >> >Physads, Physical Adepts, for example can use magick
> >> >to adjust their own bodies, make them tougher, more
> >> >flexible, that sort of thing, but they could never
> >> >cast a spell on someone else."
> >> "Like werewolves?" Toby frowns.
> >"They're not dual beings like our were's. Sorry,
> >a dual being has two bodies. One exists in the
> >physical world, the other on the Astral plane.
> >The two bodies can and do swap places. I've heard
> >of were wolves, bears and tigers and there are
> >reports of other species.
> Toby purses his lips. "Don't they find that kinda inefficient?"
"Not really. It's difficult to tell really
whether they are one being with two bodies, or
two beings who are linked via magick and the
Astral."
> >There are rumours of a werespecies that has five
> >such bodies, Normal homid, a sort of caveman, a
> >huge furry being which has incredible strength,
> >toughness and aggressive tendencies, a Dire Wolf
> >or Worg, and a normal wolf. How they could stack
> >these bodies without crashing causality is
> >unknown.
> "Magic?"
"There's still the problem of two solid objects
occupying the same space, whether it happens in
the physical world or on the Astral Plane."
> >The conspiracy lovers have had a field
> >day with these beings, claiming that they run in
> >packs, that they are everywhere, that they are
> >maneaters, that they have infiltrated most of the
> >corps... but then they make similar claims for
> >Vampires, Wendigo, even us Elves."
> "So, does that mean they're wrong?"
"Well, the thought of Wendigo being interested
in corporate activities is rather mind boggling,
we Elves are almost exclusively vegetarian, and
I doubt if the three vampires known to exist in
Britain could be in more than one place each.
Why should the conspiracy theorists be any more
accurate with other races?"
> >> He turns around, "Hey, Paddy, don't werewolves do magick?"
> >> "Not that you should think Paddy's a werewolf," Toby
> >> quickly explains to Jack. "It's just that he's been around
> >> so much and worked here so long that he seems to know
> >> everything about, like, everything. And we do get the
> >> occasional werewolf in here once in a while."
> >"I'll look out for them."
> Toby looks around the Pub. Jessie isn't around, and of course
> he's already said that Paddy isn't a werewolf, but... "Well,
> you could always ask Wildwind, over there."
"You mean... Thanks. I'll have a word with her."
> >> "If any of them come in and you wanna be friendly, you
> >> should ask them to play frisbee with you," Toby suggests.
> >> "They all seem to be crazy about the game."
> >"Well, I don't thiink I'd fancy being used as a
> >frisbee, but I'll remember that they like the game."
> "Oh, yeah. Wouldn't you like it if you were canine?"
"I like it anyway. Frisbee Golf is my personal
favourite."
> >Jack.
> >You are dreams and legends made real. I could
> >drive hundreds of my people to total distraction
> >just by describing you.
> -Toby
> Oooh, do it, do it! (Have you realized yet that you're
> talking to a pooka?)
Jack.
Not yet.
--
... I am Quebec, of Borg. Confederation is irrelevant. Assimilation is futile.
Malada 2
>>She grins. "Oh cool! A bar! Call you later Nancy!" She pops
>>the phone in her purse and looks around. Under the pub's Glamour
>>spotlight her Fae nature starts to shine through.
>>
>>She's green. With antennas coming out of her head.
>
>Oooooh. Toby bounces over, grinning.
>
>>She flounces over to the bar and smiles at Paddy. "So like,
>>what sort of stories do you like, like?"
>
>"Mostly epic comedies," Toby says. "And limericks, for some
>reason."
>
>He bows grandly. "Tobias Colin Maxwell, at your service."
She giggles at him. "Oh, like - Hi! I'm Dawn. I've been out
shopping and I like *so* needed a drink and then I'd thought
I'd step into the Buffateria for like, a smoothie or something
and like, I'm here! Like, wow!"
"But I don't know any epic comedies except for maybe, like,
my *life* or something. But that's boooooooring. Maybe
Mr. Bartender can give me some ideas."
>>-Someone New
>>Like, hi!
>
>-Toby, otter pooka
> Kithmate!
-Dawn
Malada 2
>> She grins. "Oh cool! A bar! Call you later Nancy!" She pups
>> the phone in her purse and looks around. Under the pub's Glamour
>> spotlight her Fae nature starts to shine through.
>>
>> She's green. With antennas coming out of her head.
>>
>> She flounces over to the bar and smiles at Paddy. "So like,
>> what sort of stories do you like, like?"
>
>"Personally, I like good stories, with a touch o'drama. If I'm feelin'
>particullarly romantic, then a nice little story about people findin'
>people could give me a few tears. When all else fails, a story where
>the Irish save the day will probably score you a free drink. Name's
>Paddy, you?"
"I'm Dawn! It's soooooo good to be here!" she gushes.
"Now let's see, good stories..." she puts a hand (claw?) to her
cheek and taps her foot. "I don't know any real good stories.
But I can tell them pretty well!"
"Like, there was this guy? He name's O'Battins?
He like, finds this bracelet? And it's a magical bracelet?
And he thinks it's so cool - 'cause it lets him walk through
walls? But it's EVIL. It's soooo evil even his bestest mage
friend Lunge won't touch it."
"So he goes on this really, really long trip, you see? To
get rid of it? But you can only destroy it by throwing it
in this lava pit? Only the lava pit is in the middle of this
yucky evil place called, oh... what was it... Modred?
And it's ruled by this real EVIL guy who made the bracelet
and he wants it back like, yesterday... last Tuesday."
"So, O'Bannon goes with his bestest buds to go sneak in
to Motown and destroy the bracelet. And their's sneaky
BAD GUYS and really Ugly Dudes who they have to avoid?
But the bracelet is turning O'Bantley evil too.... like he
wants to keep it like it's something real precious or something."
"And they fight..." she makes jabs with an Air Sword, "beasties
and Uggggggglllly nasty things all the way to the lava pit and
in the end O'Baggins throws the bracelet in! At risk of his own
life and limb! And all the BAD GUYS and real EVIL dude goes
like... oh shoot, I've gotta go!"
"And they all lived happily ever after."
Her antennas bounce happily. "Wasn't that good?"
>Paddy
>Deeliebobbers...reminds me of a girl I met a ST Pat's day party
-Dawn
Natural Blonde
Laurence
> >Malada 2 <mal...@aol.comunspam> wrote:
> >> She's green. With antennas coming out of her head.
> >The reactions of Thumper and Jack are very similar. They both
> >become much more wary, turning slightly so they can keep an
> >eye on the newcomer. Thumper glances over at Lulu as if
> >wondering if he can reach and load her fast enough or if
> >he'll have to use the gun as a club.
> She cocks her head to look at first one, then the other. "Oh
> chill boys! What's a big guy like you and an impostor like
> you have to worry about? Like, I'm just girl you know!"
Jack responds first.
"If you say so. It's just that you remind me of... someone."
Thumper is slightly more forthcoming.
"Sorry, yo' look like one o' them Mantis Shaman, an' 'ntill yo'
know wha' a mantis's afte' 's a good idea t' worry."
> She looks into the gloom and possibly spies Leigh in the
> corner.
> Then she giggles. "Oh! I've been like, so rude! I'm Dawn!
> Hi-ya!" she waves to everybody.
> -Dawn
> You boys are _so_ uptight.
Thumper and Jack...
With reason when a Mantis Shaman walks into the bar you're in.
--
... Bugs Bunny is a Hare Brain.
Laurence
<officergleason-496...@netnews.attbi.com>,
Martin Gleason <officer...@nospam.attbi.com> wrote:
> > > Paddy shrugs
> > > "It can taste good...but you don't get the hunt."
> > "How much intelligence does it take to sneak up on a leaf
> > heh?
> "Thats only part o'it"
"I can see and even feel the allure of the hunt, although the
kind of things I hunt at work aren't much by way of prey, and
those I've occasionally gone after with friends wouldn't make
good eating unless you're into cannibalism, but even there the
kind of hunting I do is all in the mind."
> > But neither do most of the omni and carni-vorous homids
> > where I'm from, they get their meat ready prepared and
> > prepacked from the local mart. There are rumours of werewolf
> > packs out on the moors that hunt for food..."
> > At the bar, Thumper suddenly looks troubled, as if he's
> > upset at being reminded he's hiding something from someone.
> > "... but I've never met one."
> "You get used to the taste o'some types o'domestic meat...but
> the hunt always brings out the best."
"I'll take your word for it."
> > "Meat does pack more energy into the smallest space, and I
> > will admit that I do have the occasional Blat, but I
> > wouldn't touch the burgers they sell in the Centro if my
> > life depended on it."
> "Blat?"
"Bacon, Lettuce And Tomato. One of the gods best creations."
> > "Delicious. Granny Smiths? Lovely flavour they have."
> "I like 'em. I try to eat a lot o'different things. Apples.
> Oranges. Broccoli. Asparagus. Porterhouse, chicago cut,
> strip...."
"It's a good idea to have a wide range in tastes. And it's an
excellent idea to exercise your tastebuds whenever you get the
chance."
Jack.
--
... I Have To Stop Now, My Fingers Are Getting Hoarse!
Kylinn
>kyl...@aol.comgoaway (Kylinn) wrote in message
>news:<20031211215945...@mb-m07.aol.com>...
>> >"Depends on what kind of cake or pie we're talking about."
>>
>> "Angel food cake for me." Toby smiles impishly at Wildwind.
>> " 'Cause it's so appropriate."
>
>"Rhubarb tart! MMmmmmmm."
"Ha! I knew you're a tart... eater."
[ooc: Nice pun. Too bad Toby didn't catch it. <g>]
>> "I... see. Of course, how silly of me."
>
>"That's OK, I can see how it _could look like we're playing baseball,
>but, we'd _never get away with it because Paddy never misses
>_anything. Isn't that so Toby?."
"Oh, you bet!" Toby bounces. "Not even when he's not here. He has
eyes in the back of his head and ears in the walls!"
>-Wildwind
-Toby
Kylinn
> kyl...@aol.comgoaway (Kylinn) wrote:
>> Martin Gleason <officer...@nospam.attbi.com> writes:
>> >"Pilsner man." He pulls Jay a nice glass of Urquell
>> >
>> >"Enjoy!"
>>
>> "Thanks," Jay says again.
>>
>> He raises the glass in a toast to Paddy and takes a swallow.
>
>"Is it any good, or is my bar telepathy fadin'?"
"It's good," Jay assures Paddy.
He takes another mouthful, thoughtfully. "Isn't this the same you
served me last time? Not that I'm complaining."
>> "So," he glances around, "How've things been? Has it been a
>> long time for you since I was here with Kenny?"
>
>"Its been a wee bit since you an' he were here. An', last time, you
>seemed' a wee bit scared o'me...for whatever reason." he frowns at
>this
Jay looks a bit puzzled. "Are you sure you aren't thinking of
Kenny? I remember that he was a bit thrown at meeting Garou."
>"I'm not near as bad as i've been made out to be."
"I could say the same thing." Jay smiles companionably.
>Paddy
-Jay
Kylinn
>"I'm Dawn! It's soooooo good to be here!" she gushes.
>
>"Now let's see, good stories..." she puts a hand (claw?) to her
>cheek and taps her foot. "I don't know any real good stories.
>But I can tell them pretty well!"
Toby oozes into the thread.
>"Like, there was this guy? He name's O'Battins?
>He like, finds this bracelet? And it's a magical bracelet?
>And he thinks it's so cool - 'cause it lets him walk through
>walls? But it's EVIL. It's soooo evil even his bestest mage
>friend Lunge won't touch it."
This story sounds just a bit familiar.
<snip>
>"And they fight..." she makes jabs with an Air Sword, "beasties
>and Uggggggglllly nasty things all the way to the lava pit and
>in the end O'Baggins throws the bracelet in! At risk of his own
>life and limb! And all the BAD GUYS and real EVIL dude goes
>like... oh shoot, I've gotta go!"
>
>"And they all lived happily ever after."
>
>Her antennas bounce happily. "Wasn't that good?"
"Yes!" Toby says decisively. What other answer is possible.
>-Dawn
>Natural Blonde
-Toby
Kylinn
> Kylinn <kyl...@aol.comgoaway> wrote:
>> Laurence <l...@argonet.co.uk> writes:
<snip>
>I really should have said, we never find a dead one
>in a condition we can use for study. For some reason
>they decay at an incredible rate once they die. We'd
>have to have refrigerator units on the scene in a
>matter of minutes if we wanted to have a body where
>we could study their soft tissue whilst it was still
>in something like living condition."
"Oh."
>> "Maybe it was a troll," Toby suggests. "Some of them are
>> pretty good musicians, and they get along with satyrs like a
>> house on fire."
>
>"I'll suggest that the next study team the YET
>send out includes a couple of Trolls."
"Only if you have proper green musical ones."
>> >"Unexplained Genetic Expression, that's the
>> >scientific phrase, and it's kept becasue we still
>> >don't really know what casues it. The street term
>> >is Goblinisation, but you'll never hear it used in
>> >a friendly way."
>
>> "Really?" Toby looks at Thumper in surprise. "So when you were
>> talking about your past earlier you were trying to pick a
>> fight with yourself?"
>
>"Like most minorities, we will often take the words
>that others intend hurtfully, and use them as badges
>of honour."
"Oh. You mean like," he glances around, and leans forward to
whisper, "bartender."
[ooc: name that reference!]
>> (re: Abrams Lobsters and moats)
>
>> >"Dams aren't as ecologically friendly as some would
>> >claim. Apart from a major change in the environment
>> >from building one, there's all the upheaval of
>> >building and maintaining it."
>
>> Toby blinks. "What does that have to do with it? Did I say
>> they were?"
>
>"I thought you might feel that dams were an Elven
>thing."
Toby frowns. "Why?"
<Snip>
>> >they don't have any abilities that would make them
>> >useful to the corps, and the only meta-otter I'm
>> >aware of is around 20 feet long and is ocean living.
>> >I almost feel sorry for any teams a corp might send
>> >out to try and catch one."
>
>> "Well, that's good anyway," Toby says in satisfaction.
>
>"Doubtless the Super Otter feels fairly pleased.
>Although some fishing boat owners are less than
>happy when one of them smashes its way through
>the hull."
Toby whoops and punches a fist in the air. "Go otter! Otter power!"
><Snip>
>
>> >"It's only a theory, and we have no idea how it
>> >could have been done anyway. It would require
>> >either a level of technology they didn't have,
>> >that we don't have for that matter, or a form of
>> >magick that hasn't returned."
>
>> "Don't forget the other possibility."
>
>"That the records are exaggerated? Very unlikely.
>Every point that we have been able to test
>directly has proven to be accurate in its
>descriptions."
"Okay, that's a fifth possibility," Toby says.
>> Toby looks dubious. "Unless your world's a lot different from
>> ours... you think there's more life now than there used to be?"
>
>"We know that as far as Homid forms go, there
>are less now than there were sixty years ago.
>The various forms of VITAS, sorry, Virally
>Induced Toxic Allergy Syndrome, killed off
>nearly a third of the worlds population during
>its various incarnations. It still kills several
>thousand people per year although it is dying
>down now.
"Oh, well, and of course only human-type life counts," Toby says
scornfully.
>> >Basically we have no testable ideas."
>
>> "Oh well."
>
>"We will get to the bottom of it, although it
>may take us until the end of the current
>Awakened period."
"You expect to Fade again?"
<Snip>
>> >"It is different for us."
>
>> "Don't worry; it's not your fault."
>
>"Oh, we know it isn't anyones fault, and if
>the theory that we are changeing in stages is
>correct, then we may be able to join your
>people someday."
Toby snorts. "Real likely."
>> <snip>
>
>> >"I doubt if the Mages and Shaman would consider
>> >themselves limited, other than their having to
>> >rediscover a lot of knowledge before they can use
>> >their magick to its full potential, but there are
>> >a lot of hints in the old writings to things that
>> >we may never be able to do."
>
>> "Certainly not if you think you can't," Toby agrees.
>
>"We never take the attitude that we can't do
>something... eventually. The problem is not
>knowing how or where to start on learning what
>we need to know in order to do it."
"So you learn everything." Isn't it obvious?
>> >"We are born, live, and die on Earth. Those of us
>> >with magick can spend time in the Astral plane,
>> >but it's never been considered Summerlands."
>
>> "Of course not. The astral plane is just next door. The
>> summerlands are more..." Toby circles his hand, "Around
>> the corner."
>
>"Interesting. There have been rumours that a
>team of Shadowrunners were taken to a magickal
>plane where the normal rules of magick don't
>apply. For example, their Sam and Rigger were
>able to get there despite their being about as
>non-magickal as you can get."
"Well, how would you judge this place?" Toby waves a hand to
encompass the Pub. "Though it's true Thumper had an awful time
getting in here. Didn't you, Thumper?"
>> >"Most of us don't even believe in Arcadia. As to
>> >getting there, there may be six or seven people
>> >who have a clue. I've met one, Harlay..."
>
>> >Jack stops himself, shudders slightly,
>
>> How interesting. "A motorbike?"
><OOC: Phonetically, his Old Elven name is
>"Harlayah Quen". Jack had to stop himself from
>using it as he's not sure that Harlequin can't
>hear him, even here, and calling Harlequin's
>attention to this place could prove to be "very
>interesting".>
[ooc: Toby approves of interesting.]
>> "What kind of person is he?"
>
>"That seems to change with the time of day, season,
>what he had for breakfast, and how tight his pants
>are. He's mercurial, infuriating, good humoured...
>and one of the most charismatic people you could
>ever meet. When he turns on the charm he could get
>Policlub Humanis to accept Trolls as members."
"Oh," Enlightenment, and disdain. "Sidhe."
>> "What does _he say about it?"
>
>"He simply tells us to accept what he can do, the
>way he does.
>
>And he won't talk about his past at all. We know
>that he has done certain things, and some others
>have all the hallmarks of his work. There are
>writings from the last cycle concerning a being
>which if it isn't him is someone so much like him
>that it's enough to make you believe in
>reincarnation."
"No such thing," Toby says with certainty. "At least, we've never
seen any evidence of it."
>> >"They're not dual beings like our were's. Sorry,
>> >a dual being has two bodies. One exists in the
>> >physical world, the other on the Astral plane.
>> >The two bodies can and do swap places. I've heard
>> >of were wolves, bears and tigers and there are
>> >reports of other species.
>
>> Toby purses his lips. "Don't they find that kinda inefficient?"
>
>"Not really. It's difficult to tell really
>whether they are one being with two bodies, or
>two beings who are linked via magick and the
>Astral."
Toby shrugs. Whatever.
>> >There are rumours of a werespecies that has five
>> >such bodies, Normal homid, a sort of caveman, a
>> >huge furry being which has incredible strength,
>> >toughness and aggressive tendencies, a Dire Wolf
>> >or Worg, and a normal wolf. How they could stack
>> >these bodies without crashing causality is
>> >unknown.
>
>> "Magic?"
>
>"There's still the problem of two solid objects
>occupying the same space, whether it happens in
>the physical world or on the Astral Plane."
"Why would it have to?"
>> >The conspiracy lovers have had a field
>> >day with these beings, claiming that they run in
>> >packs, that they are everywhere, that they are
>> >maneaters, that they have infiltrated most of the
>> >corps... but then they make similar claims for
>> >Vampires, Wendigo, even us Elves."
Something about this jogs Toby's memory. He looks quickly over to
see if Wildwind heard. "What's a Wendy-thing?"
>> "So, does that mean they're wrong?"
>
>"Well, the thought of Wendigo being interested
>in corporate activities is rather mind boggling,
>we Elves are almost exclusively vegetarian, and
>I doubt if the three vampires known to exist in
>Britain could be in more than one place each.
"Only three vampires? What a shame; they're all so great to have
around when you're planning a wedding, too."
>Why should the conspiracy theorists be any more
>accurate with other races?"
"Okay: 'Why should the conspiracy theorists be any more accurate
with the other race?'" Toby waits for the punchline.
>> >> And we do get the
>> >> occasional werewolf in here once in a while."
>
>> >"I'll look out for them."
>
>> Toby looks around the Pub. Jessie isn't around, and of course
>> he's already said that Paddy isn't a werewolf, but... "Well,
>> you could always ask Wildwind, over there."
>
>"You mean... Thanks. I'll have a word with her."
"Not that I'd ever be critical or anything, but you might get
further if you speak more than one word. One word can be kinda
limiting sometimes. Of course, you know best."
>> >Jack.
>> >You are dreams and legends made real. I could
>> >drive hundreds of my people to total distraction
>> >just by describing you.
>
>> -Toby
>> Oooh, do it, do it! (Have you realized yet that you're
>> talking to a pooka?)
>
>Jack.
>Not yet.
-Toby
<VBEG>
Kylinn
>kyl...@aol.comgoaway (Kylinn) writes:
>>He bows grandly. "Tobias Colin Maxwell, at your service."
>
>She giggles at him. "Oh, like - Hi! I'm Dawn. I've been out
>shopping and I like *so* needed a drink and then I'd thought
>I'd step into the Buffateria for like, a smoothie or something
>and like, I'm here! Like, wow!"
"Incredible!" Toby marvels. "Usually people have to go through all
kinds of quests an' stuff before they can find this place. Some
hunt for it for years without ever getting here. And here you are,
all by accident because you were hungry. I bet it likes you!"
>"But I don't know any epic comedies except for maybe, like,
>my *life* or something. But that's boooooooring. Maybe
>Mr. Bartender can give me some ideas."
"Limericks are what'll please Paddy best," Toby repeats. "But you
could tell the story of your life if you put it in rhymed couplets,
maybe."
"If there's anything interesting in it, maybe. You know, like
just being an ordinary person all the time kinda thing."
>-Dawn
-Toby
Wildwind
<snip>
> >> >The conspiracy lovers have had a field
> >> >day with these beings, claiming that they run in
> >> >packs, that they are everywhere, that they are
> >> >maneaters, that they have infiltrated most of the
> >> >corps... but then they make similar claims for
> >> >Vampires, Wendigo, even us Elves."
>
> Something about this jogs Toby's memory. He looks quickly over to
> see if Wildwind heard. "What's a Wendy-thing?"
She heard him allright. "The Wendigo in Thumper and Jacks world aren't
the same as The Wind Walker...fortunately for them." Wildwind ponders
what she could achieve with a _pack of 'her world' Wendigo, shudders
then grins in a rather unpleasant manner.
> >> "So, does that mean they're wrong?"
> >
> >"Well, the thought of Wendigo being interested
> >in corporate activities is rather mind boggling,
> >we Elves are almost exclusively vegetarian, and
> >I doubt if the three vampires known to exist in
> >Britain could be in more than one place each.
"The Wind Walker _is interested in corporate activities, the oil
industries activities interest him greatly for instance, but, his
interest usually involves obliterating them."
> >"You mean... Thanks. I'll have a word with her."
>
> "Not that I'd ever be critical or anything, but you might get
> further if you speak more than one word. One word can be kinda
> limiting sometimes. Of course, you know best."
The tall, dark haired woman strolls over. "Hi. I'm Wildwind or
Ge-ya-da-hi U-nu-le, if you feel like being politically correct." She
offers Jack her hand.
> -Toby
> <VBEG>
Wildwind
Laurence
Kylinn <kyl...@aol.comgoaway> wrote:
> Laurence <l...@argonet.co.uk> writes:
> > Kylinn <kyl...@aol.comgoaway> wrote:
> >> "I take it you're a friend of Thumper's? Is this your first
> >> visit to the Pub?"
> >"A good friend, and yes. If Thumper hadn't called
> >me and told me about htis place I'd never have
> >guessed it could exist."
> "I rather stumbled in here by accident the first time,
> myself."
> For some reason Jay blushes slightly.
> "It's quite a place, isn't it?"
"If you will allow me to quote another character with
pointed ears, fascinating. Toby alone is more than I
ever hoped to meet in my lifetime."
> >> He offers his hand. "Jay Harriman."
> >"Jack. I could give you my family name, but it has
> >three times as many consonants in it as anything
> >designed to be spoken should have."
> "East European?"
"Got it. As soon as I could, I abandoned it and got
an Old Elven one, not that it's much better in the
pronunciation department. At work I'm down as Jack
Jackson, it keeps their computers happy for me to
have a surname."
> >> "Sorry for nosing in, but I couldn't help but overhear your
> >> conversation."
> >"No problem. We gain knowledge by sharing it.
> "Guard the Mysteries," Jay murmurs as if he's quoting
> something, "Constantly reveal them."
"That sounds like a straight translation of one of
the Old Elven sayings we rediscovered a couple of
years ago."
> >> "In regard to which, I'd have to say that I'd consider two
> >> percent to actually be a pretty good number. You don't have
> >> the Enlightened appearing on every corner in my world,
> >> either."
> >
> >"That estimate includes those who can only do the
> >odd trick, making small items disappear when they
> >hold them, being able to change their hair colour,
> >that sort of thing.
> "Hmm. Even so... what percentage of your, ah, mages are they?"
"The numbers are rough, but approximately 60 percent
are tricksters, around 30 percent are Adepts of one
form or another, and the remaining 10 percent are
full Mages or Shaman.
> Jay glances about automatically to see if Leigh is around.
Jack will notice the glance, but doesn't take it up.
> "Well, I don't know much about your people, or your world,"
> Jay says diplomatically. "Just what I picked up talking with
> Thumper when I was here before."
"Thumper's great for street info, if you want to
know which of the go-gangs are about to go
agricultural he's the one who'll know but he
doesn't care much for the bigger picture."
> >"We know we have one major advantage over the
> >previous cycles, technology. OK it's a dirty word
> >with a lot of my people but it can be used to do
> >a lot of good, and you don't need to be able to
> >cast spells to use it."
> Jay smiles. "Well, I certainly have nothing against
> technology. Being an engineer as well as Enlightened, I work
> with it all the time myself."
Jacks smile broadens slightly. Another
technophile to talk with.
"What speciality? I'm communications myself.
Trids, BTL's, that sort of thing."
Jack.
--
... If resistance is futile, the streets would be very dark at night.
Malada 2
>mal...@aol.comunspam (Malada 2) writes:
>
>>"I'm Dawn! It's soooooo good to be here!" she gushes.
>>
>>"Now let's see, good stories..." she puts a hand (claw?) to her
>>cheek and taps her foot. "I don't know any real good stories.
>>But I can tell them pretty well!"
>
>Toby oozes into the thread.
>
>>"Like, there was this guy? He name's O'Battins?
>>He like, finds this bracelet? And it's a magical bracelet?
>>And he thinks it's so cool - 'cause it lets him walk through
>>walls? But it's EVIL. It's soooo evil even his bestest mage
>>friend Lunge won't touch it."
>
>This story sounds just a bit familiar.
[ooc: oh? :-) ]
><snip>
>>"And they fight..." she makes jabs with an Air Sword, "beasties
>>and Uggggggglllly nasty things all the way to the lava pit and
>>in the end O'Baggins throws the bracelet in! At risk of his own
>>life and limb! And all the BAD GUYS and real EVIL dude goes
>>like... oh shoot, I've gotta go!"
>>
>>"And they all lived happily ever after."
>>
>>Her antennas bounce happily. "Wasn't that good?"
>
>"Yes!" Toby says decisively. What other answer is possible.
"See? I told you I can tell a great story!" she preens.
"So what do you do for fun around here?" she asks innocently.
>>-Dawn
>>Natural Blonde
>
>-Toby
Dawn
Malada 2
>mal...@aol.comunspam (Malada 2) writes:
>>kyl...@aol.comgoaway (Kylinn) writes:
>
>>>He bows grandly. "Tobias Colin Maxwell, at your service."
>>
>>She giggles at him. "Oh, like - Hi! I'm Dawn. I've been out
>>shopping and I like *so* needed a drink and then I'd thought
>>I'd step into the Buffateria for like, a smoothie or something
>>and like, I'm here! Like, wow!"
>
>"Incredible!" Toby marvels. "Usually people have to go through all
>kinds of quests an' stuff before they can find this place.
"Well, if you count getting just the peeerrrrrfect sweater on a sale
day, then I'm a hero!"
She pulls out from her bag a BRIGHT YELLOW sweater.
"Isn't it great? I wanted something nice and mellow to
go with my brown pants."
>Some
>hunt for it for years without ever getting here. And here you are,
>all by accident because you were hungry. I bet it likes you!"
"Who wouldn't like me! I'm wonderful!"
>>"But I don't know any epic comedies except for maybe, like,
>>my *life* or something. But that's boooooooring. Maybe
>>Mr. Bartender can give me some ideas."
>
>"Limericks are what'll please Paddy best," Toby repeats. "But you
>could tell the story of your life if you put it in rhymed couplets,
>maybe."
>
>"If there's anything interesting in it, maybe. You know, like
>just being an ordinary person all the time kinda thing."
"Oh like, my life is sooooo booooring. It's like, I'm Miss
Ordinary every day!"
>>-Dawn
>
>-Toby
-Dawn
You're cute
Malada 2
> Malada 2 <mal...@aol.comunspam> wrote:
>> Laurence <l...@argonet.co.uk> writes:
>
>> >Malada 2 <mal...@aol.comunspam> wrote:
>
>> >> She's green. With antennas coming out of her head.
>
>> >The reactions of Thumper and Jack are very similar. They both
>> >become much more wary, turning slightly so they can keep an
>> >eye on the newcomer. Thumper glances over at Lulu as if
>> >wondering if he can reach and load her fast enough or if
>> >he'll have to use the gun as a club.
>
>> She cocks her head to look at first one, then the other. "Oh
>> chill boys! What's a big guy like you and an impostor like
>> you have to worry about? Like, I'm just girl you know!"
>
>Jack responds first.
>
>"If you say so. It's just that you remind me of... someone."
"Oh? Do I have a twin?" she giggles.
>Thumper is slightly more forthcoming.
>
>"Sorry, yo' look like one o' them Mantis Shaman, an' 'ntill yo'
>know wha' a mantis's afte' 's a good idea t' worry."
"Well I'm not a shaman!" she says with a huff. "I don't
go shaking beads and rattles and feathers at people or
do sweat lodges. That's just silly."
>> -Dawn
>> You boys are _so_ uptight.
>
>Thumper and Jack...
>With reason when a Mantis Shaman walks into the bar you're in.
-Dawn
I mean like, really.
Laurence
Kylinn <kyl...@aol.comgoaway> wrote:
> Laurence <l...@argonet.co.uk> writes:
> > Kylinn <kyl...@aol.comgoaway> wrote:
> >> Laurence <l...@argonet.co.uk> writes:
> <snip>
> >I really should have said, we never find a dead one
> >in a condition we can use for study. For some reason
> >they decay at an incredible rate once they die. We'd
> >have to have refrigerator units on the scene in a
> >matter of minutes if we wanted to have a body where
> >we could study their soft tissue whilst it was still
> >in something like living condition."
> "Oh."
"It's just one of many oddities you run into when
you're working with Meta-species. Sometimes the
legends are accurate, sometimes they're so far off
you'd think that they had been deliberately
altered, and sometimes they just don't tell you
what you need to know."
> >> "Maybe it was a troll," Toby suggests. "Some of them are
> >> pretty good musicians, and they get along with satyrs like a
> >> house on fire."
> >"I'll suggest that the next study team the YET
> >send out includes a couple of Trolls."
> "Only if you have proper green musical ones."
"We have quite a colony of Indian Trolls and a
lot of Chinese ones in Merseysprawl, but I
don't think we have any green ones. Is the
colour obligatory?"
> >> >"Unexplained Genetic Expression, that's the
> >> >scientific phrase, and it's kept becasue we still
> >> >don't really know what casues it. The street term
> >> >is Goblinisation, but you'll never hear it used in
> >> >a friendly way."
> >> "Really?" Toby looks at Thumper in surprise. "So when you
> >> were talking about your past earlier you were trying to
> >> pick a fight with yourself?"
> >"Like most minorities, we will often take the words that
> >others intend hurtfully, and use them as badges of honour."
> "Oh. You mean like," he glances around, and leans forward to
> whisper, "bartender."
Jack will whisper back:
"Yeh, that sort of thing."
> [ooc: name that reference!]
<OOC: "I'm sorry, I haven't a clue" >
> >> Toby blinks. "What does that have to do with it? Did I say
> >> they were?"
> >"I thought you might feel that dams were an Elven
> >thing."
> Toby frowns. "Why?"
"A lot of people do, since they don't produce much
visible pollution once they're running."
> <Snip>
> >"Doubtless the Super Otter feels fairly pleased.
> >Although some fishing boat owners are less than
> >happy when one of them smashes its way through
> >the hull."
> Toby whoops and punches a fist in the air. "Go otter! Otter
> power!"
Jack chuckles.
"I suppose it is a bit unfair of them when they
gather all that lovely fish in one place, and
then complain when someone comes along and eats
it."
<Snip>
> >> "Don't forget the other possibility."
> >"That the records are exaggerated? Very unlikely.
> >Every point that we have been able to test
> >directly has proven to be accurate in its
> >descriptions."
> "Okay, that's a fifth possibility," Toby says.
"So, what was the fourth? We don't want to miss
a possible line of investigation."
> >"We know that as far as Homid forms go, there
> >are less now than there were sixty years ago.
> >The various forms of VITAS, sorry, Virally
> >Induced Toxic Allergy Syndrome, killed off
> >nearly a third of the worlds population during
> >its various incarnations. It still kills several
> >thousand people per year although it is dying
> >down now.
> "Oh, well, and of course only human-type life counts," Toby
> says scornfully.
"So far all the varients of Vitas have only
affected homids. Some of our inner cities lost
nearly half their population, and some rural
areas in the Third World were hit even harder
But even before the Awakening Humans had
managed to wipe out a lot of species. OK,
those that adapted to having humans around
were increasing rapidly, but I don't think
the overall density of life was increasing."
> >"We will get to the bottom of it, although it
> >may take us until the end of the current
> >Awakened period."
> "You expect to Fade again?"
"It's happened before, if the writings are
accurate it's happened several times. The
last Awakening was very short lived and low
powered. This one is shaping up to be a
major event which could last over a thousand
years."
> <Snip>
> >"Oh, we know it isn't anyones fault, and if
> >the theory that we are changeing in stages is
> >correct, then we may be able to join your
> >people someday."
> Toby snorts. "Real likely."
"Don't discount it as a possibility."
> >> <snip>
> >"We never take the attitude that we can't do
> >something... eventually. The problem is not
> >knowing how or where to start on learning what
> >we need to know in order to do it."
> "So you learn everything." Isn't it obvious?
"That could take too long."
> >"Interesting. There have been rumours that a
> >team of Shadowrunners were taken to a magickal
> >plane where the normal rules of magick don't
> >apply. For example, their Sam and Rigger were
> >able to get there despite their being about as
> >non-magickal as you can get."
> "Well, how would you judge this place?" Toby waves a hand to
> encompass the Pub. "Though it's true Thumper had an awful time
> getting in here. Didn't you, Thumper?"
Thumper looks over.
"Dropped in b' acciden'. Don' kno' if A could
fin' th' place again if A left."
Jack looks around carefully.
"I don't know enough about it yet. Clearly at
least two worlds have access to it. Perhaps I
could venture a guess in a few hours."
<Snip>
> ><OOC: Phonetically, his Old Elven name is
> >"Harlayah Quen". Jack had to stop himself from
> >using it as he's not sure that Harlequin can't
> >hear him, even here, and calling Harlequin's
> >attention to this place could prove to be "very
> >interesting".>
> [ooc: Toby approves of interesting.]
<OOC: Even Toby might find Harlequin a bit
much to handle. He's the closest thing to
an unstoppable force you'll ever find
walking on two legs.>
> >> "What kind of person is he?"
> >"That seems to change with the time of day, season,
> >what he had for breakfast, and how tight his pants
> >are. He's mercurial, infuriating, good humoured...
> >and one of the most charismatic people you could
> >ever meet. When he turns on the charm he could get
> >Policlub Humanis to accept Trolls as members."
> "Oh," Enlightenment, and disdain. "Sidhe."
"If our legends of the Sidhe are anything to
go by, they'd drum him out of their ranks in
a matter of days. His sense of humour is far
too impish for their style."
> >> "What does _he say about it?"
> >"He simply tells us to accept what he can do, the
> >way he does.
> >And he won't talk about his past at all. We know
> >that he has done certain things, and some others
> >have all the hallmarks of his work. There are
> >writings from the last cycle concerning a being
> >which if it isn't him is someone so much like him
> >that it's enough to make you believe in
> >reincarnation."
> "No such thing," Toby says with certainty. "At least, we've
> never seen any evidence of it."
"It's just a possibility, most people who've met
Harlequin and have read the relevent writings
dismiss the idea too. The similarities are just
too great, right down to the prosthetic right
ear. If it was reincarnation, that wouldn't
carry over."
> >> >There are rumours of a werespecies that has five
> >> >such bodies, Normal homid, a sort of caveman, a
> >> >huge furry being which has incredible strength,
> >> >toughness and aggressive tendencies, a Dire Wolf
> >> >or Worg, and a normal wolf. How they could stack
> >> >these bodies without crashing causality is
> >> >unknown.
> >> "Magic?"
> >"There's still the problem of two solid objects
> >occupying the same space, whether it happens in
> >the physical world or on the Astral Plane."
> "Why would it have to?"
"Their bods have to swap places, which means
they have to occupy the same co-ordinates, one
in the physical world, and one in the Astral.
Even accepting the Initates claims of a plane
beyond the Astral, and assuming that the one
that that team of runners claim exist isn't the
same as the Initiates plane, that still leaves
us one short, and the levels of magick needed
to shuffle five bods around would be more than
a normal fleash and blood being could absorb."
> >> >The conspiracy lovers have had a field
> >> >day with these beings, claiming that they run in
> >> >packs, that they are everywhere, that they are
> >> >maneaters, that they have infiltrated most of the
> >> >corps... but then they make similar claims for
> >> >Vampires, Wendigo, even us Elves."
> Something about this jogs Toby's memory. He looks quickly over
> to see if Wildwind heard. "What's a Wendy-thing?"
"Well, on our world it's a man eating killer.
Semi-intelligent, large, and hairy, looks a lot
like a Sasquatch, but don't get the two mixed
up. 'Quatch are accepted as intelligent although
they don't seem to be able to understand any
homid language, not even Old Elven.
Wendigo are very powerful magickally, and so
some peole do try to make deals with them, even
when the penalty for harbouring one is death."
> >> "So, does that mean they're wrong?"
> >"Well, the thought of Wendigo being interested
> >in corporate activities is rather mind boggling,
> >we Elves are almost exclusively vegetarian, and
> >I doubt if the three vampires known to exist in
> >Britain could be in more than one place each.
> "Only three vampires?"
"They are rather obvious, draining life force as
they have to do. Fortunately there are enough
people willing to provide them with what they
need. There may be one or two more hiding, but
they will be found."
> "What a shame; they're all so great to have around when
> you're planning a wedding, too."
"I can't see them being much fun at any
celebration. Why would you think they would be?"
> >Why should the conspiracy theorists be any more
> >accurate with other races?"
> "Okay: 'Why should the conspiracy theorists be any more
> accurate with the other race?'" Toby waits for the punchline.
"I suppose the law of averages will mean that
sooner or later they'll actually be right about
something. But it will be a pure accident when
they are, and no one will belive them anyway."
> >> >> And we do get the
> >> >> occasional werewolf in here once in a while."
> >> >"I'll look out for them."
> >> Toby looks around the Pub. Jessie isn't around, and of
> >> course he's already said that Paddy isn't a werewolf,
> >> but... "Well, you could always ask Wildwind, over there."
> >
> >"You mean... Thanks. I'll have a word with her."
> "Not that I'd ever be critical or anything, but you might get
> further if you speak more than one word. One word can be kinda
> limiting sometimes."
"True. But I meant it figuratively, not literally."
> "Of course, you know best."
"Somehow I doubt that."
> >> -Toby
> >> (Have you realized yet that you're talking to a pooka?)
> >Jack.
> >Not yet.
> -Toby
> <VBEG>
Jack
<GULP!!!> :)
--
... STICK \'stik\ n. 1: A boomerang that doesn't work.
Laurence
Wildwind <wildw...@yahoo.co.uk> wrote:
> kyl...@aol.comgoaway (Kylinn) wrote in message news:<20031215193836...@mb-m13.aol.com>...
<snip>
> > Something about this jogs Toby's memory. He looks quickly
> > over to see if Wildwind heard. "What's a Wendy-thing?"
> She heard him allright. "The Wendigo in Thumper and Jacks
> world aren't the same as The Wind Walker...fortunately for
> them." Wildwind ponders what she could achieve with a _pack of
> 'her world' Wendigo, shudders then grins in a rather
> unpleasant manner.
"The ones we have are quite bad enough. If yours are worse, I
wish you every bit of good fortune in dealing with them."
> "The Wind Walker _is interested in corporate activities, the
> oil industries activities interest him greatly for instance,
> but, his interest usually involves obliterating them."
"Ours don't seem to care either way about corporate activities,
they work though individuals, and there are always those who
think they can sup with the devil without having to worry about
the consequences."
> The tall, dark haired woman strolls over. "Hi. I'm Wildwind or
> Ge-ya-da-hi U-nu-le, if you feel like being politically
> correct."
Jack runs the name through his knowledge of Old Elven but there
isn't any direct correlation.
> She offers Jack her hand.
Jack will take Wildwinds hand, and gently kiss it.
"I'm Jack. Ge-ya-da-hi U-nu-le. That's a beautiful name. Similar
to Elven, but obviously from a different root.
Toby has suggested I talk with you concerning werewolves."
Jack.
--
... "There is no such thing as a non-working mother"
Laurence
> > Malada 2 <mal...@aol.comunspam> wrote:
> >> She cocks her head to look at first one, then the other. "Oh
> >> chill boys! What's a big guy like you and an impostor like
> >> you have to worry about? Like, I'm just girl you know!"
> >Jack responds first.
> >"If you say so. It's just that you remind me of... someone."
> "Oh? Do I have a twin?" she giggles.
"Not a twin as such, it's more a family resemblence."
> >Thumper is slightly more forthcoming.
> >"Sorry, yo' look like one o' them Mantis Shaman, an' 'ntill
> >yo' know wha' a mantis's afte' 's a good idea t' worry."
> "Well I'm not a shaman!" she says with a huff. "I don't
> go shaking beads and rattles and feathers at people or
> do sweat lodges. That's just silly."
"Yo' fo'got gettin' stoned out o' yo'r mind on jus' 'bout
an'thin' tha' grows nat'ral an' has, wha'd'the'call'em,
halloosegens, in i'.
All o' tha's jus' th' show. I's wha' the' c'n do once the've go'
a spirit willin' t' help 'em tha' yo' have t' watch fo'. An' a
Mantis shaman doesn' think like mos' people an'way."
> >> -Dawn
> >> You boys are _so_ uptight.
> >
> >Thumper and Jack...
> >With reason when a Mantis Shaman walks into the bar you're in.
> -Dawn
> I mean like, really.
Thumper and Jack.
Yes... Really.
--
... No new mail - start whine-pout sequence (Y/N)?
Kylinn
>> >"Like most minorities, we will often take the words that
>> >others intend hurtfully, and use them as badges of honour."
>
>> "Oh. You mean like," he glances around, and leans forward to
>> whisper, "bartender."
>
>Jack will whisper back:
>"Yeh, that sort of thing."
>
>> [ooc: name that reference!]
>
><OOC: "I'm sorry, I haven't a clue" >
[ooc: Hints below, answer at bottom.
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1. The original was actually 'barkeep', and it wasn't actually
an insult in itself but a term one character was using to
explain certain types of insults to another character.
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2. The story was by the author of _Mirable_, _Uhura's Song_, and
the Hugo-winning novelette "The Nutcracker Coup".
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3. It was in a series comprising three collections and two books,
named after an author who didn't write any of the stories,
though he was still living when the first appeared.
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4. It was actually the second story in the series written by
(ta-da!) Janet Kagan, in the third of the collections.
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5. Oh, all right, already. "Fighting Words" in _Isaac's Universe
v. 3: Unnatural Diplomacy_.
Significant passage:
-----
"So here's this expert on Crotonites who says that calling
someone a hashas'sit is a criminal offense -- and here's Prist,
who says she is a hashas'sit and acts like she's proud of it."
"So the expert's wrong," said Sylvaine. "Oh! You didn't
want me to embarrass him in public." He cast a glance at the
hardbook lying beside his reserved chair. "I wonder if he's
wrong about the rest of it, too."
Harriet shook her head. "He's not. What he knows matches
with what I know, and I think we've got a problem."
Tipping back his chair, Sylvaine considered her carefully.
"Problem? I don't see it, Harriet. They can't _both be right
-- Joppich and Prist. Joppich must have heard the word wrong."
"His Crotonite is too good for that. And they _can both
be right. That's what's setting my teeth on edge."
"Explain it in simpler terms," said Sylvaine.
"Okay," said Harriet. "Suppose someone calls you a barkeep
... what's your reaction?"
"I am a barkeep," Sylvaine shrugged. "Why should that bother
me?"
"It wouldn't," said Harriet. "But suppose somebody calls you
a barkeep and you know that, to _him, the word means 'not fit to
live'? _Now what's your reaction?"
"Oh," said Sylvaine in a very quiet voice. "Oh boy...."
(p. 82-83)
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Ky
--
Life is complex; it's partly real and partly imaginary.
Kylinn
>Laurence <l...@argonet.co.uk> writes:
>>Thumper is slightly more forthcoming.
>>
>>"Sorry, yo' look like one o' them Mantis Shaman, an' 'ntill yo'
>>know wha' a mantis's afte' 's a good idea t' worry."
>
>"Well I'm not a shaman!" she says with a huff. "I don't
>go shaking beads and rattles and feathers at people or
>do sweat lodges. That's just silly."
Jay chokes slightly and begins to cough. It looks like he
accidently swallowed some of his beer the wrong way.
-Jay
Kylinn
>kyl...@aol.comgoaway (Kylinn) writes:
>>mal...@aol.comunspam (Malada 2) writes:
>>>"Like, there was this guy? He name's O'Battins?
>>>He like, finds this bracelet? And it's a magical bracelet?
>>>And he thinks it's so cool - 'cause it lets him walk through
>>>walls? But it's EVIL. It's soooo evil even his bestest mage
>>>friend Lunge won't touch it."
>>
>>This story sounds just a bit familiar.
>
>[ooc: oh? :-) ]
Just a bit. <g>
<snip>
>>>"And they all lived happily ever after."
>>>
>>>Her antennas bounce happily. "Wasn't that good?"
>>
>>"Yes!" Toby says decisively. What other answer is possible.
>
>"See? I told you I can tell a great story!" she preens.
"It was the best story I ever heard!"
>"So what do you do for fun around here?" she asks innocently.
"We're between fun right now. We don't have any fun scheduled
until," he looks at his watch, "Half-past swirly. Before the
Hour of Scampering, anyway. But there's always pool, or catch,
or bothering the we- weak-minded, or chess, or dancing, or
letting Timmy tell jokes - though he's not very good at it,
since he's a real airhead, but you have to be kind to people
like that and anyway it's not right to make fun of cripples
and one of his legs is deflated anyway, poor old thing - or
taking bets on what will walk in the door next, or seeing
how long it will take to get in trouble for rearranging the
furniture, or I hear rumors there's a pond out back and
don't you think it be lovely to go swimming without a duckie
keeping watch over you all the time, you know what kind of
nervous uptight things they are, always with "don't swim
after eating", and "don't swim in the riptide" and "don't
play with sharks", no fun at all and anyway I think that
Paddy was talking about making free shakes for the pooka,
he does that sometimes because he admires us so much and he
does make kinda fair chocolate lemonade milkshakes, what
do you want to do?"
-Toby, otter pooka
>Dawn
-Toby
Kylinn
>kyl...@aol.comgoaway (Kylinn) writes:
>>>She giggles at him. "Oh, like - Hi! I'm Dawn. I've been out
>>>shopping and I like *so* needed a drink and then I'd thought
>>>I'd step into the Buffateria for like, a smoothie or something
>>>and like, I'm here! Like, wow!"
>>
>>"Incredible!" Toby marvels. "Usually people have to go through all
>>kinds of quests an' stuff before they can find this place.
>
>"Well, if you count getting just the peeerrrrrfect sweater on a sale
>day, then I'm a hero!"
>
>She pulls out from her bag a BRIGHT YELLOW sweater.
>"Isn't it great? I wanted something nice and mellow to
>go with my brown pants."
"Very mellow," Toby agrees. "I can't think of anything mellower.
Unless it was tie-dyed."
>>Some
>>hunt for it for years without ever getting here. And here you are,
>>all by accident because you were hungry. I bet it likes you!"
>
>"Who wouldn't like me! I'm wonderful!"
"You are! Obviously! I could tell as soon as you walked in!"
>>>"But I don't know any epic comedies except for maybe, like,
>>>my *life* or something. But that's boooooooring. Maybe
>>>Mr. Bartender can give me some ideas."
>>
>>"Limericks are what'll please Paddy best," Toby repeats. "But you
>>could tell the story of your life if you put it in rhymed couplets,
>>maybe."
>>
>>"If there's anything interesting in it, maybe. You know, like
>>just being an ordinary person all the time kinda thing."
>
>"Oh like, my life is sooooo booooring. It's like, I'm Miss
>Ordinary every day!"
"And who are you at night?"
>-Dawn
>You're cute
-Toby
*wiggle*
Kylinn
> Kylinn <kyl...@aol.comgoaway> wrote:
>> "I rather stumbled in here by accident the first time,
>> myself." For some reason Jay blushes slightly.
>
>> "It's quite a place, isn't it?"
>
>"If you will allow me to quote another character with
>pointed ears, fascinating. Toby alone is more than I
>ever hoped to meet in my lifetime."
Toby pokes his nose into the thread and smiles winningly.
Jay smothers a chuckle. "Toby is more than enough for a
lifetime, I'd say."
Toby pouts. Adorably.
Jay rolls his eyes heavenwards. "Pooka!"
>> >"Jack. I could give you my family name, but it has
>> >three times as many consonants in it as anything
>> >designed to be spoken should have."
>
>> "East European?"
>
>"Got it. As soon as I could, I abandoned it and got
>an Old Elven one, not that it's much better in the
>pronunciation department. At work I'm down as Jack
>Jackson, it keeps their computers happy for me to
>have a surname."
"Care to share?" Jay's curious.
>> >> "Sorry for nosing in, but I couldn't help but overhear your
>> >> conversation."
>
>> >"No problem. We gain knowledge by sharing it.
>
>> "Guard the Mysteries," Jay murmurs as if he's quoting
>> something, "Constantly reveal them."
>
>"That sounds like a straight translation of one of
>the Old Elven sayings we rediscovered a couple of
>years ago."
"Um. It's something that a, er, friend of a friend said once."
>> >"That estimate includes those who can only do the
>> >odd trick, making small items disappear when they
>> >hold them, being able to change their hair colour,
>> >that sort of thing.
>
>> "Hmm. Even so... what percentage of your, ah, mages are they?"
>
>"The numbers are rough, but approximately 60 percent
>are tricksters,
"The ones who can only do small tricks?"
>around 30 percent are Adepts of one form or another, and
>the remaining 10 percent are full Mages or Shaman.
Jay nods thoughtfully. "Not too different from the way
things are on my world, then, as far as the numbers of
the truly Awakened go."
>> Jay smiles. "Well, I certainly have nothing against
>> technology. Being an engineer as well as Enlightened, I work
>> with it all the time myself."
>
>Jacks smile broadens slightly. Another
>technophile to talk with.
>
>"What speciality? I'm communications myself.
>Trids, BTL's, that sort of thing."
Jay smiles more widely also, in a hail-fellow-well-met sort
of way.
"Robotics, mostly. I've done a lot of work with sensors and
guidance systems. More hardware than software. I'm also
pretty good at diagnosing and troubleshooting problems with
machinery in general."
"Right now," Jay hesitates a beat, then shrugs. "Right now I'm
based with the Void Engineers. Um, they're spacers working
with Enlightened technology. I haven't managed to snag myself
a berth on a ship yet, but in the meantime...." he shrugs.
>Jack.
-Jay
Wildwind
>
> "The ones we have are quite bad enough. If yours are worse, I
> wish you every bit of good fortune in dealing with them."
"We only have the one Wind Walker and he's..er..not very friendly"
> > "The Wind Walker _is interested in corporate activities, the
> > oil industries activities interest him greatly for instance,
> > but, his interest usually involves obliterating them."
>
> "Ours don't seem to care either way about corporate activities,
> they work though individuals, and there are always those who
> think they can sup with the devil without having to worry about
> the consequences."
She laughs. "It's good to know there's stupid people in every world."
> Jack runs the name through his knowledge of Old Elven but there
> isn't any direct correlation.
>
> > She offers Jack her hand.
>
> Jack will take Wildwinds hand, and gently kiss it.
She raises an eyegrow an smiles.
> "I'm Jack. Ge-ya-da-hi U-nu-le. That's a beautiful name. Similar
> to Elven, but obviously from a different root.
"Native American, the closest equivalent nowadays would probably be
one of the North Eastern or Iroquoi dialects."
> Toby has suggested I talk with you concerning werewolves."
"Oh he did, did he!."
Wildwind ponders Werewolves for a moment
"Hairy, pointy teeth, change shape when there's a full moon and smell
bad when they get wet, Werewolves _or the beer drinking, farting,
singing, shag carpet of death kind of werewolf, who incidently also
smell bad when they get wet."
She pauses.
"I'm sure i've read about them somewhere."
> Jack.
-Wildwind
Laurence
Kylinn <kyl...@aol.comgoaway> wrote:
> >> "Oh. You mean like," he glances around, and leans forward
> >> to whisper, "bartender."
> >
> >Jack will whisper back:
> >"Yeh, that sort of thing."
> >
> >> [ooc: name that reference!]
> >
> ><OOC: "I'm sorry, I haven't a clue" >
> [ooc: Hints below, answer at bottom.
<Snip the clues and uquote.>
Thanks. I haven't read that book. I'll have to track down a copy.
Laurence
--
... Confucius say: Man who run behind car get exhausted.
Malada 2
>> "Well I'm not a shaman!" she says with a huff. "I don't
>> go shaking beads and rattles and feathers at people or
>> do sweat lodges. That's just silly."
>
>"Yo' fo'got gettin' stoned out o' yo'r mind on jus' 'bout
>an'thin' tha' grows nat'ral an' has, wha'd'the'call'em,
>halloosegens, in i'.
>
>All o' tha's jus' th' show. I's wha' the' c'n do once the've go'
>a spirit willin' t' help 'em tha' yo' have t' watch fo'. An' a
>Mantis shaman doesn' think like mos' people an'way."
"Well!" she thinks about this for a second rubbing her forehead
with her wrist. "The things you learn in a bar!"
"Well, like... I don't know anything about such things. I won't
know a shaman if he came over in, sat down and ordered a
beer!"
She turns to Jay. "Hi! I'm Dawn! Who are you?"
>> -Dawn
>> I mean like, really.
>
>Thumper and Jack.
>Yes... Really.
-Dawn
Are my antennae straight?
Rich
tattered jeans enters briskly and cuts his way over to a seat. He
bears the tribal marking of the Fenrir, and sports several wound
dressings on various parts of his body. He looks more than a little
anxious and absurdly out of place.
Martin Gleason
kyl...@aol.comgoaway (Kylinn) wrote:
> mal...@aol.comunspam (Malada 2) writes:
> >kyl...@aol.comgoaway (Kylinn) writes:
>
> >>He bows grandly. "Tobias Colin Maxwell, at your service."
> >
> >She giggles at him. "Oh, like - Hi! I'm Dawn. I've been out
> >shopping and I like *so* needed a drink and then I'd thought
> >I'd step into the Buffateria for like, a smoothie or something
> >and like, I'm here! Like, wow!"
>
> "Incredible!" Toby marvels. "Usually people have to go through all
> kinds of quests an' stuff before they can find this place. Some
> hunt for it for years without ever getting here. And here you are,
> all by accident because you were hungry. I bet it likes you!"
>
> >"But I don't know any epic comedies except for maybe, like,
> >my *life* or something. But that's boooooooring. Maybe
> >Mr. Bartender can give me some ideas."
>
> "Limericks are what'll please Paddy best," Toby repeats. "But you
> could tell the story of your life if you put it in rhymed couplets,
> maybe."
"Limericks work. Fun stories are the best though. Stories involving
otters and wolves are also ...greatly appreciated."
> "If there's anything interesting in it, maybe. You know, like
> just being an ordinary person all the time kinda thing."
"everyday struggles can be fun Toby. Try cleanin' a room. It'll be
fun."
> >-Dawn
>
> -Toby
>
>
>
Paddy
--
Americans, while occasionally willing to be serfs, have always been
obstinate about being peasantry.
--F.Scott.Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby
Martin Gleason
kyl...@aol.comgoaway (Kylinn) wrote:
> Martin Gleason <officer...@nospam.attbi.com> writes:
> > kyl...@aol.comgoaway (Kylinn) wrote:
> >> Martin Gleason <officer...@nospam.attbi.com> writes:
>
> >> >"Pilsner man." He pulls Jay a nice glass of Urquell
> >> >
> >> >"Enjoy!"
> >>
> >> "Thanks," Jay says again.
> >>
> >> He raises the glass in a toast to Paddy and takes a swallow.
> >
> >"Is it any good, or is my bar telepathy fadin'?"
>
> "It's good," Jay assures Paddy.
"Only good?"
> He takes another mouthful, thoughtfully. "Isn't this the same you
> served me last time? Not that I'm complaining."
Paddy shrugs "I dunno. Maybe. You do look like a pilsner guy."
> >> "So," he glances around, "How've things been? Has it been a
> >> long time for you since I was here with Kenny?"
> >
> >"Its been a wee bit since you an' he were here. An', last time, you
> >seemed' a wee bit scared o'me...for whatever reason." he frowns at
> >this
>
> Jay looks a bit puzzled. "Are you sure you aren't thinking of
> Kenny? I remember that he was a bit thrown at meeting Garou."
"Maybe you got mad at me. I remember important details. For instance,
White Wine for the Major, Pilsner for Jay."
> >"I'm not near as bad as i've been made out to be."
>
> "I could say the same thing." Jay smiles companionably.
"I'll take your word for it."
> >Paddy
>
> -Jay
Martin Gleason
mal...@aol.comunspam (Malada 2) wrote:
> Martin Gleason <officer...@nospam.attbi.com> writes:
>
> >> She grins. "Oh cool! A bar! Call you later Nancy!" She pups
> >> the phone in her purse and looks around. Under the pub's Glamour
> >> spotlight her Fae nature starts to shine through.
> >>
> >> She's green. With antennas coming out of her head.
> >>
> >> She flounces over to the bar and smiles at Paddy. "So like,
> >> what sort of stories do you like, like?"
> >
> >"Personally, I like good stories, with a touch o'drama. If I'm feelin'
> >particullarly romantic, then a nice little story about people findin'
> >people could give me a few tears. When all else fails, a story where
> >the Irish save the day will probably score you a free drink. Name's
> >Paddy, you?"
>
> "I'm Dawn! It's soooooo good to be here!" she gushes.
>
> "Now let's see, good stories..." she puts a hand (claw?) to her
> cheek and taps her foot. "I don't know any real good stories.
> But I can tell them pretty well!"
> "Like, there was this guy? He name's O'Battins?
> He like, finds this bracelet? And it's a magical bracelet?
> And he thinks it's so cool - 'cause it lets him walk through
> walls? But it's EVIL. It's soooo evil even his bestest mage
> friend Lunge won't touch it."
The likes have the equivalent effect on Paddy as nails on a chalk board.
> "So he goes on this really, really long trip, you see? To
> get rid of it? But you can only destroy it by throwing it
> in this lava pit? Only the lava pit is in the middle of this
> yucky evil place called, oh... what was it... Modred?
> And it's ruled by this real EVIL guy who made the bracelet
> and he wants it back like, yesterday... last Tuesday."
The old wolf puts on a brave face....
> "So, O'Bannon goes with his bestest buds to go sneak in
> to Motown and destroy the bracelet. And their's sneaky
> BAD GUYS and really Ugly Dudes who they have to avoid?
> But the bracelet is turning O'Bantley evil too.... like he
> wants to keep it like it's something real precious or something."
....stoically, he bites his tongue and takes a deep breath
> "And they fight..." she makes jabs with an Air Sword, "beasties
> and Uggggggglllly nasty things all the way to the lava pit and
> in the end O'Baggins throws the bracelet in! At risk of his own
> life and limb! And all the BAD GUYS and real EVIL dude goes
> like... oh shoot, I've gotta go!"
>
> "And they all lived happily ever after."
>
> Her antennas bounce happily. "Wasn't that good?"
Paddy exhales, stalling for time...
"sounds...familiar. It was a classic tale."
> >Paddy
> >Deeliebobbers...reminds me of a girl I met a ST Pat's day party
>
> -Dawn
> Natural Blonde
Martin Gleason
kyl...@aol.comgoaway (Kylinn) wrote:
> >"So what do you do for fun around here?" she asks innocently.
"We're gettin a dart board."
> "We're between fun right now. We don't have any fun scheduled
> until," he looks at his watch, "Half-past swirly. Before the
> Hour of Scampering, anyway. But there's always pool, or catch,
> or bothering the we- weak-minded, or chess, or dancing, or
> letting Timmy tell jokes - though he's not very good at it,
> since he's a real airhead, but you have to be kind to people
> like that and anyway it's not right to make fun of cripples
> and one of his legs is deflated anyway, poor old thing - or
> taking bets on what will walk in the door next, or seeing
> how long it will take to get in trouble for rearranging the
> furniture, or I hear rumors there's a pond out back and
> don't you think it be lovely to go swimming without a duckie
> keeping watch over you all the time, you know what kind of
> nervous uptight things they are, always with "don't swim
> after eating", and "don't swim in the riptide" and "don't
> play with sharks", no fun at all and anyway I think that
> Paddy was talking about making free shakes for the pooka,
> he does that sometimes because he admires us so much and he
> does make kinda fair chocolate lemonade milkshakes, what
> do you want to do?"
"Fair?"
> -Toby, otter pooka
>
> >Dawn
>
> -Toby
Paddy
Martin Gleason
wrote:
> In article
> <officergleason-496...@netnews.attbi.com>,
> Martin Gleason <officer...@nospam.attbi.com> wrote:
>
> > > > Paddy shrugs
> > > > "It can taste good...but you don't get the hunt."
>
> > > "How much intelligence does it take to sneak up on a leaf
> > > heh?
>
> > "Thats only part o'it"
>
> "I can see and even feel the allure of the hunt, although the
> kind of things I hunt at work aren't much by way of prey, and
> those I've occasionally gone after with friends wouldn't make
> good eating unless you're into cannibalism, but even there the
> kind of hunting I do is all in the mind."
"That can be fun, but then, if you think to much, you get fat an' lazy."
> > > But neither do most of the omni and carni-vorous homids
> > > where I'm from, they get their meat ready prepared and
> > > prepacked from the local mart. There are rumours of werewolf
> > > packs out on the moors that hunt for food..."
>
> > > At the bar, Thumper suddenly looks troubled, as if he's
> > > upset at being reminded he's hiding something from someone.
>
> > > "... but I've never met one."
>
> > "You get used to the taste o'some types o'domestic meat...but
> > the hunt always brings out the best."
>
> "I'll take your word for it."
"I am a bit o'an expert on the matter."
> > > "Meat does pack more energy into the smallest space, and I
> > > will admit that I do have the occasional Blat, but I
> > > wouldn't touch the burgers they sell in the Centro if my
> > > life depended on it."
>
> > "Blat?"
>
> "Bacon, Lettuce And Tomato. One of the gods best creations."
"Oh. We just call it BLT."
> > > "Delicious. Granny Smiths? Lovely flavour they have."
>
> > "I like 'em. I try to eat a lot o'different things. Apples.
> > Oranges. Broccoli. Asparagus. Porterhouse, chicago cut,
> > strip...."
>
> "It's a good idea to have a wide range in tastes. And it's an
> excellent idea to exercise your tastebuds whenever you get the
> chance."
"Wide range o'tastes. You have seen my bar, right? Beverages from all
over the worlds."
> Jack.
Martin Gleason
Rich <Ri...@wowway.com> wrote:
The bartender--ooc: Someone will give the link to a webpage with
descriptions eventually. I don't have them, sorry--saunters towards the
nervous looking young man
"Wanna drink, or are you just hidin' out?"
Rich
"Hey, why not. What's good in this joint?"
"They call me Rich. I've not any deed name as of yet, my tribe
doesn't think very highly of me."
Rich looks up at the bar tender and grins
Laurence
Kylinn <kyl...@aol.comgoaway> wrote:
> Laurence <l...@argonet.co.uk> writes:
> > Kylinn <kyl...@aol.comgoaway> wrote:
> >> "I rather stumbled in here by accident the first time,
> >> myself." For some reason Jay blushes slightly.
> >> "It's quite a place, isn't it?"
> >"If you will allow me to quote another character with
> >pointed ears, fascinating. Toby alone is more than I
> >ever hoped to meet in my lifetime."
> Toby pokes his nose into the thread and smiles winningly.
> Jay smothers a chuckle. "Toby is more than enough for a
> lifetime, I'd say."
> Toby pouts. Adorably.
> Jay rolls his eyes heavenwards. "Pooka!"
Jack begins to think fast about the legends of the
fae he's read or heard of.
"Pooka? Tricksters? Never give a straight answer?
Now that IS interesting. Or are the Pooka of your
world different?
> >> >"Jack. I could give you my family name, but it has
> >> >three times as many consonants in it as anything
> >> >designed to be spoken should have."
> >> "East European?"
> >"Got it. As soon as I could, I abandoned it and got
> >an Old Elven one, not that it's much better in the
> >pronunciation department. At work I'm down as Jack
> >Jackson, it keeps their computers happy for me to
> >have a surname."
> "Care to share?" Jay's curious.
"Unfortunately I can't tell it to anyone who
isn't an Elf or who hasn't been given permission
by one of our councils since it is in Old Elven
which we are trying to limit the spread of until
we know a lot more of its capabilities.
For one thing, it's a highly magickal language.
Those of us who can use magick have found that
even the most modern of spells seems to work
better if you can translate it accurately into
Elven."
> >> "Guard the Mysteries," Jay murmurs as if he's quoting
> >> something, "Constantly reveal them."
> >"That sounds like a straight translation of one of
> >the Old Elven sayings we rediscovered a couple of
> >years ago."
> "Um. It's something that a, er, friend of a friend said once."
"I'd keep notes on what this FOAF says. He or
she would seem to have at least half a clue."
> >> >"That estimate includes those who can only do the
> >> >odd trick, making small items disappear when they
> >> >hold them, being able to change their hair colour,
> >> >that sort of thing.
> >> "Hmm. Even so... what percentage of your, ah, mages are
> >> they?"
> >
> >"The numbers are rough, but approximately 60 percent
> >are tricksters,
> "The ones who can only do small tricks?"
"It's what the full mages call them. Most people
don't make distinctions between the various
levels of ability, and there are fairly broad
areas where people could be placed into either
level."
> >around 30 percent are Adepts of one form or another, and
> >the remaining 10 percent are full Mages or Shaman.
> Jay nods thoughtfully. "Not too different from the way
> things are on my world, then, as far as the numbers of
> the truly Awakened go."
"That's interesting. I wonder if there's some
law concerning the density of Awakened that a
world can support."
> >> Jay smiles. "Well, I certainly have nothing against
> >> technology. Being an engineer as well as Enlightened, I work
> >> with it all the time myself."
> >Jacks smile broadens slightly. Another
> >technophile to talk with.
> >"What speciality? I'm communications myself.
> >Trids, BTL's, that sort of thing."
> Jay smiles more widely also, in a hail-fellow-well-met sort
> of way.
> "Robotics, mostly. I've done a lot of work with sensors and
> guidance systems. More hardware than software. I'm also
> pretty good at diagnosing and troubleshooting problems with
> machinery in general."
"Sounds like you should be working with cyber.
It's a rapidly growing field on my world, even
with the laws we have in Britain.
Druids!"
This last is said with a definite attitude of
dislike.
> "Right now," Jay hesitates a beat, then shrugs. "Right now I'm
> based with the Void Engineers. Um, they're spacers working
> with Enlightened technology. I haven't managed to snag myself
> a berth on a ship yet, but in the meantime...." he shrugs.
"You've got a way of making magick and technology
work together reliably? That's something we
consider a Holy Grail. We don't even have a
magick meter.
The design of a spaceship employing both magick
and technology would have the YET drowning in
drool."
Jack.
--
... Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?
Laurence
> > "The ones we have are quite bad enough. If yours are worse, I
> > wish you every bit of good fortune in dealing with them."
> "We only have the one Wind Walker and he's..er..not very
> friendly"
"That's a pretty good description of our lot as well.
Fortunately for us they don't reproduce rapidly, they can't
considering how they have to do it, and we are getting better at
spotting the early stages.
They reproduce, although that isn't really the right word for
it, it's more like corrupt or infect, those who try to gain
power via their aid. They were a major problem back in the 30's,
before the signs to look out for were generally known. If they
weren't intelligent enough to adapt their induction methods we'd
have them under control by now. As it is we get most of the
recruits before they can change, and sometimes we get lucky and
get the source Wendy as well."
> > > "The Wind Walker _is interested in corporate activities,
> > > the oil industries activities interest him greatly for
> > > instance, but, his interest usually involves obliterating
> > > them."
> > "Ours don't seem to care either way about corporate
> > activities, they work though individuals, and there are
> > always those who think they can sup with the devil without
> > having to worry about the consequences."
> She laughs. "It's good to know there's stupid people in every
> world."
"What was it Einstein said. There are only two things that have
no limit, the Universe and stupidity, and I'm not sure about the
Universe."
> > > She offers Jack her hand.
> > Jack will take Wildwinds hand, and gently kiss it.
> She raises an eyegrow an smiles.
> > "I'm Jack. Ge-ya-da-hi U-nu-le. That's a beautiful name.
> > Similar to Elven, but obviously from a different root.
> "Native American, the closest equivalent nowadays would
> probably be one of the North Eastern or Iroquoi dialects."
"That would explain my not being able to recognise it. I'm
British, although my grandparents were Eastern European."
> > Toby has suggested I talk with you concerning werewolves."
> "Oh he did, did he!."
"Please don't hold it against him, I'm sure he meant well when
he suggested it."
> Wildwind ponders Werewolves for a moment
> "Hairy, pointy teeth, change shape when there's a full moon
> and smell bad when they get wet, Werewolves _or the beer
> drinking, farting, singing, shag carpet of death kind of
> werewolf, who incidently also smell bad when they get wet."
"Well those descriptions alone mean that the werewolves you're
used to are very different to the ones we know about on my
world. Those are what we call Dual Beings they have two bodies,
one of which exists in the material world, the other in the
Astral plane. They can switch places at any time, but the animal
form only seems to display normal animal intelligence, or a
little higher.
There are rumours of another type, which might be one or both of
the ones you've just described, but htey are just that, rumours."
> She pauses.
> "I'm sure i've read about them somewhere."
"Well anything you remember might be helpful."
Jack.
--
... The Eternal Triangle is usually right tangled.
Laurence
> >"Yo' fo'got gettin' stoned out o' yo'r mind on jus' 'bout
> >an'thin' tha' grows nat'ral an' has, wha'd'the'call'em,
> >halloosegens, in i'.
> >All o' tha's jus' th' show. I's wha' the' c'n do once the've
> >go' a spirit willin' t' help 'em tha' yo' have t' watch fo'.
> >An' a Mantis shaman doesn' think like mos' people an'way."
> "Well!" she thinks about this for a second rubbing her
> forehead with her wrist. "The things you learn in a bar!"
"Yeh, A'm learnin' fas' since A 'rrived, an' since
yo'r no' a Mantis Shaman, A 'pologise fo' reactin'
like A did."
> "Well, like... I don't know anything about such things. I
> won't know a shaman if he came over in, sat down and ordered
> a beer!"
"Wi' th' Mantises it's the females tha' yo' really
have t' watch fo'. There usu'ly a lo' tougher than
th' males. A know one tha' lives in Mersersprawl,
A've given her th' sites o' a coupl' o' nests o'
Wasp an' Fly spirits, bu' A'd never 'pproach her in
th' street 'nless she told me A could.
Even those tha' couldn' tell a Shaman from a Sam
seem t' know tha' she's no 't' be bothered."
> She turns to Jay. "Hi! I'm Dawn! Who are you?"
> -Dawn
> Are my antennae straight?
Thumper.
They look fine from here.
--
... What d'you mean, "Try Perfectionists Anonymous"? I'm not /that/ good!
Kylinn
>The bartender--ooc: Someone will give the link to a webpage with
>descriptions eventually.
http://www.parlorcity.net/wgp/
Although I haven't got Dawn added in yet.
As for Paddy:
> Padraic is a young man who looks about twenty years old. He has a
> tall (6'8"), lithe build (190 lb.) and a classic Celtic face. His
> hair is cut short and is jet black in all of his forms. He's got a
> runners build, except for his shoulders. He's got rather big
> shoulders.
>
> Paddy's eyes are his most distinctive feature. They're a brilliant
> emerald color, with gray rims. However, they almost always shine
> with whatever emotions the Fianna is currently enthralled in.
> Paddy also has a sharp looking scar just below his eye, on the
> left side of his face.
>
> The Fianna is usually in jeans, with a plain white shirt. He wears
> a small, white leather bag around his neck. Occasionally, a wry
> grin crosses his face which makes him look quite mischievous.
> However, when he is angry, his Celtic features make him look grim
> and regal. (Appearance 3, Pure Breed 5)
Malada 2
Dawn swivels her head Jay's way and looks at him with
oddly bulging eyes. "Hey, like... you okay?"
>-Jay
-Dawn
Malada 2
>Jay rolls his eyes heavenwards. "Pooka!"
"You say that like, it's a bad thing!" Dawn protests.
-Dawn
Did someone call for pookas?
Malada 2
>kyl...@aol.comgoaway (Kylinn) wrote:
>
>> mal...@aol.comunspam (Malada 2) writes:
>> >"But I don't know any epic comedies except for maybe, like,
>> >my *life* or something. But that's boooooooring. Maybe
>> >Mr. Bartender can give me some ideas."
>>
>> "Limericks are what'll please Paddy best," Toby repeats. "But you
>> could tell the story of your life if you put it in rhymed couplets,
>> maybe."
>
>"Limericks work. Fun stories are the best though. Stories involving
>otters and wolves are also ...greatly appreciated."
"Don't wolves *eat* otters?" she asks looking concerned.
>> "If there's anything interesting in it, maybe. You know, like
>> just being an ordinary person all the time kinda thing."
>
>"everyday struggles can be fun Toby. Try cleanin' a room. It'll be
>fun."
"Oh! Cleaning a room can be fun! I love cleaning my room. It's
like, the most fun of all! You'd be surprised what I find."
>>>-Dawn
>>
>> -Toby
>
>Paddy
Dawn
Malada 2
> Malada 2 <mal...@aol.comunspam> wrote:
>> Laurence <l...@argonet.co.uk> writes:
>
>> >"Yo' fo'got gettin' stoned out o' yo'r mind on jus' 'bout
>> >an'thin' tha' grows nat'ral an' has, wha'd'the'call'em,
>> >halloosegens, in i'.
>
>> >All o' tha's jus' th' show. I's wha' the' c'n do once the've
>> >go' a spirit willin' t' help 'em tha' yo' have t' watch fo'.
>> >An' a Mantis shaman doesn' think like mos' people an'way."
>
>> "Well!" she thinks about this for a second rubbing her
>> forehead with her wrist. "The things you learn in a bar!"
>
>"Yeh, A'm learnin' fas' since A 'rrived, an' since
>yo'r no' a Mantis Shaman, A 'pologise fo' reactin'
>like A did."
"Oh! That's okay! Like, some, like, idiot thought I was
a butterfly!"
>> "Well, like... I don't know anything about such things. I
>> won't know a shaman if he came over in, sat down and ordered
>> a beer!"
>
>"Wi' th' Mantises it's the females tha' yo' really
>have t' watch fo'.
"Pffft!" she says derisively. "That's what everybody says!
But like, it's sooooo not true! I mean, I can't count the
number of boyfriends I've lost because I like, had a knife
in my hands."
>snip<
Dawn
Malada 2
>mal...@aol.comunspam (Malada 2) writes:
>>kyl...@aol.comgoaway (Kylinn) writes:
>>>mal...@aol.comunspam (Malada 2) writes:
>>"Well, if you count getting just the peeerrrrrfect sweater on a sale
>>day, then I'm a hero!"
>>
>>She pulls out from her bag a BRIGHT YELLOW sweater.
>>"Isn't it great? I wanted something nice and mellow to
>>go with my brown pants."
>
>"Very mellow," Toby agrees. "I can't think of anything mellower.
>Unless it was tie-dyed."
>snip<
"Tie-dye?" her nose wrinkles. "Oh that is like, so yesterday."
>>>"If there's anything interesting in it, maybe. You know, like
>>>just being an ordinary person all the time kinda thing."
>>
>>"Oh like, my life is sooooo booooring. It's like, I'm Miss
>>Ordinary every day!"
>
>"And who are you at night?"
"I'm Party Girl!" she announces.
>>-Dawn
>>You're cute
>
>-Toby
> *wiggle*
-Dawn
Malada 2
>> Jay looks a bit puzzled. "Are you sure you aren't thinking of
>> Kenny? I remember that he was a bit thrown at meeting Garou."
>
>"Maybe you got mad at me. I remember important details. For instance,
>White Wine for the Major, Pilsner for Jay."
Back in the shadows Jane raises her wine glass in
a silent salute. She puts her feet up on a chair
and looks almost relaxed. It would appear she is
somewhat unfamiliar with the concept.
>> -Jay
>
>Paddy
-Jane Palanis, Maj. (retired)
Just taking it easy
Malada 2
A perky young woman with greenish skin looks over at him.
"Oooo, someone's been to the Hurt Locker. HI! I'm Dawn!
You okay?"
-Dawn
La-la-la
Malada 2
> mal...@aol.comunspam (Malada 2) wrote:
>> "Now let's see, good stories..." she puts a hand (claw?) to her
>> cheek and taps her foot. "I don't know any real good stories.
>> But I can tell them pretty well!"
>>
>> "Like, there was this guy? He name's O'Battins?
>> He like, finds this bracelet? And it's a magical bracelet?
>> And he thinks it's so cool - 'cause it lets him walk through
>> walls? But it's EVIL. It's soooo evil even his bestest mage
>> friend Lunge won't touch it."
>
>The likes have the equivalent effect on Paddy as nails on a chalk board.
[ooc:LOL!]
>snip familar story<
>> "And they fight..." she makes jabs with an Air Sword, "beasties
>> and Uggggggglllly nasty things all the way to the lava pit and
>> in the end O'Baggins throws the bracelet in! At risk of his own
>> life and limb! And all the BAD GUYS and real EVIL dude goes
>> like... oh shoot, I've gotta go!"
>>
>> "And they all lived happily ever after."
>>
>> "Wasn't that good?"
>
>Paddy exhales, stalling for time...
>
>"sounds...familiar. It was a classic tale."
"Really?" she looks puzzled. "I thought it was
a children's story. You know, like, Brother's Grimm?"
"Could I have my free drink now?" she asks and licks her
(mouthparts?) lips. "I'd like a Grasshopper please."
>> >Paddy
>> >Deeliebobbers...reminds me of a girl I met a ST Pat's day party
>>
>> -Dawn
>> Natural Blonde
>
>Paddy
-Dawn
I like grasshoppers.