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We should continue it! If you have no time for it, then maybe someone can pick up Taichii for you? Desperation desperately needs to continue ^_^

        The atmosphere in the bar was light and calm. There were few people in the bar other than the owners themselves. One man was sitting with his friend at a table drinking himself into insensibility, signs of tears could easily be seen on his face, while his friend set aside what was now a pile of money that magically refilled the drinks. On the other side, a man sat in the shadows, puffing on a pipe. Seemed to be a typical sight, drunkards here and sketchy man there.
        “I do not know where the bathroom is. I never go to bars.” Finally replied Al. “Ask the Owner. Come to me when you are done with your business.” She glanced over at the two men. They both seemed to be drinking themselves away now. Bored of seeing them drink, she turned to look at the sketchy man. With intent in her mind, she approached him.
        He was an intriguing sight. Smoke lifted from his pipe and circled around him in swirling motions. His face was long and well build with signs for age and adventure resting in the form of scars and wrinkles across his face. His eyes were a light brown and showed signs of being captivated in deep thought. A greyish-green hat lay upon his head with a long white feather on its side. His attire was a white poofy undershirt with a worn leather shirt over it, and a pair of worn leather boots to match it.
       “Hello sir, I-” Her words were cut short, for the man blew a last puff before pulling the pipe from his mouth.
        “What might a religious one such as yourself be doing in such a place?
        “I’m on a mission, I’ll have you know.” She commented with snide in her voice.
        “Someone like you my dear? I would sooner drink with those men before I believed such a story.” He replied, ignoring the joking behaviour of the women. “Now, what is it you are truly after my dear?”
        She focused her gaze more closely at the man, his lips formed into a smile signaling his enjoyment in the conversation.
        “No, tell me none of what your want, for I know.”
        “Oh do you now?” She questioned, her arms now akimbo.
        “Afraid so. You see, I am good at distinguishing between client or not, I have been at this job many winters now.”
        Al perked up. “Oh, so you do know? Smart one you are then, and experienced too.” She reached into her bag and pulled out a sack. “I’m looking to go into the Dark Woods with a new friend of mine. I’ll hire you as my bodyguard.”
        The man looked frozen for a moment, then he let out a chuckle. “And how much are we speaking?”
        “800 now, 1200 when we safely leave. I want no sly moves, so until we leave the forest alive, you will get no 1200.”
        “How does that stop me from cutting your throats early on and stealing the money for myself?”
        “One, I am a priestess. Two, I have only 800 on me, the others 1200 is in safe keepings no where near me. You kill me, or my friend, then no 1200.”
        “You are quite smart lassy. Then allow me to offer my side of the bargain. If you try to strike me down, I’ll get you before you get me.”
        “Fair enough. Do you accept the terms laid before us?”
        The man looked at the purse the lady held in her hands and let out a sigh. “Yeah” He said, standing up and extending his hand outward to meet her. “You can call me Sartre.”
        Al smiled at Sartre and placed the purse in his hand that was extended for a shake. Sartre was taken about for a moment, but shrugged the gesture off and tied the purse to his belt. Al watched as he tied the purse to his belt, she was surprised to see this man didn’t look any younger than Al did.
        “My name is Simone.” Replied Al.
        Sartre looked at ‘Simone’. “You seem to speak false my dear, you look naught like any Simone I met.”
        “Is that so? In that case, my name is instead Elise.”
        Finally understanding that the naming was all a joke, Sartre smiled and played along. “Well Elise, its good to work for you.”

        The boy fell asleep quickly, falling straight to the ground. The lady walked over to him and placed her hand on his shoulder.
        “Life's refreshing breeze, bring in energy and restore.”
        From her hand came an auracious golden light that emitted gleaming and shining rays of twirling light that fed it's self into him. These golden rays and their mysterious and fascinating nature poured energy into him and his wounds quickly repaired themselves, using the energy to feed off of. After a few seconds the lady pulled her hand away from him, stopping the lights entirely. She stood up and looked at the boy. Out of no where he jumped up and began talking, about how he had to go again. Curiosity struck her heavily. What is it that his kid needed so badly, who is he exactly too?
        “Thank you for your help… Would you mind telling me your name? And also the nearest pub if you don’t mind?” he said to her, smiling.
        “You are an interesting person... You do not seem to know where you are or are going. Yet you have a want to find something important to you.” She smiled back at him. “You can call me Al. I'll be joining you, if you do not mind.”

        His words were very desperate as he tried to piece together what was going on around him. She stood there and listened to his words that erupted into this emotional blur of desperation. Once his speech brought itself to a halt, she looked at him, her emotions plain and relaxed, she spoke.
       “Child you are in great need of my immediate attention. I am not sure how greatly you have suffered from these casualties. But your need for help if quite apparent.” She unfolded her hands and walked forward to him. The way she talked seemed to change, as though her words were talking to Taichii in their own way, trying to make him sleep. “Relax Taichii, relax and take a rest. Anita will require your full strength and attention later.”

        She had successfully brought the boy into her room. Laying him on her bed, she then took his weapons and some clothing off him that would make laying down uncomfortable, placing the items in her cabinets, all but his bag. Interested in what type of person this boy was, she went through his bag. Almost instantly her eyes were drawn to a book in his bag, she had always enjoyed books. She pulled the book out of the bag and gazed at the cover of the book. Symbols were written across the book, symbols that she didn’t understand. She opened the book and flipped through the pages. It had more of these unrecognizable symbols and pictures to add to the writing, but before she could continue pursuing the book, someone knocked on the door. She jumped up and ran to the door, opening it partly to see who it was.
        “Oh!” cried the figure, whom was quickly identified as her friend, Ellen. “I knew you would be in here. Where have you been sister? The High Priest Father has been looking for you!” her words halted when she noticed the boy on the bed. “What do we have here?”
        “A boy” she opened the door wider and walked through it, closing it behind her. “A sleeping boy.”
        “You know very well as I sister Ma-”
        “Thats quite enough. I will hear none of that name, begone.”
        “I.. I am sorry dear sister. I forget what that names bears for you.”
        “I too am sorry. I know you meant no harm dear sister Ellen. I overreacted.” She looked down at the boy after finishing her words. “You must excuse me, this boy is in need of attention. I will to heal him up, despite the wishes of Edgar.”
        “You still show no respect for the Father. Calling him by his first name all the time will get you nowhere good.”
        “You have no need to lecture me. I know what my actions bring, but those will not stop me. I care not what that evil man thinks, I shall lend none of my respect to him.”
        “Indeed” echoed Ellen. “Once you draw the line between just and injust, you fight the injust to no end. This I have learn from being around you for so long.”
        “No one deserves to be harmed or harm. I will fight for justice over injustice anyday.”
        “Then you would enjoy hearing this my sister. Your little incident last night, was useless. The act will continue.”
        The woman’s face became completely barren of emotion upon hearing the news. “I feared this would happen.” She glanced over to the boy. “I’m going to focus on him now, you should go.”
        “Rebelling by healing him won’t calm your raging emotions sister. When are you going to finally snap?”
        The woman turned to face Ellen. “Let us hope it will not be soon. I’ll see you later Ellen, at dinner.”
        “You have my blessing sister. Good luck.”
        “Thank you, Ellen”
        Ellen turned around, and went down the spiral stairs of the tower. The woman stood there waiting until she knew Ellen was gone. The door to the tower closed, echoed, signaling that Ellen had left. The woman turned to the door and placed her hand on it, but did not push the door open. She listened carefully to the sounds within the room, in case the boy had awaken, sure enough, the boy had. There was movement within the room, and talking.
        “Hmm? Tulips doesn't have a smell...”
        Hearing this the woman reacted quickly. She opened the door and announced her presence to him.
        “And where do you think you are going young man? You have yet to receive my blessings.”
        The flowers bent over in the young man’s presence, they lost their colour and died.

Thanks !

The stream will be at 5pm pst/8pm est tomorrow ^_^
Meet in irc by then, or later. We will play the following movies in order: The Thing, Nosferatu, Rocky Horror.
I look forward to seeing people there!

Reserved

        Tearing and pulling apart, the sky ripped open as though it was made of cloth. He tumbled out of this newly crafted rift in the sky, meeting a bush on the ground, leaves exploding out from under his body, littering the grass and flowers that lay resting peacefully. The shock from the impact shot throughout his body, leaving it limp and dazed. And as quickly as it came, the rift sewed itself up, and vanished.
        Having seen the impact, but not the destruction and recreation of the sky, a lady approached the boy that now laid a daze in the bush; leaves resting on his head.
        “Child? Might you require some assistance?” Inquired the lady. Her words met no response. She brought her hand to the boy’s face, brushing the leaves aside. Suddenly, he jumped upright and faced the lady. His eyes quickly changed to ones of uncertainty as he stood there looking. His eyes widened with his mouth as words began to form from his mouth.
        “Where is she!” He exclaimed.
        She was taken aback a little by the boy’s question, and answered carefully. “Where is who, child? I have not seen anyone out here but us two.”
        Silence fell again as the boy tried to remember who it was he was looking for. He searched for quite a while before finally pulling a mental image out of his mind of a girl.
        “She has medium length hair” he said, gesturing to his shoulders. “One eye is blueish-grey, the other is black. She’s young, hyper, and...” he trails off while his mind looks for more detail to grab for. “Oh! She refers to me as mama.”
        “I have not seen any girls around here lately, nor do I believe I have seen anyone with those colours of eyes, or differently coloured eyes at that. But, child, take no offense from my words. How is your head feeling?”
        “I don’t know” He replied. His eyes shut and his mouth opened. “I feel like I am missing part of me...” his mouth trailed off and his body limp; he passed out.
        “Oh my!” exclaimed the woman. She bent over the boy, placing her hand on his forehead, feeling for his temperature. “Warm... Not a fever then,” she deducted. “Well I best get him inside the church.”

Its happening on Halloween. The 31st