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undergrounds2015-05-23 10:09 am
detectiveofthewest) wrote in undergrounds2015-05-23 10:09 am
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I for one welcome our new witchy overlords [Open]
A: Welcome to Cafe Poirot
On odd days of the week, Heiji spent his time mingling with customers as a part-time waiter for a small cafe in Barnet. A bit of a customer favorite, he could often be found serving coffee, recommending menu items, or chatting during slow periods and exchanging news about recent events. Like the sudden seizure of Barnet by the Reds, for example...
For about an hour on this particular day, however, Heiji brought his violin in, spent a brief minute or two tuning, then began to play. His bow sang across the strings in long, fluid sweeps, mingling with the enticing smells of coffee and cake...
B: Something in the Mist
Night wasn't always a safe time in London, especially when the streets were shrouded in fog. But travelers along certain side streets might find themselves party to glimpses of ghostly blue flame. And if they should for some reason find themselves drawn to follow that flame, they'd only be falling under the same spectral influence that had been bewitching their fellows for an age.
But didn't it seem like they weren't quite alone? Like something was... watching them?
C: Other
Heiji will be doing a lot of wandering and exploring around the city, in human form or as a mundane-looking fox during the day and possibly as a much larger, clearly supernatural fox at night. Let me know if you want to do anything in particular or shoot ideas back and forth.
On odd days of the week, Heiji spent his time mingling with customers as a part-time waiter for a small cafe in Barnet. A bit of a customer favorite, he could often be found serving coffee, recommending menu items, or chatting during slow periods and exchanging news about recent events. Like the sudden seizure of Barnet by the Reds, for example...
For about an hour on this particular day, however, Heiji brought his violin in, spent a brief minute or two tuning, then began to play. His bow sang across the strings in long, fluid sweeps, mingling with the enticing smells of coffee and cake...
B: Something in the Mist
Night wasn't always a safe time in London, especially when the streets were shrouded in fog. But travelers along certain side streets might find themselves party to glimpses of ghostly blue flame. And if they should for some reason find themselves drawn to follow that flame, they'd only be falling under the same spectral influence that had been bewitching their fellows for an age.
But didn't it seem like they weren't quite alone? Like something was... watching them?
C: Other
Heiji will be doing a lot of wandering and exploring around the city, in human form or as a mundane-looking fox during the day and possibly as a much larger, clearly supernatural fox at night. Let me know if you want to do anything in particular or shoot ideas back and forth.
Re: B
"I was just going to ask you some questions."
......Nailed it.
/brblaughinghysterically
"Okay.." She crossed her arms with her wary agreement, sidestepping away from the flame to help improve her dark vision. She still couldn't properly make out the thing across from her, her system filling with adrenaline and prepping her for combat.
:)
Heiji stepped out of the mist: a fox as tall as an adult human, with dark fur and five long tails trailing behind him.
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Of course, not every supernatural creature was evil or out to ruin humanity. She knew that. It was the reason she was willing to talk right now. "Are you a shapeshifter?"
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Wh...at.
Which of the following might you actually do during a game of horseshoes?
- Give the charge
- Evaluate the heel calks
- Consult the dibbly-dobbly bowlers
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Ringer stared at the thing for a moment, glancing around as if certain this was some bizarre practical joke. Joke or not, it was certainly bizarre. She shook her head as her gaze returned to the thing. Maybe its goal was to confuse her to death, or to act as a distraction.
"I don't know anything about horseshoes. The nickname is because I'm such a good shot." It's not meant to be boasting, rather said as a statement of fact. "Why are you giving out prizes for irrelevant trivia?"
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"Anyway, you have a 33% chance of getting this right even if you guess blindly. So you could consider it a test of your luck, too."
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"I don't want to play." Her tone was the same dry skepticism as before. "Do you have any relevant questions or should I go?"
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"Okay, I guess I can just give you a consolation prize, then."
The mist faded from site, as did the fox itself. In its place was a small travel pack of 2-ply facial tissues. But not the kind with lotion, that was gross.
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They were nice tissues, though. Maybe someone else would want them. In any case, they sat there, alone and unused. Maybe they would never find their intended purpose...