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Post by charlesredmun on Aug 8, 2004 12:31:29 GMT
[OOC: Continued from "Preperations" in the Wolf's Howl] *A man with a black cape covering most of his body and wearing a skull cap, that covers his hair, ears & some of his face and a pair of chipped, scratched spectacles walks into the Heifer. His cloths and cap are shabby and he walks slowly, shuffing towards the bar. He speaks to the nearest person serving, not looking properly at them, his vision clearly poor* "What drink could you recommend a weary traveller with a full purse?" *His voice sounds crackly and anyone hearing him speak doubts he would have a full purse. Who would guess this fellow is actually Charles Redmun, one of the richest men in Wolfenden come to check out his competition?* [OOC: Hopefully none of the staff should recognise Charles as he has never been to the Heifer. He's not here to cause trouble though.]
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Post by Young Grimwold on Aug 9, 2004 0:11:44 GMT
*Owen Vartern himself is at the bar when the man arrives. Although faintly pleased to see an unarmed customer, he is still feeling rather short-tempered after the recent altercation, and the gall of the Frightknight.*
Owen: For a customer with a full purse, I'd recommend a bottle of Chateau Cauchemar. For you, some ale - watered down of course, to bring it within view of your own financial means.
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Post by charlesredmun on Aug 9, 2004 10:54:00 GMT
"No no, I insist on that bottle of Chateau Cauchemar."
*The man takes out a purse that is stuffed full of gold and flashes it in front of Owen quickly enough so that no one else sees*
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Post by The Operatives on Aug 9, 2004 12:24:24 GMT
*By now night has fallen, not that this stops the business of the Heifer for one moment. However, the main doors have been closed to prevent draughts and to help with keeping disgruntled customers out... Even so, most people simply barge into the pub...* *There is a knock on the door. It is not especially loud, but it is confident, and the unusual sound causes a dim in the noise of "carousing"* *As Owen is busy with the surprisingly wealthy customer, one of the serving maids opens the door. As soon as she does so, a man and a woman walk purposefully into the Heifer and up to Owen.* You are Owen Varten. *The woman speaks. She is young, tall, dark-skinned, with black hair and intensely dark eyes. She practical travelling clothes, also in black, yet somehow she does not look like an assasin. Somehow, her words sounded more like a statement than a question. I'm afraid we need to inspect your premeses. *This time it is the man who talks, he is a little shorter than the lady and older, with thick hair that is nevertheless completely silvery-white. His eyes are lively, and he too wears strangely timeless travelling clothes in light silver.* *Owen is about to speak when the woman raises her hand* We are not any kind of local authority, we are... specialised operatives. *The man adds* I think you will find that we are here to help. [ModNote: The Operatives' arrival was preceded by a mysterious event at the Dunnfalls.]
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Post by The Brollachan on Aug 9, 2004 12:32:01 GMT
* The piper is now playing Money, Money, Money * * The human Brollachan is still sitting in the corner slowly drinking his ale. Remains silent as he tries to absorb any possible knowledge being given in others conversations. [ModNote: the Human Brollachan had entered the Crazed Heifer in this thread.]
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Post by Young Grimwold on Aug 9, 2004 17:20:11 GMT
*Whatever mood Owen is in, money will always improve it. He smiles.*
Owen: if you can afford it, Sir, you can have it! It comes recommended by a fellow called Mace, who used to keep this tavern afloat during its early days. Pretty good at holding his liquor too - 'cept for the time he did that striptease. Anyway, do take a seat at one of our tables, and when the wine is ready, we'll bring it over!
*He asks one of the serving maids to fetch the expensive wine from the cellar. At this point, the operatives enter and address Owen. He is a little startled at their forthright approach, but sees no reason to argue.*
Owen: Yes, I'm Owen Vartern the Tavern Owner. As long as you're not from the Opposition, and don't plan to disturb the customers, and as long as you buy a drink or two while you're in my tavern, you can have a look round. What kind of 'help' did you have in mind?
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Post by charlesredmun on Aug 9, 2004 17:52:33 GMT
*The man is seated and notices a few people giving him the odd glance, but overall he is of little interest to a tavern such as this. Sitting down at the table Owen pointed to he waits. Looking around the tavern he is satisfied, the place could afford to have twice the amount of customers and still be barely a threat to the business he has expected. In fact on his first night in the Wolf's Howl before purchasing it there were more in there than are now in here. He hopes the bottle he has just ordered will live up to its price tag*
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Post by The Operatives on Aug 9, 2004 20:56:44 GMT
*The woman rises one eyebrow slightly*
We are not entirely sure if your... problem emanates from this area, it is merely an investigation. As to your other suggestion this is impossible, I don't drink.
*The man adds*
I, on the other hand, shall, do you have any wine?
*The woman gives him a significant look and he smiles, it is as though there has been more communication between them than is immediately obvious as she also smiles, albeit a tight, economical one.*
The man: Now, money... money... could I borrow a few coppers?
*The customer he accosts looks disgruntled, and then suddenly acquieses, reaching into his pocket and handing over a small pile. The man studies them for a moment, then rubs them between his fingers thoughtfully.*
Ah yes, here we are.
*He hands some of the coins back, and some to Owen. All are now gold.*
*The operatives exchange glances, again they act as if they have spoken, for the woman's next word is*
Agreed.
*She disappears into the back of the Heifer, and anyone who tries to bar her way is met by her penetrating stare, which causes them to retreat rapidly. The man orders wine with his new gold, and pulls up a stool at Charles' table. Extending his hand warmly.*
Terribly sorry to interrupt your own purchase, but we are on a tight schedule.
*In a softer voice so only Charles can hear*
Oh dear, where are my manners Mr Redmun? I have you at an advantage. My name is Mercury and my associate's name is Jet. Tell me, what brings you to investigate this rather shabby establishment?
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Post by charlesredmun on Aug 10, 2004 9:36:50 GMT
*Even under the skull cap, Charles' eyebrows are raised. Though he didn't expect to remain a secret forever, many of those drinking here will have seen him around Wolfenden, then he did not expect such a sudden discovery. He looks this man over & cannot place his face. He is certain they have not met before, perhaps it's one of his enemies finally caught up with him. He reaches into his pocket giving the impression of getting out more gold, instead he rests his hand on a sharp knife he has concealed, just in case*
"How do you come to know my name? As for what brings you to investigate this rather shabby establishment, then my business is my own, certainly not to be discussed with strangers."
*He lowers his eyebrows & a slightly angered look replaces the shock*
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Post by The Operatives on Aug 10, 2004 11:13:17 GMT
Forgive me sir, but I think you will find that your disguise is really rather good. I have my own methods for discovering such things, not usable by any here.
Perhaps I was being unnecessarily inquisitive, but I'm afraid that is in my nature, I am an investiagator and operative.
*Mercury looks at Charles thoughtfully*
You are clearly a man who keeps secrets, I trust that these do not have any bearing on our current investigation. You understand, we are specialised agents, looking for... occurances out of the ordinary. Even in such an extraordinary place as this.
*Mercury leans back in his chair, and although his face doesn't change, a thought forms in, and then leaves his mind*
<Jet, I need your assistance>
[OOC: I'll say it in the character profile, but anything in <> is telepathy, and only characters with highly tuned mental skills can hear it]
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Post by charlesredmun on Aug 10, 2004 14:16:07 GMT
*Charles is still highly suspicious, he is now highly afraid this man is one of his enemies. Thinking to when he came in with a woman who, in his mind, resembled an assassin he begins to drink his wine faster. Even for the standard of the Crazed Heifer, there is no denying he is drinking a very wonderful wine and he tries to savour it even with the speed he is now drinking. He sees the woman come back in and his heart sinks, he slows his drinking pace and is resigned that this might be the end of him*
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Post by The Operatives on Aug 11, 2004 11:32:34 GMT
*Jet walks purposefully over to the table where Charles and Mercury sit. In her mind, words form*
Jet: <Is this man a possible trigger?>
Mercury: <It's possible, he certainly doesn't like having his past examined. Did you find anything below stairs?>
Jet: <The usual resonance for this area, a great number of otherworldly beings have passed through. Children, I believe. However, our current problem was unmanifested>
Mercury:<Any focuses?>
Jet: <One, I smashed it. Now, I'd better examine Mr Redmun>
*Jet sits opposite Charles unspeaking. A lond minute passes with Charles nervously drinking, unable to tear his gaze from her dark, shimmering eyes, it is as if they grow even darker during this time, until the pupil and iris are indistinguishable. Then, at once, she gives a faint smile of pity, and speaks*
Jet: Do not fear us, Charles. I am not an assasin, nor are we interested in your past specifically. However, I should warn you, this area is a dangerous one for those with... chequered pasts. Not I think for the reason you believe. Take my advice: remove yourself from the area, and soon, or you may find you have unwelcome attention....
*Jet is interrupted by a battle cry. It sounds only distant, but also as if it is rapidly getting closer. Charles looks down and sees, to his amazement, a tiny figure rise out of the surface of his wine, and begin to grow larger. As its cry gets louder, it starts to take on a form which he recognises all too well.*
*Before anything can happen however, Mercury's hand shoots forward and touches the wine glass. In an instant, the wine is frozen into an opaque lump, frozted over with a translucent film. The attacking figure vanishes.*
Mercury: We must go, the manifestations are beginning.
Jet: Farewell Charles, and I offer you a further warning. Do not reflect upon your past, or it may all too suddenly become your future.
*As suddenly as they arrived, Mercury and Jet leave, disappeared down the path before anyone can say anything. Even when Owen will later discover that his only mirror has been comprehensively smashed, he will find that the culprits have vanished.*
[OOC: Yes, I know, a hasty departure, but my internet is playing up and I don't want to inconvenience people. Anyway, this sudden vanishing suits the characters!]
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Post by The Operatives on Aug 13, 2004 13:53:31 GMT
*Later, outside the Heifer, the two figures stand silently together*
Jet: <It appears that the trail has gone cold>
Mercury: <The apparition in the glass? And at the waterfall?>
Jet: <This dimension is finely balanced, despite being unstable from the vast number of otherworldly visitors, it seeks to eject us. We were not of its choosing>
Mercury: <Should we leave such an unstable dimension unguarded?>
Jet: <I believe... I believe that it pulls in lost and wandering souls for a reason. As to what purpose I cannot fathom, but all I can be sure of is.... The greatest disruption is yet to come. Our presence will only hasten it>
Mercury: <But our quarry is not here?>
Jet: <No, let us be thankful for that>
*With that, the two figures are gone, melted into the night air. In a few hours, only one troubled man in the corner of the Heifer will even remember their passing, only one broken mirror and a few gold coins could prove they were ever there*
[OOC: After writing this, I noticed that it could look like me getting at people... it isn't! It's just a quick explaination for why they're leaving and why some strange things happened around them! It's very difficult in writing to avoid giving offence with ambiguity, so I hope this smily shows my mood! ;D]
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Post by charlesredmun on Aug 13, 2004 15:55:03 GMT
*A short time after the strange people left, he still felt untrusting of them and was tempted to follow them. Still not having his guards nor much incentive to do so he stays put & nervously finishes his drink. Owen seems mildly disappointed that the man is unkeen to stay for a second drink, more for the large amount of gold a second one would cost than for the patronige of the disguised man. Still a little shaken at the strange pair and their intrusion he heads to the Wolf's Howl to finish his preparations. However on the way he sees the local market in full swing & decides to pay it a visit.* [ModNote: Charles is next seen in A Place To Stay.]
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Post by The Brollachan on Aug 22, 2004 12:12:13 GMT
* The human Brollachan who had been sitting by the wall throughout this realises that his pint is now empty. * * He decides that he will continue to explore the rest of the place on foot. He gets up and puts his pint glass by the bar, placing a small silver coin in the cup for one of the bar staff to find. Then the Brollachan heads towards the exit to see what is outside. * * To be continued in another thread... * [OCC: Sorry for lack of posts but due to illness and others being on holiday I haven't been able to make many post.]
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