Feeds-in-Anger: No need to
try most of what dirtwalkers do. It's stupid.
Nabiki: *Nod to Angelia, and also takes up a
watchful post.*
Silkie: "But it looked fun. What's a
sentai?"
Carla: "Just because you do not
understand, does not mean it is stupid," she murmurs quietly in Feeds'
direction.
Silkie: "That's Angelia. She's
good."
Angelia Caponelli : "I think it will be
this Ah Bing Shen. We will wait." And with that she promptly begins
shedding her wet suit to don her own clothes; hiking gear, made of all natural
fibers and none of it manufactured in sweat shops.
Feeds-in-Anger: *He shrugs to Carla.* To me,
it's useless and stupid.
Silkie: "Can I go get my clothes? I'm
getting cold."
Watches-the-Wound: *He looks at Silkie* I know
it's Angelia. I meant the person who is going to guide us through the Rite.
Silkie: *Determined to go surfing.*
"How do you know until you try it?"
Carla: She smiles a little. "To
you."
Harvey Forrester: "No, she didn't tell me anything."
Angelia Caponelli : She looks over to Silkie
and nods. "Only if you can get to them with out being seen." She puts
on ger jade cobra pendent and draws a small, black velvet case from her bag
before putting everything else away.
Silkie: "Maybe surfing is a bonding
ritual between dirt and sea. We should try it."
Feeds-in-Anger: *Nods seriously.* Not saying
dirtwalkers can't have lots of fun splashing around in big buildnings, but see
no reason to do so me. *Looking to Silkie, still pacing around as he speaks.*
How you know cutting off head stupid until you try it?
Watches-the-Wound: *Already has the jade cobra pendant around his neck*
Silkie: "Ummm, okay." Wonders if
Angelia knows she's not invisible as she slinks up the path towards the cabin.
Carla: She quietly sheds her wetsuit, folding
it neatly and sitting on it, wearing layers upon layers of warm, black
material, most of which she tugs from her huge waterproof backpack and pulls on
before seating herself.
Silkie: "Because nobody else does
it." ((To Feeds before she leaves.))
Singha (Feb 5 pm): ((Will still be a bit slow with the gma/breakfast thing))
Angelia Caponelli : She nods a little to
Harvey and takes a seat near him, resting the case in her lap as she looks over
where Silkie has gone. "So what happened Harvey. This woman just told you
to come?"
Feeds-in-Anger: *Seems to let the subject drop
as Silkie leaves, attention returning to his surroundings.*
Nabiki: "We will perform the ritual
here?" Taking Carla's lead and stripping out of her wet suit as well, down
to her undergarments, then donning traditional African garb dyed in reds,
browns, and oranges.
Watches-the-Wound: *Quietly, to Feeds* Better
try not to draw attention. Dragons need not be enemies, even if they seem to
think so.
Singha (Feb 5 pm): 4,7,1,3,10,9,1,6,
Singha (Feb 5 pm): The sound of brambles crunching wafts in from the path from
the docks.
Harvey Forrester: "She brought me here and performed a
ritual." *still in the same position*
Angelia Caponelli : She nods slowly to
Nabiki, "Yes I think this is the best place."
Feeds-in-Anger: *Nods understandingly to
Watches, allowing some attention slip to the lady in her underoos - quite
unabashedly, but only briefly.*
Carla: She tilts her head
slightly, lifting a hand slightly for silence.
Nabiki: *Looks towards the sound.*
Angelia Caponelli : Ang looks towards the
sound and crouches down, crawling back into the brier to make a little alcove
so that she's out of sight and listens, waiting.
Feeds-in-Anger: *Stops his quiet pacing,
looking at Carla.*
Nabiki: *Slowly sinks to a lower stance.*
Carla: She taps her ear, then points in the
direction of the sound.
Watches-the-Wound: *Hunching down, he reaches
out with electrical impulses to sense what seems to be approaching*
Watches-the-Wound: 3,2,2,5,9,2,3,
Silkie -> Singha (Feb 5 pm): ((No dragons between her and the cabin?))
Carla: She starts the slow process of
getting off her arse, made even slower by her desire to do so quietly.
Angelia Caponelli : Ang eases her knife
slowly out of her boot and remains crouched down.
Singha (Feb 5 pm) -> Silkie: ((There are Dragons all around the cabin but none on the
trail))
Silkie -> Singha (Feb 5 pm): ((She stashed the clothes Mas gave her near the head of
the trail as it leaves the cabin. She thinks she can get them without being
seen though. Rolling stealth.))
Singha (Feb 5 pm): The crunching grows louder. (and I'm almost done with bkfast,
bb in about 5)
Silkie: 7,5,1,3,5,9,
Nabiki: ((kk))
Harvey Forrester: *he's still, exactly how he was when they all showed
up*
Nabiki: *Glances towards Harvey, tensing as
the brush crunching grows closer.*
Angelia Caponelli : She glances over the
others still in the center of the clearing and waves Carla over to her quickly.
Carla: She's getting there, getting there...
Halfway to a place where she can be on her knees...
Carla: Finally the centre of gravity shifts
and she's up on her feet, moving quietly toward Angelia.
Watches-the-Wound: *Crouched low, he tries to
pick out the arriving creature by electrical impulses*
Singha (Feb 5 pm): Silkie finds that the Dragons around the cabin are paying
absolutely no attention to her, busy gossiping amongst themselves.
Silkie: *Snags her clothes out from under a
rock and comes slinking back along the trail, pausing alon the way to pull them
on.*
Singha (Feb 5 pm): There are several humans approaching, sweating slightly from
the effort of plowing through the brambles. (and I forgot to mention this
earlier but all the brambles have unopened buds on them.)
Silkie: *They're a little dirty, but it's
clean dirt, so its okay.*
Feeds-in-Anger: *Looking in the direction of
the sound, tense. Body coiled to spring.*
Singha (Feb 5 pm): The bramble crunching gets even louder and several heads of
various Asian types come into view, dressed for the weather, shoulders hunched
as if they're carrying weapons.
Angelia Caponelli : She pushes the knife
across the ground towards Carla and closes her eyes, concentrating on a slow
transformation into her petite little dark grey wolf form so that she can
utilize it's far superior senses.
Nabiki: *slowly shifting to sokto, the
slender woman beginning to bulk with muscles.*
Singha (Feb 5 pm): 8,9,3,2,6,2,3,
Watches-the-Wound: *Sends to Feeds with Silent
Sending* ~S~ Humans, several of them.
Harvey Forrester: *looks towards the sounds from the corner of his eye,
determined not to foul things up, he remains motionless otherwise, though.*
Carla: She takes the knife without comment.
Silkie: *And walks right into the clearing,
clueless.*
Feeds-in-Anger: *Nods quietly at something
unheard.*
Singha (Feb 5 pm) -> ;e: The Dragons lift their weapons, taking aim at the interlopers
in the clearing, shouting out stuff in Japanese that from the tone is something
like 'Don't move or we'll shoot'
Nabiki: *Flexes her claws, ready to pounce.*
Singha (Feb 5 pm): The Dragons lift their weapons, taking aim at the interlopers
in the clearing, shouting out stuff in Japanese that from the tone is something
like "Don't move or we'll shoot"
Angelia Caponelli : Her grey fur bristles,
she stays low in her alcove of bramble though and hopes not to be noticed
immediately.
Silkie: *Stops moving.* ~J~ "Um, we're
the good guys, don't shoot."
Carla: She regards the Dragons calmly, head
held regally high, posture one of quiet confidence.
Feeds-in-Anger: *Baring his teeth silently at
the men, eyes narrowing.*
Nabiki: *She's not the leader here, she
waits for a signal. Killing on hallowed ground may not be a good idea.*
Singha (Feb 5 pm): Silkie stumbles into the clearing, drawing the attention of
the Dragons. There is a long moment of totally nerve-wracking tension, and then
CRACK! it sounds like a gunshot from the trees behind our intrepid heroes.
Carla: She drops to the ground in a low
crouch.
Singha (Feb 5 pm): It sounds like a gunshot, but it's actually a very dainty,
quite alluring Japanese woman dressed in a ceremonial kimono, falling out of a
tree because the branch beneath her broke.
Angelia Caponelli : Jumps at the crack and
bounds up to crinos (rage) to hunker the larger, stronger form around the
pregnant Carla.
Carla: She remains low, in case the Dragons
simply react to the noise and motion.
Watches-the-Wound: *He looks at the woman who fell out of the tree. Then
back at the men with the guns. Seems not to care one whit about their threats*
Silkie: *Flinches at the loud gunshot, and
drops low, covering her head.*
Nabiki: *A glance at Carla, muscles
straining to pounce.*
Harvey Forrester: *eyes dart in the direction of the noise, but he's
still where he's been, not moving unless he has been shot, or somesuch*
Singha (Feb 5 pm): There are a few more CRACKS as she hits some branches along
the way, before there's a sproingy thud when she hits the brambles, which tho
they cushion her fall, they also catch her fast in that utterly undignified
position in which she fell.
Silkie: *Blinks towards the continued
crashing, now wanting to investigate it, and taking a small step in that
direction.*
Angelia Caponelli : She looks over to where
the woman fell, her fur bristling in every direction, ears and whiskers
twitching. ~garou~ That her Harvey?
Carla: Gotta hand it to her, she can climb
trees whilst wearing a kimono... Do we suspect... spider-monkey shifters?! She
nods gratefully to Angelia when it seems all hell is not about to break loose,
and indicates that she wishes to stand up again.
Singha (Feb 5 pm): Harvey recognizes Ah Bing Shen, who slowly extricates herself
from teh brambles adn regards the Dragons with an imperious, tho somewhat
mussed, nod. "The spirits have spoken. Leave us."
Silkie: *And when no one shoots her for
moving, goes to help the woman get out of the brambles.*
Harvey Forrester: *Harvey doesn't respond to Ang, but he watches Ah Bing
Shen*
Singha (Feb 5 pm): The Dragons stare with disbelief at the tableau before them,
then bow deeply and turn to traverse the path they've just crunched through.
Watches-the-Wound: *He keeps an eye on the
Dragons, sceptical*
Watches-the-Wound: *Furrows his brow. Looks at
Feeds. Fairly quiet voice* This is strange.
Feeds-in-Anger: *Grunts quietly and nods in
reply to Watches...the frown on his face indicative of his opinion of it all.*
Angelia Caponelli : She moves back from
Carla slowly and offers her a big, clawed, furry hand up.
Nabiki: *Alright. No fight. Good. She slowly
returns to homid.*
Singha (Feb 5 pm): Ah Bing Shen smiles at Silkie, her demeanor one of polite
gratitude at being help, combined with a self-centered regality which screams
"of course you'll help me. I'm ~me~."
Silkie: *Curiously sniffs the woman.*
"Hello."
Carla: She takes Angelia's fluffy hand and
smiles her gratitude to the Garou before straightening herself out and looking
toward the clumsy cat in the Kimono.
Nabiki: ((Heh, Fluffy. Angelia's new
nickname. *G*))
Singha (Feb 5 pm): "Well," Ah says, clapping her hands like an excited
school girl. "Harvey has succeeded."
Silkie: *Plucks a bit of vine out of the
woman's kimono.* "I think the bushes want to decorate you."
Nabiki: *At what, she wonders, glancing at
Harvey.*
Watches-the-Wound: *He looks at the little
woman. Furrows his brow* In what, sitting still?
Feeds-in-Anger: *Standing up, starting to pace
again, one eye on the strange woman.*
Angelia Caponelli : (Um no!)
Harvey Forrester: *slowly stands up, and bows his head to her to her
respectfully*
Singha (Feb 5 pm): She opens up her kimono, which is lined with pockets that
contain all sorts of things, and begins pulling small wooden bowls out, placing
one in front of each of those who wish to climb the mountain. "This is a
new ritual...I've been practicing quite a bit for this day..." Her voice
is twittery and feminine.
Angelia Caponelli : She shrinks slowly down
to homid then to look over the woman, then to Harvey and back to the woman with
a faint smile. She scoops up her little velevet case and knife, sheathing the
latter before looking fown at the bowl curiously.
Watches-the-Wound: *He looks at Angelia with the trademarked "Who
the hell is this and what is she on about" look*
Nabiki: *Oh Joy, someone experienced to oversee
the rite.*
Singha (Feb 5 pm): She smiles at Watches, patting him like a proud old
grandmother, tho she doesn't look much older than thirty. "Isn't that
wonderful? A shark with a sense of humor."
Angelia Caponelli : Glances over to Watches,
"She is our guide it seems."
Silkie: *Picks up a bowl and turns it in her
hands curiously.*
Singha (Feb 5 pm): Silkie doesn't get a bowl.
Feeds-in-Anger: *Stopping in front of the
bowl and eyeing the woman with quite unconcealed puzzlement.*
Nabiki: *Watches all this, keeping a calm,
expressionless visage.*
Watches-the-Wound: *He grunts, looking at her*
Got to have some humor to handle dirtwalkers in the long run without going
crazy.
Singha (Feb 5 pm): Once all the bowls are out, she pulls a brazier out from
inside the folds of her cloak, and sets it in the center of the clearing, at
the base of the boulder that once held the stone.
Silkie: ((picking up
Feeds' bowl then, to check it out))
Watches-the-Wound: *He looks around at the
bowls, counting. Furrows his brow* Six?
Nabiki: *Glances down at the bowl, then at
the woman.*
Singha (Feb 5 pm): She removes some quick lighting charcoal that smells of
sandalwood and puts it in the brazier, lighting it up and glancing around the
clearing. "While we wait for that to burn, perhaps you can tell me your
names?"
Carla: "Faris Chiaroscuro," she
states strongly, calmly, still gazing at Ah.
Feeds-in-Anger: *Glancing to Watches at this
- he probably knows the right way to say it in ritual-thingies.*
Silkie: *Yes, as she suspected, its a bowl.
She passes it up to Feeds, so he can have a look.* I'm Silkie.
Watches-the-Wound: *He looks at the kimono
woman* Watches-the-Wound.
Feeds-in-Anger: *Just motions for Silkie to
put it back down, although not in an impatient manner.*
Angelia Caponelli : She looks over those
with the bowls, noting Harvey's with a nod and sits down infront of hers.
"Angelia Caponelli, some of my people know me as Shadow Caster."
Feeds-in-Anger: Feeds-in-Anger.
Silkie: *Sets it back down.*
Nabiki: "Nabiki Tala'mau, Akaa of the
Swara."
Harvey Forrester: "Harvey Forrester, Kin-Saver."
Carla: ((Cherry-flavoured?))
Singha (Feb 5 pm): She smiles and makes a series of bows that somehow shows
respect to each person, but never loses that self-important "I'm all
that" attitude.
Angelia Caponelli : She sort of half bows
where she's sitting in return when the woman bows to her.
Carla: She bows in return, but is hesitant
to sit right away, what with the amount of time it takes to get up again.
Watches-the-Wound: *A sort of nod that is kind of a bow, but it seems
like bowing is a motion the shark-man isn't used to*
Harvey Forrester: *bows to Shen when she bows*
Silkie: ((*L* Poor Carla, can't get up from
the ground but is going to climb a mountain.))
Feeds-in-Anger: *Tries to mimick her movement
in return, and does a suprisingly good job.*
Singha (Feb 5 pm): "I am Ah Bing Shen, Gold Mirror of the Winding Cobra
Sentai, Shinju Doshi of the Court of a Hundred Blossoms." She makes a
little gesture that indicates they may bow and scrape now, she'll wait.
Carla: ((At least you can climb a mountain
on all fours *G*))
Nabiki: *An acknowledging glance, no bows
from Nabiki.*
Feeds-in-Anger: *Nods at this. That's who she
is then.*
Watches-the-Wound: *Arches an eyebrow at the Winding Cobra*
Carla: She sits.
Silkie: *Fidgets, starting to get bored.*
Singha (Feb 5 pm): "I think we might be missing someone..." she
glances around. "I have seven bowls."
Angelia Caponelli : She
bows again to Ah Bing Shen, since that seems to be the proper way to meet an
introduction.
Silkie: "Are we gonna do
anything?"
Harvey Forrester: *bows again, then sits down*
Watches-the-Wound: *He looks at Ang, then at Shen* Seven? I thought
there was to be five.
Silkie: "I didn't get one," she
announces loudly.
Singha (Feb 5 pm): "Oh, well," She sighs and puts the bowl into her
sleeve. "Perhaps he'll arrive later."
Nabiki: *Likes the way Watches asks all the
questions she's above asking.*
Angelia Caponelli : She lifts her head and looks
to Ah with some suprise, "7? I thought there were only suposed to be 5 of
us."
Carla: "Who is it that you are
expecting?"
Singha (Feb 5 pm): Ah nods to Silkie. "Of course you didn't." But she
doesn't explain, moving on to sprinkle some incense on the coals of the
brazier.
Silkie: *Not that she really knows what she
would do with it. But everyone else got one.*
Watches-the-Wound: *He looks at Angelia* I got the impression that
anything else than five would mean a less "auspicious" Sentai.
Silkie: *Looks up at Feeds, apparently
expecting him to explain something.*
Singha (Feb 5 pm): "I was told there were to be seven. One for each head of
the hydra." Ah explains. "But perhaps the seventh awaits us atop the
mountain."
Watches-the-Wound: *Grunts* Hydra?
Angelia Caponelli : She
nods a bit to Watches and glances off the way they came with a sad sigh.
"That's what I thought as well but we're hardly typical I supose."
Feeds-in-Anger: *Looks to Silkie and shrugs.*
You can't be in a slew.
Watches-the-Wound: *He grins without mirth* Of
course we're not typical, Angelia. For starters, we're not Hengeyokai.
Silkie: Watches> "A great sea
monster with seven heads, looong necks and big clawed flippers."
Silkie: Feeds> "Why not?"
Singha (Feb 5 pm): "There are those who bow to the whims of Fate," She
explains patiently, picking a few more brambles off her kimono "and there
are those who seize their Destinies and therefore make their own luck. Your
august patron wishes those of the latter category."
Angelia Caponelli : She lookd to the woman
with a little suprise as well before nodding a little to Silkie's explination.
Feeds-in-Anger: You're not Rokea. And you're
not a werewolf or werecat or something either.
Watches-the-Wound: *He grunts* Sounds Qyrlish to
me.
Feeds-in-Anger: *Nods in agreement with
Watches.* Too many heads.
Silkie: *Okay... no, she's none of those
things...* "I have to be something."
Carla: "Neither am I." She smiles
at Feeds.
Angelia Caponelli : "Neither is
Carla." She mumbles. "I don't understand what this has to do with the
Hydra."
Silkie: *Nods at Watches.* "Oh yes,
very Qyrlish."
Feeds-in-Anger: *Looks to Carla and raises an
eyebrow.* Okay..*Looks back to Silkie.* You are, and you told me what that is.
And apparently, you can't be in sentai-slews..
Silkie: "And Carla counts as two.
That's more than seven."
Harvey Forrester: *is silently listening, clearly used to not
understanding exactly what other people are talking about*
Carla: "I wish to know why Silkie
cannot be a part of this." She gazes questioningly to Ah.
Singha (Feb 5 pm): "You are something, Silkie. You are simply not meant to
climb this particular mountain."
Watches-the-Wound: *He looks at Ah as well.
This being a matter of interest to him*
Carla: She nods thoughtfully.
Silkie: "But, you're my fish. Who's
going to look after on on Unsea?" *Afterall, hasn't she been keeping them
out of trouble all this time?*
Singha (Feb 5 pm): Ah looks to Carla. "If you wish that question answered,
then I recommend you take it up with the honorable Empress of the Deep."
Watches-the-Wound: *He looks at Silkie* We
probably won't be leaving these waters much, Silkie. Don't worry.
Angelia Caponelli : She smiles over to
Silkie, "You can still be with them Silkie. Do not worry."
Nabiki: *Looks at Silkie, wondering if the
girl shouldn't be sent away. She is prone to being a distraction.*
Feeds-in-Anger: *Nods reassuringly to Silkie.
If Watches says it, it's true.*
Carla: "Then perhaps we should
begin."
Silkie: *Smiles at Carla as she speaks up
for her.*
Silkie: "Okay." *If Feeds says
what Watches says is true, then it must be true.*
Angelia Caponelli : She
nods in agreement with Carla, "You're right, we should."
Nabiki Tala'mau: *Silent, patient as a cat, she waits for what comes.*
Singha (Feb 5 pm): Ah Bing Shen nods, and begins pouring fragrant oil from an
ancient looking cloissonne flask into each bowl. "Would you mind guarding
us during this Rite, Silkie?"
Angelia Caponelli : She leans down a little
to sniff at the oil dripped into the bowl infront of her.
Watches-the-Wound: *Watching everything Shen
does with interest, always curious about unfamiliar Rites*
Silkie: *Nods and moves away from the group
to patrol the clearing, feeling all self-important.* "I won't let anyone
bother you," she promises, although she's completely unarmed.
Singha (Feb 5 pm): The oil appears to have the essences of several different
plants. The discriminating nose can identify sage, copal, and patchouli among
the mix.
Nabiki Tala'mau: *Still standing, unless bid
to sit, she watches, nose twitching at the smell.*
Carla: She smiles gratefully to Silkie.
"Thank you."
Silkie: *Whispers to the brambles to get
extra high and thick, promising she'll dance with them later if they don't poke
her.*
Silkie: *Grins at Carla.* "You still
count as two."
Angelia Caponelli : She knows sage that's
about all. She smiles to Silkie before fixing her gaze on the rite master.
Silkie: *Looking thoughtful..., "Or
maybe three." *She is kinda big.*
Harvey Forrester: *watches Ah, waiting to be told what to do, if he has
to do something*
Carla: She grins softly at Silkie, then
offers Nabiki a gentle smile, gesturing for her to sit if she wishes.
Singha (Feb 5 pm): Those who are familiar with it also smell the essence of
wormwood in the mix.
Nabiki Tala'mau: *Slowly sinks gracefully to
sitting position, after a few more moments.*
Watches-the-Wound: 9,9,5,4,10,7,7,
Singha (Feb 5 pm): Ah Bing Shen sprinkles something on the fire, and a cloud of
smoke arises, billowing out around the clearing.
Silkie: *Looks for a tree she can climb for
a good view of the surrounding area.*
Nabiki Tala'mau: *Crinkles her nose again,
blinking at the smoke.*
Feeds-in-Anger: *Frowns a bit, not liking
smoke.*
Singha (Feb 5 pm): She then pulls a string of gong bells from her kimmono and
strikes them once the smoke has permeated to the edge of the clearing.
Singha (Feb 5 pm): 3,4,8,6,5,9,9,8,
Singha (Feb 5 pm): Those within the clearing suddenly find themselves in the
umbra, sitting or kneeling on the dais at the base of the diamond throne.
Carla: Goddamnit. She knew she shouldn't
have sat down.
Feeds-in-Anger: *Looks around, big frown on his
face, somewhat startled.*
Angelia Caponelli : She looks up slowly from
the base of the throne, up up to see who is sitting on it.
Singha (Feb 5 pm): ((You can be rank 7 8 or 9 if you're a BSD. *crooks fingers
toward the dark side with an evil leer*))
Nabiki: *Blink.*
Watches-the-Wound: *Looking around. Recognizing
the place. He grunts, eager to see more silver fish*
Carla: ((*Already IS Rank 7... Grins
evilly*))
Harvey Forrester: *looks around, and up, surprised at the sudden change
of plane of existence*
Nabiki: ((Shivers. Hmmm. *G* I feel the dark
side of the force.))
Watches-the-Wound: *Holds out a hand to help
Carla up*
Angelia Caponelli : (Is to vain to ever
dance the spiral. Those moo-foos are UGLY).
Silkie: *Hey, where'd everyone go?*
Carla: She takes Watches'
hand gratefully and hauls herself up. "Thank you." She smiles to him.
Singha (Feb 5 pm): In the bowls in front of each of them, the liquid has turned
colorful, shimmering rainbows and twisting, chimeric designs within them.
((Everybody roll GN but Carla, who rolls WP))
Carla: 9,8,5,6,6,10,9,
Watches-the-Wound: *Looks down at the bowl*
Carla: ((I don't know WHY I bother! Sheesh!
*G*))
Watches-the-Wound: 4,8,2,2,9,7,
Angelia Caponelli : 6,3,5,1,
Nabiki: 4,8,4,7,9,2,7,6,
Feeds-in-Anger: 2,7,7,9,5,
Harvey Forrester: 2,3,
Nabiki: ((Carla's fixed the dice-bot, she's
dealing from a stacked deck.))
Harvey Forrester: ((woo! not a botch! I rule!))
Carla: ((Yes. And? *G*))
Singha (Feb 5 pm): Sitting on the diamond throne is a vaguely formed outline of
a man, ghostly, shimmering, but with the faint corruscation of rainbow colors
at the core.
Watches-the-Wound: (*Blinks at the poor
human-born wretches*)
Silkie: ((Heh. Pats
Harvey.)) ((Silkie see anyone nearby?))
Feeds-in-Anger: *Looking up at the figure.*
Harvey Forrester: *looks at the figure, curiously*
Nabiki: *Looks curiously at the rainbow man,
amber eyes fixed upon him.*
Singha (Feb 5 pm): in front of the dais, which faces south, is a single, cone
shaped mountain, the crown wreathed in mists, one wooded slope covered in pine
and fir along, one slope wreathed in deciduous forests of maple and hickory,
one slope in jungle hardwoods, one slope covered in shale and decomposed
granite, and one slope forested with an army.
Angelia Caponelli : Looks over the ghoastly
king, her fingers tightening and then relaxing before she turns her attention
over the quartered mountain.
Nabiki: ((Image of a mountain, or the
mountain is off in the distance?))
Singha (Feb 5 pm): Floating above the dais, a little behind the throne, a regal
looking Aztec wearing jade and turquoise appears, wearing a headress of blue
and gold macaw feathers.
Watches-the-Wound: *Looks at the Aztec guy. There he is again*
Harvey Forrester: *looks to the mountain, then at the Aztec who has
appeared*
Carla: She bows to the figure on the throne,
then looks around slowly, gaze taking in the mountain, the Aztec, and the
others around her.
Singha (Feb 5 pm): ((The Mountain is sort of...floating where the plains would
be, it's base shrouded in mist. The mountains they're used to seeing here are
much farther away in the distance, but now blocked out by this spirit
mountain.))
Feeds-in-Anger: *Rises and bows as well,
figuring it's best to be polite. Studying the scene with his usual, flat
expression.*
Nabiki -> Singha (Feb 5 pm): ((That would be Nabiki's jamak?))
Harvey Forrester: *imitates those who are standing up and bowing*
Nabiki: *Hint of a nod to the Aztek.*
Angelia Caponelli : She too rises slowly and
inclines her head respectfully to the Aztec. "Greetings."
Nabiki: *Sees no reason yet to rise.*
Watches-the-Wound: *Hasn't sat down yet*
Nabiki: *Hint of a nod to
the Aztek.*
Angelia Caponelli : She too rises slowly and
inclines her head respectfully to the Aztec. "Greetings."
Nabiki: *Sees no reason yet to rise.*
Watches-the-Wound: *Hasn't sat down yet*
Singha (Feb 5 pm): Ah bing Shen claps her hands in that girlish manner, looking
quite happy at the outcome of events. She bows deeply to the Aztec looking man,
and says to him in a language none of them hear, but each understands as his or
her Breed language (except Carla, who gets it telepathically), "Greetings,
honorable and August Lord."
Silkie: *Rapidly getting bored guarding an
empty clearing, she drops from her tree.*
Singha (Feb 5 pm) -> Nabiki: ((Yes, but she's only seen him in this guise here in this
umbral realm...and he feels somehow...bigger than her jamak))
Singha (Feb 5 pm): Silkie can't see what's going on in the clearing, since it's
obscured with smoke.
Carla: She turns her attention to Ah and the
conversation.
Nabiki: *Calm, satisfied her choice to join
the sentai was indeed a good one. She might purr if she were so equipped.*
Singha (Feb 5 pm) -> Silkie: ((It would probably be best to drop Silkie from this scene,
since about this time gamewise Stoney would be arriving on the island, and it
might be good to do that scene with him either later tonight or on another day
(or night, whenever you and Stoney can get together before Sunday)))
Silkie: ((dlp then, remains on guard a
little longer, before she gets bored guarding a clearing full of silent smoke))
Angelia Caponelli : She folds her hands
neatly around the little case she's been carrying she looks between Ah and the
aztec slowly.
Carla -> Singha (Feb 5 pm): ((2 hours, period))
Silkie -> Singha (Feb 5 pm): ((She's going to head to the cabin, tell the men there
it's Ah's wish they be extra vigilant in making sure no one disturbs the
ritual, and request hot chocolate. It's too cold to hang around outside.))
Watches-the-Wound: *Watching Ah, the mountain,
the throne, the Aztec*
Singha (Feb 5 pm): The Aztec smiles, and returns the nod to Ah Bing Shen. He
speaks in the same manner as she, coming across as a sending to teh sharks,
Breed languages for the Garou and Bastet, and telepathy for Carla.
"Greetings, daughter of the Hundred Blossoms. Who are these, who wish to
climb the mountain in service to me?"
Angelia Caponelli : Smiles a little to hear
the spirit speak in garou, for some reason that's a little comforting. She
looks to Ah, waiting to see if the woman shall answer or if they should speak
for themselves.
Singha (Feb 5 pm): Ah introduces each of those present, and then motions for
them to present their gifts.
Carla: She takes from her back pocket a
little resealable plastic baggie containing a splat of redness. Opening it she
withdraws a full, thick, soft rose petal of the liveliest red and proffers it
to the figure on the throne in the palm of her hand, offering a small bow as
she does so.
Angelia Caponelli : Angelia steps forwards
and opens up the case she's holding. She very carefully lifts out the platinum
and diamond collar from inside, squeezing the jewels gently and taking a deep
breath before stepping forwards to offer it to the spirit.
Angelia Caponelli -> Singha (Feb 5 pm): That would be the very first one that Trev gave ang
there. She hands it over with some diffeculty.
Singha (Feb 5 pm): ((The figure on the throne is not the floating Aztec-looking
guy, for clarification))
Watches-the-Wound: *He steps forward, holding
out in his hand a fairly big pearl* This is my gift. Formed in the depts of
Sea, like Kunspawn. Changing from speck of sand into firm beauty. Symbolic of
our history. It endures and develops, like the Wheel of Ages turns.
Jeremy Thomas -> Singha (Feb 5 pm): (Is
I too late to get into this part?)
Feeds-in-Anger: *Removing his backpack, he
removes a quite beautiful conch horn, looking into it as if to make sure
something is still in it. Smiles a little, satisfied that this is so, and steps
forward to offer it up to the spirit.* The water is the gift. *He says, in a
respectful tone of voice, head bent.*
Singha (Feb 5 pm) -> Jeremy Thomas: ((Dude, where ya been? Been looking for you. Wasn't sure if
you wanted to join or no))
Nabiki: *Eyes moving to Harvey after Feeds
presents his gift.*
Jeremy Thomas -> Singha (Feb 5 pm): (Been
Uber-sick last coupla days.))
Harvey Forrester -> Singha (Feb 5 pm): ((did
Ah mention anything about a gift to Harvey before? Or is he taken by
surprise?)).
Singha (Feb 5 pm) -> Jeremy Thomas: ((It's a bit difficult this late in the game to work Jer
in...Did Ang talk to him about the sentai? If so, would he have decided to
join?))
Singha (Feb 5 pm) -> Harvey Forrester: ((He's taken by surprise, since none of the Asians expected
him to really end up joining them.))
Harvey Forrester: *looks rather surprised at the whole thing...clearly
no one told him about this part...*
Jeremy Thomas -> Singha (Feb 5 pm): ((No,
she's never brought it up. And I know it'll be tough this late...I was just
checking since I won't be able to do it Sunday, thanks to work.))
Angelia Caponelli : She glances side ways at
Harvey and nods reassuringly.
Jeremy Thomas -> Singha (Feb 5 pm): ((If
she ever DID bring it up, he'd say yes, though. :P))
Nabiki: *Rises to her feet, and removes a
small gold ring from her right ear, stepping towards Harvey, rather than the
throne, deciding suddenly on an alternate gift.*
Nabiki: She places the ring in her palm and
whispers to him, "A drop of your blood, please."
Nabiki: *Her eyes locked on his, looking to
see if he'll trust her.*
Harvey Forrester: *looks at Nabiki, still confused, but ends up using
one of his nails to give himself a fairly deep scratch, at least, deep enough
to draw a drop of blood*
Nabiki: *Catches the drop in the center of
the gold ring, then loops her arm through Harvey's and steps to the throne with
him, extending the gift. The gold hoop was given her by her mother when she
came of age. It's the first time she's removed it since that day.*
Watches-the-Wound: (We're one Singha short
again)
Nabiki: ((waits to see if Harvey moves with
her))
Singha (Feb 5 pm): The very handsome looking Aztec man in his robes of gold and
blue and green watches the business between Nabiki and Harvey curiously.
Harvey Forrester: *moves with Nabiki, attmepting to look not-confused,
but failing*
Nabiki: "Our gifts
are trust, and unity."
Watches-the-Wound: *He smiles with those oddly
pointed teeth. Seems to be approving*
Harvey Forrester: *just kind of nods, beginning to get it*
Nabiki: *Standing tall, and proud. Eyes
drifting to Harvey, then to the Aztec. She didn't know if Harvey would trust
her enough to do this. She's actually proud of him.*
Angelia Caponelli : She looks over the pair
and then to the Aztec, still holding out her gift, waiting to see if he excepts
all they've brought.
Singha (Feb 5 pm): The Feathered man looks quite pleased with all the gifts, and
waves his hand, and all the gifts disappear. "To prove your commitment,
your worth, and your virtue, I have placed your gifts atop the mountain. Where
you find them, you will find your destinies."
Carla: ((The Aztec is not the guy on the throne.
That's rainbow-dude.))
Carla: She considers this. Then she looks to
the mountain. Then to him again.
Angelia Caponelli : She glances over the
mountain thoughtfully and nods to their spirit patron to be.
Harvey Forrester: *ok, now he seems to have some sort of idea of what's
going on, he looks to the others, waiting for some sort of indication that they
should start*
Singha (Feb 5 pm): ((Again, for clarification, the only thing on the throne is a
vague, hazy outline of a man with sparkling rainbow bursts moving inside the
outline randomly and faintly. The Aztec guy is floating above and behind the
throne.))
Nabiki: *Lowers her hand when the gift
vanishes, arm still looped through Harvey's.*
Angelia Caponelli : (nods)
Watches-the-Wound: *He looks at the mountain,
then at Aztec Guy* Alright.
Carla: "I have no desire to stumble
across my destiny as if it were something to find, no matter how hard the
search. I wish to choose it. I gave the petal as a gift, and do not expect it
back again. Love is for you, just as it is for everyone. I expect nothing in
return." Her voice is calm, soft, but firm.
Feeds-in-Anger: *Looks around, swinging the
now-empty backpack onto his back. Seems ready for anything as he eyes the
mountain.*
Singha (Feb 5 pm): Ah Bing Shen seems to be quite satisfied with how things are
turning out and just sits down on the dais to await the outcome.
Nabiki: *Lips curling into the beginnings of
a smile at Carla's words.*
Singha (Feb 5 pm): And then Carla speaks and Ah Bing Shen almost falls off the
dais in shock, utterly mortified.
Angelia Caponelli : She closes the velvet
case with a touch sadness in her expression and glances up at Carla, an eyebrow
raising just slightly.
Harvey Forrester: *ok...confusion again*
Watches-the-Wound: *Loks at Carla, then at the
Aztec. Glances at Feeds in a "Let's hear this"-way*
Feeds-in-Anger: *Nods slowly to Watches,
scratching the back of his neck with a gloved hand.*
Carla: Her gaze doesn't drift from the
figure on the throne.
Singha (Feb 5 pm): The Aztec-looking guy smiles, amused, at Carla. "You
have lost something you wish to retrieve, have you not? The path you choose up
the mountain will determine whether you will find it again."
Angelia Caponelli : She straightens a little
and looks to Carla, "Trust me?" She asks quietly.
Carla: She looks to the Aztec, smiling
softly. "All right." She bows slightly to them both, then turns away
and reaches for Caradoc.
Carla: Pauses in the Caradoc thing, looking
to Angelia. "Of course I trust you."
Nabiki: *The near-smile blossoming at
Angelia's words.*
Angelia Caponelli : She reaches over and rests a hand lightly on Carla's
before looking back to the spirit, "We will climb."
Nabiki: ((Player looks
blank. Caradoc?))
Angelia Caponelli : (He's a spirit Nabiki)
Carla: She grins softly, squeezes Angelia's
hand, and continues with the Caradoc thing.
Nabiki: ((thanks))
Carla: 3,8,9,3,6,9,5,
Watches-the-Wound: (Was there five different
paths?)
Singha (Feb 5 pm) -> Carla: She feels the warmth flood her.
Nabiki: ((4, I think.))
Angelia Caponelli : (4)
Carla: ((Five))
Angelia Caponelli : (A forest, a jungle, and
army and a desolate ruines sort of thing)
Carla: ((One evergreen forest, one deciduous
forest, one shale and granite, one jungle, and one army))
Watches-the-Wound: (OOC: I believe I counted
five. Fir and pine, jungle hardwood, shale and decomposed rock, an army, and
another kind of trees)
Angelia Caponelli : (You're right!)
Singha (Feb 5 pm): ((Yes, 5 different slopes...one with evergreens, one with
deciduous trees like maple and hickory, one with jungle flora, one with shale
and decomposed granite, and one forested by an army.))
Carla -> Singha (Feb 5 pm): "Can you manifest here? Appear physically?"
Watches-the-Wound: *He looks at the mountain,
then at the Aztec* We each choose a path, then climb it to the top?
Nabiki: ((Oh good, that makes more sense
than a hardwood jungle. *L*))
Singha (Feb 5 pm): A large, glowing gold dragon appears, with eight legs and a
shortish, curly mane that resembles a jurisprudence wig.
Watches-the-Wound: (OOC: I do believe Singha
said "Jungle Hardwoods", like teak and such. *s*)
Nabiki: "I think we should stay
together."
Watches-the-Wound: *He blinks. Dragon. Whoa*
Nabiki: *Showing no surprise at the
appearance of the dragon, in spite of her surprise, watching it closely.*
Carla -> Singha (Feb 5 pm): "Would you mind if I rode you? It is a long climb,
and I am very, very pregnant." She sounds both apologetic and rueful.
Harvey Forrester: *looks at the dragon, and blinks.*
Angelia Caponelli : She nods a little to
Nabiki as she looks over the dragon, not a disturbed as most would probably be
by the large serpant. She dips her hear towards the beast, "Greetings Old
One."
Singha (Feb 5 pm): The Aztec grins, even more amused, and answers Watches.
"The test, and the choices you make on this journey, are what shall show
me the truth of you. There is no one right path. There is only the one right
path."
Watches-the-Wound: *He grunts* I don't expect
any of the paths to be right. Just different. They all seem to lead to the top.
Nabiki: *Now THAT sounds like her Jamak
speaking.*
Feeds-in-Anger: If we're not -supposed- to
split up, we stay together. We supposed to be a slew, got to learn to work
together.
Singha (Feb 5 pm): The dragon moves to allow Carla to climb on it.
Carla: She smiles gratefully, leaning in to
kiss the dragon's cheek before climbing aboard, curling her fingers into his
mane. "Thank you."
Nabiki: *Boldly steps up after Carla,
pulling poor Harvey along with her.* "With your permission, dragon?"
*Obviously intending to mount.*
Harvey Forrester: *is pulled along*
Watches-the-Wound: *Looks at the dragon, Carla
and the rest. Blinks*
Singha (Feb 5 pm): The dragon doesn't seem to mind Nabiki and/or Harvey mounting
up, either. Whoever sits atop the dragone finds themselves flushed with a sense
of compassion, a deep sense of love for everything and everyone around them.
Carla: She looks to Nabiki. Then the hapless
Harvey. She looks around each one in turn, then toward the mountain. "If
our destinies are to be forged together, then we should tackle this challenge
together. If we are to do our best, then we must know what our best is."
She looks to Nabiki. "I am told that you are a superb scout. Is this
true?"
Nabiki: *Releases Harvey, climbs aboard, and
offers Harvey her hand.*
Watches-the-Wound: *He grins* She's good.
Feeds-in-Anger: *Regards the dragon in a
relaxed manner.*
Harvey Forrester: *accepts Nabiki's hand, and climbs aboard the dragon.*
Angelia Caponelli : She eyes the dragon who
is far larger then the ones she knows. She smiles and walks over touch the
dragon's scales lightly, her cheeks flushing a little as she listens to Carla.
Nabiki: *Now who could have told her that?*
"I am capable."
Carla: She nods, then extends her hand to
Angelia. "All aboard who are coming aboard, but prime seat goes to the
pregnant lady at all times." She grins gently.
Watches-the-Wound: *Looks at Feeds* What do you
think? Is it bigger than the one that was in the bay?
Nabiki: *And since Harvey
looks lost and confused, she gives him a little nudge after he settles behind
her, and whisper, "Offer your hand to Feeds."
Watches-the-Wound: *Grins* What do you say,
Feeds-in-Anger? A visit to Oversea?
Harvey Forrester: *extends his hand to Feeds*
Angelia Caponelli : She reaches up to take
Carla's hand and clamber up near her. Before reaching over to offer her hand to
watches. "Thank you Carla," She says quietly but heartfelt, keeping
one hand on the dragon's scaled back at all times.
Feeds-in-Anger: Not sure. Was in Squamus then.
Uh.. *Looks at the dragon critically for a little bit. Then grunts and takes
Harvey's hand, allowing himself to be helped aboard.*
Watches-the-Wound: *He grabs Angelia's hand,
swinging himself onboard* This'll be something new.
Angelia Caponelli : "This is kind of
what the All feels like," She informs everyone, smiling serenely, warmed
and relaxed by the free flow of love and compassion surrounding the dragon.
Nabiki: *Scoots back a little into Harvey,
to make room for Watches.*
Feeds-in-Anger: *A gasp escapes him as he sits
down. Emotions he's only felt shadows of before enveloping him. Grabs Harvey in
a compassionate bearhug, smiling broadly.*
Carla: She's a strong girl, and heaves the
teenytiny Angelia up as well as she can, helping her up until she's able to
settle herself in. Once she's satisfied everyone's on, she slips her fingers
into the dragon's mane, and states "Everyone hold on." Then to the
dragon she murmurs softly "Toward the mountain, please. Let us look at our
options more closely."
Nabiki: *Places her palms flush against the
scales of the dragon's back. If there were room, she'd roll around on the beast
as though it were made of catnip.*
Watches-the-Wound: *He blinks, looking around.
The seed that has been slowly growing inside of him seems to have suddenly
sprung into full bloom. Confused, but happy, he holds onto Angelia's hand* This
is going to be great.
Harvey Forrester: *holds on*
Angelia Caponelli : She she gives Watche's
hand a squeeze and holds onto it, her other hand still firmly pressed against the
dragon's golden scales. "Couldn't we simply fly to the top... making our
own path?"
Feeds-in-Anger: *Releasing Harvey after a
while, holding on to the dragon, looking around.*
Nabiki: *Wind, sky, an
unexpected array of strange companions, aboard dragonback. What cheetah has
never dreamed of flying? She can't remember ever feeling this happy before.*
Carla: "I somehow feel that would be
cheap, don't you?" She grins a little. "Besides, I quite fancy seeing
what we can do together."
Feeds-in-Anger: *Grins from ear to ear where he
sits.*
Singha (Feb 5 pm): The dragon starts to undulate, those eight legs pumping the
air, and it enters teh fog at the base of the mountain.
Angelia Caponelli : She shrugs a bit and
looks over the mountain as they fly closer. "I don't think so... What is
everyone most comfortable in then? The forest?"
Watches-the-Wound: *He chuckles, looking at
Feeds* Oversea welcomes us.
Carla: "The army."
Nabiki: *Doesn't hold on, throwing her arms
out, the fabric of her gown flapping in the wind.*
Angelia Caponelli : She looks at Carla a
little suprised. "Nabiki?"
Feeds-in-Anger: I like the army. It's something
we see what is. We know what the threat is. Killing is not difficult. *Looking
over to Watches, nodding and smiling.* It even seems less pained from here.
Nabiki: *Did she hear her name over the
wind? Opening her eyes, which she'd allowed to fall shut.*
Singha (Feb 5 pm): The dragon udulates through the fog, which is heavy and
thick, and things grow dark and sinister around them. Harvey and Ang begin to
see threatening creatures stalking them in the fog.
Watches-the-Wound: *He looks towards the
mountain* Killing is not all we should be doing. And the army might not be for
killing, but for leading. Maybe there is another slope that might suit us well.
Nabiki: "Yes?"
Harvey Forrester: *loks around, worriedly...ubt
perhaps he's just afraid of flying?*
Nabiki: *Nods her agreement with Watches.*
"Did Carla not command another army here once?"
Feeds-in-Anger: *He nods.* You're right. It
-is- something we might be able to talk to though. Find out stuff, maybe.
Angelia Caponelli : She nods a little to
Carla, "That's what I was thinking... Nabiki do you have any slope you
would perfer?"
Harvey Forrester: "Umm...does anyone else see those?" *points
out one of hte creature*
Nabiki: "I have no preference."
Watches-the-Wound: *Looks around into the fog*
We're not alone.
Nabiki: *Narrows her eyes at the shadows in
the mist.*
Carla: She nods. "We should be swift.
The army could be an uneccesary risk, and if they are an enemy they could
overwhelm us. So I propose either the army or the maple trees. I vote for the
army, however."
Angelia Caponelli : She looks out over the
fog and nods a little with a bit of a frown, "No we're not. I suggest one
of the forests."
Singha (Feb 5 pm): They're really really evil, twisted, flying batlike
creatures...only their faces and torsos look like they might be BSD's. They
seem to be circling the dragon, leering out of the fog at Harvey and Ang.
Nabiki: "Best we not linger. We can
land to the army's flank and approach it for a look. I don't suggest landing
amidst it."
Feeds-in-Anger: *Looks to Watches, wondering
what his reasoning is.*
Carla: "All right." She nods and
leans in to murmur to the dragon "The deciduous forest, as fast as you can
please."
Nabiki: "If we don't like what we see,
then we can choose another path."
Singha (Feb 5 pm): No one else sees the creatures besides Ang and Harvey.
Watches-the-Wound: *He grunts* Evergreens
sounds good to me, too.
Singha (Feb 5 pm): The dragon veers away from the one course, heading off toward
the other.
Angelia Caponelli : Her eyes widen a littl
as she looks over the creatures but here in the little pocket of the All she
doesn't seem nearly as scared as she would other wise.
Singha (Feb 5 pm) -> Jeremy Thomas: Is he going to call out to the peeps he hears, or not?
Jeremy Thomas: *A low moan emits from down
the slope, and few moments later, Jer stumbles into view,looking generally like
shit*
Watches-the-Wound: *He furrows his brow* Isn't
that one of the wolves?
Singha (Feb 5 pm): The creatures continue to congregate around the dragon,
following it silently.
Harvey Forrester: *looks* "Is that Jeremy?! He doesn't look good,
we should help him."
Singha (Feb 5 pm): ((Jer isn't visible through the fog, but he can hear the
voices of those on the dragon.))
Harvey Forrester: ((dlp then))
Carla: She guides Caradoc toward Jeremy.
"Feeds, grab that man as we pass."
Angelia Caponelli : "I wonder what they
are," She muses, tilting her head a little to watch the things.
"Harvey, I see them but they don't look like they're attacking just... I'm
not sure."
Carla: ((DLP))
Watches-the-Wound: (Hmmm. DLP for now)
Harvey Forrester: *tenses, these creatures can't be a
good sign...*
Harvey Forrester: *nods to Ang silently*
Singha (Feb 5 pm) -> Jeremy Thomas: ((roll GN, please))
Nabiki: *Okay, Jer is seeing shadows.*
Jer> "What?" *Glances downward at Watches words, careful not to
lean too far.* "I think our path just found us."
Nabiki: (dlp)
Jeremy Thomas: *Calls out* Guys? Hey, guys?
Carla: She tilts her head.
Nabiki: ((Gah! Harv is seeing shadows.))
Harv> "What?"
Jeremy Thomas: 5,3,3,6,7,
Singha (Feb 5 pm): Jer finds himself in a dense tropical jungle teeming with all
sorts of plants and strange animals.
Angelia Caponelli : "You know when I
was in the All, I met these bat shifters that we killed eons ago..." She
tilts her head a little, "Actually that one sounds familier."
Carla: "Anyone else hear that?"
Feeds-in-Anger: Yes..
Carla: "Anyone we know?"
Angelia Caponelli : "Mmm I think we
should go towards the voice. "
Jeremy Thomas: *Looks around himself*
Shite...this can't be good. *Cups his hands and yells* HEEEEEY YOOOO
GUUUUUUUUUUUUYS....
Watches-the-Wound: *Looks into the fog* There's
a voice. It sounds like something I've heard before.
Nabiki: 8,2,10,2,8,5,
Carla: She chuckles a little and steers
toward the yelling. "Could be worse."
Watches-the-Wound: *Looks at Angie* You killed
Bat shifters aeons ago? I didn't think you people lived that long?
Nabiki: *Hears something too, and looks
down.* "Can you see anything?"
Carla: "I see fog..."
Singha (Feb 5 pm): The dragon diverts to the jungle, winding itself down through
the canopy and out of the fog to where Jeremy is shouting.
Carla: "WOOOOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!
YEAH!"
Jeremy Thomas: *Starts walking toward the
voices he heard, all sense on hyper-alert*
Angelia Caponelli : "I didn't kill
one... they were in the All. The garou killed them and the minitours and and
the boars during the rage wars." She frowns a little and peeks over the
edge of the dragon to look down towards the voice in the fog.
Harvey Forrester: *is quiet, watching the shapes that are in the mist,
following them*
Nabiki: "There!" *Points.*
Watches-the-Wound: *He furrows his brow* Why
did the Garou do that? The bats and minotaurs and boars must have had a reason
to exist.
Singha (Feb 5 pm) -> Jeremy Thomas: "Remember your pledge," a very sibilant, very regal
sounding voice echoes in Jeremy's ears. "The truth, and a fair resolution
will be your gifts to me."
Feeds-in-Anger: Stupid
Garou. *Eyes narrowed, keeping on the lookout for whatever is shouting.*
Carla: She grins happily and waves to Jeremy
as they approach. "Hey Jeremy."
Harvey Forrester: *now out of hte mist, he looks towards the voice they
were hearing, trying to identify its owner*
Angelia Caponelli : "All of the
shifters faught eachother... your people maybe not so much. They were in the
sea. But it was the forth (?) age and we forgot our duties."
Nabiki: "It is their shame. They hunted
many to extinction during that time."
Angelia Caponelli : She waves down to Jeremy
before looking bact at Feeds. "Please don't say things like that
cousin."
Carla: "Feeds, give him a hand, would
you?"
Singha (Feb 5 pm): Jeremy sees all these people he recognizes ridign on a golden
dragon with eight legs, that snakes down to where he's standing on the slope of
this really dense, incredibly diverse jungle.
Watches-the-Wound: *He grunts* That stuff
happened on land. None of you threatened Sea, so we didn't get involved.
*Blinks* Hey, I've seen that guy before.
Jeremy Thomas: *Blinks, oddly not too
surprised, and nods to them* Hey, guys. Where the fuck are we?
Harvey Forrester: "Jeremy! Are you ok?" *loudly so that Jeremy
should be able to hear him*
Feeds-in-Anger: *Nods and reaches out for
Jeremy while he answers Angelia.* Just mean that it's pretty stupid to kill all
of any kind.
Nabiki: *Smiles at Jeremy. She's seen him
before too.* "Perhaps this is where our journey begins."
Jeremy Thomas: *Reaches up to catch Feeds's
hand, so he can get lifted onto dragon's back*
Watches-the-Wound: *Pondering voice* Destroying
a species is not Harmony. Hmmm. Jeremy...Maybe he's number seven.
Singha (Feb 5 pm): Harvey and Ang are seeing more of these strange creatures,
that are now lurking amongst the trees, surrounding them as they stop to talk
to Jeremy.
Harvey Forrester: ((ACk! My evil sibling is trying to remove me from the
computer. I'll see you all later...sorry about this.))
Angelia Caponelli : She nods to Feeds,
"It was unwise. We learned that lesson at the cost of bat and boar and
minitaur's lives." She looks over the path at Jeremy. "Perhaps we
should climb the jungle side since we're here."
Nabiki: ((Later Harv-p))
Nabiki: "An expensive lesson," she
says quietly to Feeds.
Harvey Forrester: ((back, false alarm, so sorry.))
Carla: "No. We chose the forest, let is
stick with that." She looks to the dragon and adds "Can you get us
around the mountain to the trees?"
Feeds-in-Anger: *Nods quietly at what Nabiki
says, looking quite thoughtful. The emotion and situation causing him to
reflect on things quite a lot more than usual as he looks around.*
Carla: ((Stopping? I've no plan to stop
*G*))
Carla: ((let us stick...))
Jeremy Thomas: *Raises his hand*
Uhhh...again, where exactly are we?
Singha (Feb 5 pm): ((in the interests of time I'm going to truncate a big chunk
of this and fast forward through it. They are unable to reach the mountaintop
via climbing any of the slopes, and unable to fly directly to it. The shale
slips out from under their feet, they can't make it through the army without
killing those in their way, the jungle is too confusing and they can't find
their way, the maple forest sidetracks them with endless stories that the trees
have to tell, and the pine forest is banded by great chasms and unassailable
cliffs.))
Nabiki: ((Winces as they flap into the sky
to find they only have Jeremy's arm the rest of him still below. *L*))
Carla: "We are on a mountain. Those of
us here have chosen to form a Sentai in service of Fire Snake, and this is the
challenge he has set for us to lead us to our destinies."
Angelia Caponelli : She nods a little to
Carla, "Alright." And looks back to Jeremy, "We're climbing a
mountain. It seems you're our seventh."
Singha (Feb 5 pm): ((During that time, Ang can have explained to Jer where they
are and what they're doing))
Watches-the-Wound: *After attempting various ways to get up, he grunts*
Alright. This is tricky.
Carla: ((Ok, guess we get to go home
empty-handed then *G*))
Jeremy Thomas: Firesnake? *Jeremy grins a
little sheepishly, and rubs his arm* I think I may be in the club, too.
Singha (Feb 5 pm): ((Ang and Carla, whoever wants to have done that. *G*))
Feeds-in-Anger: OOC: Feeds-in-Anger will
volunteer as to try and kill the entire army. Ahem. *Player looks sheepish.*
Angelia Caponelli : (Jer do you oocly know
what's going on or do I need to fill you in?)
Watches-the-Wound: OOC: Watches volunteers to try and make Feeds not
kill the entire army.
Singha (Feb 5 pm): ((those who have enig and wish to make an Int+enig roll may
do so now))
Carla: 9,5,8,1,7,
Angelia Caponelli : 2,7,1,10,7,
Watches-the-Wound: (Whooo. He's big on Enigmas)
Feeds-in-Anger: 5,2,6,6,
Watches-the-Wound: 3,2,5,9,4,6,
Jeremy Thomas: 2,9,3,2,6,
Nabiki: 3,3,5,8,4,
Jeremy Thomas: ((I wasn't in this room for
most of it, so a quick ICQ detailing it would be good, Ang))
Singha (Feb 5 pm): ((Jer, you don't need to know any more than what you know
from our conversation earlier))
Jeremy Thomas: ((Okie))
Angelia Caponelli : (hmmm maybe we need to
go to the top of the real mountain not this one... there were two right?)
Carla: ((Let's climb any mountain but this
one. This one's broken.))
Singha (Feb 5 pm): Carla, Ang, and Watches realize that 1) they can't reach
their goals without having a clearly stated purpose, and 2) That Firesnake is
expecting them to forge a new path with this Sentai. So therefore they must
find a new way to fulfil the requirements that the Aztec put out before them.
Watches-the-Wound: *He squeezes Angelia's
shoulder a bit* You know...When I talked to Fire Snake earlier, I got the
impression he was looking for something new, not just another old-fashioned
Sentai. Maybe we should be looking for a different solution.
Carla: She draws the dragon to a halt back
where they started in the jungle, pursing her lips. "Okay. That got us
nowhere."
Angelia Caponelli : (See I thought flying to
the top was closer to the point!)
Carla: She grins at Watches, and nods.
"We're hardly old-fashioned, but yes. We need something a little more than
just striving without any sense of direction."
Watches-the-Wound: *He frowns* What do we really
want to do here? We should get that straight once and for all. Find the gifts
we brought for him?
Singha (Feb 5 pm): Feeds realizes that the mountain has fog at the base, and
mists at the top, but along the slopes, where they can't pass, is no fog or
mist. Nabiki realizes that this entire journey is an allegory, and so therefore
when they solve the puzzle and see things in the right light, they will have
attained their goal.
Angelia Caponelli : She nods a little.
"Well we want to get to the top to form our Sentai right. And to get the
sword, but I think we need more then that before we can do anything else."
Carla: "No. We want to reach our
goal."
Watches-the-Wound: *He nods*
And our goal is what? Stumbling over our destinies, as you put it?
Carla: "But what ~is~ our goal?"
She smiles gently. "I know what my goal is, but what about you all? I want
to protect New York, the city, the people within it, the creatures who live
there, the Chaya therein, from the evil that strives to corrupt it."
Singha (Feb 5 pm) -> Jeremy Thomas: Jer realizes that when Watches says "Find the gifts we
brought for him, that Firesnake wants them to do what Jer pledged...that their
path should be the one of uncovering the truth and bringing a fair resolution
among those fighting over the islands and the swords.
Feeds-in-Anger: There's fog at base of the
mountain, and mists up tip. Nothing on the slopes. Maybe it means
something...like...the stuff we see isn't the important stuff.
Carla: "I know some of us have been
given the catalyst of retrieving the sword or resurrecting the King, but what
is your true goal in life?"
Angelia Caponelli : Hmmmms softly, "Yes
what is our goal? I want to protect the city too... and the people in it, and
the creatures and spirits... and to keep the wheel of time turning so that we
are not forever trapped in the dark age of Sorrows."
Feeds-in-Anger: I want to protect Sea, and to
do so, help Mera with the Frog thing and all.
Watches-the-Wound: *He furrows his brow, looks
at Feeds* In the fog and mist we can't see. But what we can't see, we can't
pass. The beginning and the end is shrouded in mystery, the way between them is
just an illusion we can't deal with.
Nabiki: *thinking* Perhaps there is another
way? One that does not entail scaling the mountain?
Carla: "I think the mountain is not
meant to be scaled. It is what blinds us from our goals, keeps us fighting
against things we do not need to struggle against."
Angelia Caponelli : "Well we could just
go to the bottom, close our eyes and start walking and trust Fire Snake to
guide us but we aren't stumbling here today. We need to decide on a purpose
before we can go up or pick the path to that purpose."
Nabiki: How can we work together if our
goals are not one and the same?
Carla: "If I am to be a part of this
Sentai, it's goals must be in line with mine. If we are all to work together,
we must all be in accordance with the goal of the Sentai itself. Do you
see?"
Carla: "Perhaps some will not make
it." She shrugs to Nabiki, not really knowing for sure. "But New York
is surrounded by water. It makes no sense to seperate land from see when it
comes to the concept of protection. The sea is in danger from the land, and the
land is in danger from the sea. Both should be included in our goal."
Feeds-in-Anger: If the Slew, Sentai, doesn't
agree, it not really a Sentai. *He nods.*
Jeremy Thomas: *Speaks quetly but clearly* I
want to find the truth about things, and bring about a fair resolution to the
conflicts tearing our peoples apart. And I mean ALL our peoples... *Look at
Watches* All of Gaia's defenders. Maybe that's what we should be trying to do
here. Uncover the truth, and bring a fair resolution to those fighting over the
islands and the swords.
Nabiki: "Carla, you cannot dictate that
all must align their goals to yours either. Individual goals must give for
greater goals. We must choose our destiny."
Carla: "I did not say that. I said that
for me to be a part of this, my goald must be in alignment with those of the
Sentai. If you are to be a part, your goals must be in alignment. We none of us
can be a part of something we do not ourselves seek."
Harvey Forrester: "But we need to figure out what the greater goal
is, and it has to be something we can agree that we should all be working
towards."
Angelia Caponelli : She nods to Carla,
"This is what I spoke to Sam of. If the land is corrupted the Sea will be
as well and vice versa. It is in all of our intrests to fight what ever evil
threatens land or water and the inhabitants of both."
Watches-the-Wound: *He ponders* Our goals must
be to protect Harmony, the right state of the world. To this purpose, both New
York, Sea itself, and the wheel of time should be protected. All our different
purposes are as ordained, when we act as we are supposed to, it benefits the
world through strenghtening Harmony.
Feeds-in-Anger: *Nods seriously at Watches
words.*
Nabiki: "Harmony..." Smiles,
liking Watches' choice of words.
Carla: "We as a Sentai cannot protect
all of the Sea. But we can do our best to protect the waters around us."
Nabiki: "Is this not common to all of
our goals?"
Angelia Caponelli : She nods to Watches
firmly, "Yes Harmony. Balance. You're very wise Watches the Wound."
Harvey Forrester: *nods* "I know that it aligns with my goal very
well."
Jeremy Thomas: *Nods to Watches* Well put.
Watches-the-Wound: *He looks at Carla* Every
part of Sea protected is a step towards protecting the All. Every corruption
prevented in New York City keeps a part of the All safe and pure. Whenever
Qyrl, the Wyrm, tries to tear apart something before it's time, preventing it
will keep the Wheel of Ages rolling along as it should. We are but seven. We
cannot protect everything. But every little bit we protect, helps the All.
Strengthens Harmony.
Carla: She smiles warmly to Watches, and
nods, then looks around them all. "Are we in accordance on this?"
Singha (Feb 5 pm): Once they all agree on the goal, they must agree on a way to
acheive it...what duties each can perform to get to that goal. ((and I know
Carla has to leave so she can post first and if this goes on too much longer we
can post the log and finish the rest in the forums))
Watches-the-Wound: *He looks at Angelia*
Harmony is the way of Sea. The right state of existence. Rokea are obliged to
further Harmony. It is Sea's will.
Nabiki: "Do we set a border to what we
will protect? Harmony is without dimension."
Carla: ((I actually have to leave right now.
Night all *hugs*))
Angelia Caponelli : She nods firmly to
Carla, "Aye."
Watches-the-Wound: (Later, Troo)
Feeds-in-Anger: Yes. *Nods passionately.* It is
the way.
Feeds-in-Anger: OOC: G'night Troo!
Angelia Caponelli : She shakes her head a
little at Nabiki, "No no boarder, we just need to understand, ad Sam says
we can not protect everything with just 7."
Feeds-in-Anger: We protect all we are able to
protect, and do all we can do.
Nabiki: ((Night))
Harvey Forrester: *nods to Feeds* "Yes, that sounds much better
than an exact boundary."
Watches-the-Wound: *He nods at Feeds* What our
hands and jaws can reach, we can protect. If sense and the currents brings us
to a problem, we try to deal with it. If it keeps us in these waters only, and
the problems come to us, we try to deal with them. Borders are illusory.
Creating borders for ourselves makes the world we can protect smaller.
Nabiki: *Lightly touches Feeds shoulder in
agreement.* "Yes. Our duties take us where they take us. Land, sea, New
York, or otherwhere."
Nabiki: *A nod to Watches.*
Jeremy Thomas: Makes
sense to me.
Angelia Caponelli : She nods a little.
"Very well... now. Our path." She looks over the mountain
thoughtfully.
Feeds-in-Anger: What do each do? I not know all
of you...I am Brightwater..killer..warrior. Watches-the-Wound taught me about
Sentai-thing, and I think "Fist" is the word there. *Looking around
at each of them, curious as to what they are.*
Nabiki: "So, if we were to formalize
our goals, would you say to restore harmony, where we find it is lost? And
leave the details to form around each task?"
Jeremy Thomas: *Looks to Feeds* Good point.
I'm a mediator...a peacemaker, if you will. I can listen to all sides, and find
a fair resolution. I find the truth in things.
Angelia Caponelli : She looks to Feeds,
"You would certinly make a good Fist Feeds... I believe that Fire Snake
will decide for sure what most of us are."
Watches-the-Wound: *He grins* I am Darkwater.
Told by Sea to explore, I seek the land unwalked, the waters unswum, the skies
unflown by my kind. I look for secrets and mystic places, to understand them
and know them. I seek the wisdom of spirits and the knowledge of other kinds.
Watches-the-Wound: *He nods at Nabiki*
Restoring Harmony where we can, protecting the All.
Jeremy Thomas: *Looks to Nabiki* Restoring
Harmony works for me.
Angelia Caponelli : She nods to Watches,
"That is simple enough for me... I like Sam deal with spirits, seek
mysteries, explore the spirit worlds."
Harvey Forrester: *nods to Nabiki, then turns to the group* "I am
also a warrior."
Nabiki: "I am of the Twilight Pyrio,
she who stands in the shadow of mystery to learn its secrets."
Feeds-in-Anger: Right..*nods, turning to
Watches again. This is his kind of thing.*
Angelia Caponelli : She nods a little now
that everyone's stated what they do. "Alright. Our path?"
Jeremy Thomas: *Nods* So we have two
warriors, 3 seekers of mysteries, and a mediator ((and Carla)). That makes for
a fairly balanced group, eh?
Watches-the-Wound: *He
furrows his brow* We have a purpose. Restoring Harmony. Is Harmony threatened
here?
Harvey Forrester: ((ok, now I seriously do have to go, I'll be back in
like, an hour, if you're all still here, I'll pop back in.))
Nabiki: "I think we have found it. And
it does not lead up a mountain side."
Watches-the-Wound: (Won't be here by then. I'm
heading out as quickly as possible)
Angelia Caponelli : (see you harvey)
Nabiki: ((Carla can be our Queen. *L*))
Nabiki: ((Later Harv))
Angelia Caponelli : (Well she already is)
Jeremy Thomas: *Nods at Nabiki* And a kewpie
doll for the shadow of mystery girl.
Nabiki: *Arches a brow at Jer, having no
idea what a kewpie doll is.*
Feeds-in-Anger: A what?
Jeremy Thomas: *Grins* Sorry...I forgot to
mention, I'm also a bit of a smartass. Philodox with a Ragabash rising, you
could say.
Jeremy Thomas: That means, basically,
"Bingo."
Nabiki: *Feeds, as usual, conveniently
inquires for her.*
Singha (Feb 5 pm): ((Anothr round of enig rolls, please))
Watches-the-Wound: *He furrows his brow*
Philodox. Right.
Feeds-in-Anger: What are you talking about
Jeremy? *Tilting his head.*
Feeds-in-Anger: 9,2,5,8,
Angelia Caponelli : Shakes her head a
little. "So." She says again, pulling everyone back to task.
"What shall we do from here?"
Watches-the-Wound: 7,6,10,10,8,2,
Feeds-in-Anger: Bingo? *A bit of annoyance
creeping into his voice.*
Watches-the-Wound: *He seems to ponder*
Nabiki: 7,2,8,1,4,
Nabiki: ((Need to step out for a few, dog is
asking to go potty. brb))
Angelia Caponelli : 6,9,8,3,2,
Jeremy Thomas: 5,1,3,6,8,
Jeremy Thomas: Bingo...errr... that she's
right. *Shrugs* No one here's ever played Bingo? *Shakes his head* Anyway, what
I meant was that Nabiki was right...we have found our path, and it didn't lead
up a mountain side.
Feeds-in-Anger: Right. *Nods. That's settled
then. Pacing around, not comfortable standing still.*
Singha (Feb 5 pm) -> Watches-the-Wound: ((From his prior conversation with Firesnake, Watches knows
that they are to forge a new path...forging a new path means taking from all of
the components and recasting them as something which is the best tool to
fulfill their purpose. Since the basics of a Sentai only number 5, that doesn't
seem to be the best tool. They might need to take from the Sentai concept and
make something that suits this group of 7, with the name of each duty
symbolically suiting each person.))
Singha (Feb 5 pm) -> Angelia Caponelli : ((Ang realizes that a path are the steps that lead to their
goal. So while they have identified their goal, they have not outlined the
steps they will take to reach that goal.))
Angelia Caponelli : Hmmms
a little again, "Alright so we have a goal. How are we going to get
there?"
Jeremy Thomas: *Sighs, realizing once again
that no one ever gets his sense of humor*
Singha (Feb 5 pm) -> Feeds-in-Anger: Feeds realizes that now that they have decided what their
goals are they must take action to acheive those goals. That just identifying
their capabilities is not going to get them any closer, they must act on their
intentions.
Watches-the-Wound -> Singha (Feb 5 pm): (As in, with this being a new path, one needs new names and
definitions for for the parts of the whole? Ie, breaking the pattern of
Lantern, Fist etc in favor of a new terminology?)
Singha (Feb 5 pm) -> Jeremy Thomas: Jer realizes they must do something concrete, but he's not
sure what it is.
Nabiki: (Poor Jer, surrounded by foreigners.
*L*) Ang> "We just did."
Feeds-in-Anger: Just finding out what we do
won't help..we need to do something about what we want..
Nabiki: "Have another shot at flying to
the top."
Singha (Feb 5 pm) -> Watches-the-Wound: ((potentially. It makes sense that Feeds and Harvey should be
Fists...one could be a right hand, and the other the left (and each side has a
symbolic meaning which might suit their natures, i.e., the left is usually ID'd
with water)...so Watches might think that the rest of them could be identified
as other parts of the same body...because all of the parts of a body acts in
harmony with itself))
Angelia Caponelli : "No... we decided
what our goal was. How are we going to do it though? What are we going to do?
Kill vampires? run charities?"
Watches-the-Wound: *He is staring into the fog*
We need to define what we are making. We are not setting out to form a Sentai.
We are swimming new currents. Unorthodox, mismatched, different. Having the
angle of novelty. We cannot cast ourselves into an ancient system when we seek
a new path. What we seek, is no old collection of concepts that do not belong
to us. We seek Harmony. The co-existence of all parts of the whole, the unified
All. A vessel to function as the sum of it's parts, benefiting from all their
functions.
Jeremy Thomas: *Shakes his head* I don't
think that's it...remember, someone said it should be new ground. We already
did that.
Jeremy Thomas: ((Above post was rferense to
Nabiki))
Nabiki: "We should seek out the wyrm,
not wait for it to raise its head. How so? Monitor the news? Investigate what
looks questionable?"
Angelia Caponelli : "Should we suport
the new king? Form a new court?"
Watches-the-Wound: *He raises
one hand* We cannot achieve without being in motion. A vessel cannot sail
without hull, sails, rigging, rudder. We must name and define our vessel to go
anywhere.
Watches-the-Wound: *He looks at Nabiki and
Angelia* You talk of specific actions, in the future. We are not ready to sail
to meet those winds and currents yet. First, we need form.
Feeds-in-Anger: King? Court? Not words that
matter to Rokea..*nods at Watches' words.* Have to find out what we are making.
Watches-the-Wound: *He looks at them* What
vessel exists where all parts depend on each other to function? When balanced,
it is Harmony, as it is a small version of the world. An ecosystem in itself.
Angelia Caponelli : She nods to Watches,
"I just meant that a form meant to defend is going to have a very
differant shape then one meant to attack."
Nabiki: "A name... that represents
balance and harmony."
Watches-the-Wound: *He looks at Angelia, a grin
forming that, this close to the dragon, seems almost joyous* There is a form
that is suited for both attack and defense, for movement and exploration, for
seeing, reasoning, understanding. This vessel is in balance with itself.
Nabiki: "Souls of Harmony. I know
little of this rainbow king."
Feeds-in-Anger: *Looks to Watches and raises an
eyebrow.*
Watches-the-Wound: *He looks at Nabiki* More
than a name. More than names. Parts of the whole. A system. A joining of duties
and concepts to a unified state.
Nabiki: *Watches 'form' makes her think of a
sphere, ready to roll in any direction and never unbalanced, yet always perched
on the smallest of area.*
Feeds-in-Anger: Not sure I understand
Watches...can you Send?
Watches-the-Wound: *He looks at them all* Shall
I explain to you the vessel I am talking about?
Nabiki: *It almost sounds like he wants to
form a new government, she waits. He'll get directly to the point, he always
does.*
Angelia Caponelli : "More then parts...
All." She raises an eyebrow at Watches. "Tell us."
Feeds-in-Anger: *He nods.*
Nabiki: *A slow blink to acquies, since he
seems to be waiting for something.*
Watches-the-Wound: *He steps a bit away from
the dragon, turns, and looks at them. The harsh voice mellowed both by the
experience with the dragon and by his state of contemplation* The vessel we
seek can attack. *He lunges out at the air with a strong hand, fingers curled
like claws, snaps at the air with his strong jaws* It can defend. *He steps
forward with hands moving to fend off blows, shoving aside an oncoming enemy*
The vessel can move. *He walks to the side, then forward, jumps aside again in
a remarkably deft manner for this brute who usually plows straight forward like
a Finnish Ice Breaker* It can explore. *He moves aside leaves with his hands,
ducks under branches, slips behind trees and emerges again* The vessel can see,
observe. *Looks at them, counting their numbers on his fingers* It can reason.
It can recognize. It can understand. *He taps his temple with a finger* My
friends. The vessel can do everything, all parts of it being in balance, all parts
needed to function. It is a system. It is Harmony.
Singha (Feb 5 pm): ((Those who don't get it can make an enig roll))
Watches-the-Wound: (The Riddle-Shark returns!)
Nabiki: *Thinks she said as much in only
three words, souls of harmony, but observing Watches express himself is a
worthwhile experience, and she smiles.*
Jeremy Thomas: 9,7,8,3,5,
Angelia Caponelli : 8,8,6,8,9,
Feeds-in-Anger: 9,5,4,3,
Nabiki: ((thinks I get it, rolls just to be
sure *c*))
Nabiki: 8,6,5,3,8,
Angelia Caponelli : (*chuckles Riddle-Shark,
I like it*)
Nabiki: ((Go Ang!))
Feeds-in-Anger: OOC: Head hertz frum think.
Singha (Feb 5 pm) -> Jeremy Thomas: ((He's talking about a body. *G* A body can defend, attack,
move, explore, reason, judge, love, etc. All the parts work in harmony with the
whole. A body has a definite concrete effect on the world around it))
Watches-the-Wound: (Oh, if
you only knew. Pray that you never run across some of his other personalities,
like Card-Shark and Pool-Shark. They're both ruthless...Not to mention
Loan-Shark)
Singha (Feb 5 pm) -> Angelia Caponelli : ((He's talking about a body. *G* A body can defend, attack,
move, explore, reason, judge, love, etc. All the parts work in harmony with the
whole. A body has a definite concrete effect on the world around it, and a
shifter body can affect both the spirit and the physical))
Singha (Feb 5 pm) -> Nabiki: ((He's talking about a body. *G* A body can defend, attack,
move, explore, reason, judge, love, etc. All the parts work in harmony with the
whole. A body is capable of having a definite concrete effect on the world
around it, whereas a spirit needs something to allow it to manifest.))
Watches-the-Wound: *He stands there, hands up
and out, watching them with a strangely invigorated grin, as if he's subject to
some kind of contemplative rapture*
Angelia Caponelli : (Oh I was right!) She
smiles a bit and nods, "So instead of being pillers and leafs, we shall be
fists and feet and eyes and heart and mind and voice?"
Singha (Feb 5 pm) -> Feeds-in-Anger: ((It sounds like WAtches is describing a shark to you. *G*))
Nabiki -> Singha (Feb 5 pm): ((Bodies of Harmony just doesn't have the same ring. *L*
Sentai of the Corporeal!))
Feeds-in-Anger: *Starts laughing at something,
grinning knowingly at Watches and nodding in agreement.*
Watches-the-Wound: *He tilts his head back and
laughs, a sound very, VERY rarely heard from the bruiser* Yes! Begone the
philosophical symbols of another time, another kind. This is the vessel we
should strive to be. The body working in balance, in Harmony. When I look at
you, I see fists, I see eyes, I see a heart, I even see a spine...We can name
the vessel that is never-ending, which can do everything, since we already know
it. It is near to us, not some foreign concepts of riddles and enigmas. Yet
still the greatest mystery we possess. We must learn to be the parts working
together, so that the vessel will be unstoppable.
Nabiki: *Looks pleased and amused.*
Jeremy Thomas: *Grins* That's fairly
brillant.
Watches-the-Wound: *He looks at Harvey and
Feeds* Raise your hands! Be fists, be claws, be strong fingers to grasp and
hold and work. Be the right and left hand that alone are capable, but together
formidable. Together, they can haul the vessel up mountains, part the waves,
attack and defend.
Angelia Caponelli : She smiles warmly and
nods, "I like it... I do like it."
Nabiki: Angelia> *G* "You can be a
toe."
Watches-the-Wound: *He looks at Carla* Rejoice!
Be the heart, be the beating source of will to go on. Be the compassion for
those who are weak, be the mercy to those who are lost. Be the strength to act
with passion, both fury and gentleness. The heart pumps into the vessel what it
needs to carry on, bringing dedication and zeal.
Feeds-in-Anger: *Raises the opposite hand of
whatever Harvey does - having figured out what Watches is after - grinning..not
entirely unpleasant.*
Nabiki: *Hopes she's not a kidney.*
Watches-the-Wound: *He looks at Jeremy* Stand
tall! Be the spine, mediating between right and left hand, between mind and
legs, between the wound that hurts and the nerves that sense. The spine ties it
all together, without it we cannot stand at all, much less walk, fight. We are
not Qyrlings, we do not slither, but stand, walk, exert ourselves. The spine keeps
us up, keeps us together, keeps us moving.
Jeremy Thomas: *Thinks he's a spleen*
Singha (Feb 5 pm): ((No, your collective Rage would be the spleen. *G*))
Nabiki: *Thinks of a naughty organ for Jer.
Yes, she has a sense of humor too, fortunately, she doesn't let it out.*
Angelia Caponelli : She stands near the
dragon, stroking his scales lightly as she listens with a bit of a giggle.
Nabiki: *Trying not to laugh, the fishy
enthusiasm getting to her.*
Watches-the-Wound: *He looks at Nabiki* Look at
what I am showing you! Be the eyes, shining in the night, gleaming in the day,
showing us where to go. Finding secrets, finding the path, bringing forth what
we must have, or the vessel stumbles blindly. See what is hidden, see what is
coming, guide the vessel so that it can use it's strength, it's zeal, it's
mobility. The eyes is the vessel's first line of defense, it's direction to
attack.
Nabiki: "...to peer through the
twilight." Smiling.
Jeremy Thomas: *Thinks...wow...someone
calling the Child of Gaia the spine. That's a first...usually, we're call
spineless*
Watches-the-Wound: *He looks at Angelia* Laugh
for us! Be the voice, which gives words to thoughts, which lends air to battle
cries, which makes the vessel able to affect without action. Spread truth,
speak the vessel's mind, talk to spirits, shifters, beast and men alike. Sing
the songs of the blood and the body, speak of what the heart feels, the eyes
see, where the vessel wanders and what it does there.
Angelia Caponelli : She smiles to Watches.
Sing. Mmm it'll be nice to sing again. "Thank you Watches. And will you be
our mind then?"
Nabiki: ((*L*)) *Purses her lips, thinking
Watches is proving to be deeper than she suspected.*
Watches-the-Wound: *He holds his hands up to
the sky, closing his eyes* Think, Darkwater! Piece together all these little
things, make them into a system, have them make sense, become balanced. The
mind is the greatest explorer, it can go everywhere. It will take what the eyes
see, and seek reason in it, it will experience what the limbs do, it will take
lessons from the heart and seek to lead it's passion into course of action. The
mind makes the vessel learn from it's experiences, makes it keep searching,
exploring, asking questions, seeking answers, demanding truths.
Nabiki: "The dark
water runs deep."
Singha (Feb 5 pm): ((Does anyone present object with what Watches has said, or
do you all feel like his assessment fits with you?))
Feeds-in-Anger: OOC: Feeds is quite caught up
with it. *nods*
Nabiki: ((Is fine with it.))
Watches-the-Wound: *Looking at them all, eyes
open, they seem almost to shine with an inner glow from their deep cavities*
Fists and heart, spine and eyes, voice and mind, in acting, they are the body
in Harmony. A vessel made to be capable of everything. Within the body, if
there is balance, there is a piece of the All. When we have Harmony in our
Body, we are capable of enforcing Harmony on the world around us. Strengthening
the All. Let us be the Body of Harmony, acting in unison, all parts contributing
to the whole.
Angelia Caponelli : (I think it's
wonderful!)
Watches-the-Wound: *He looks at Nabiki as she
talks about dark water, and laughs* The eyes see the truth.
Watches-the-Wound: (OOC: It's a little unfair
to Harvey and Carla, since they aren't here...Hmmm.)
Singha (Feb 5 pm): (( I know Harvey will be cool with it, and I think Carla will
be, too. *G*))
Angelia Caponelli : (Well they can comment
on it after if they would like a differant role?)
Watches-the-Wound: *He looks at Feeds and
Harvey* Fists are limited. Usable only for attack. Be hands. Hands can grasp
everything, perform in a hundred ways.
Watches-the-Wound: (Watches won't be sulking in
a corner if anyone has better suggestions for their role. *S* He's just going
off on a concept)
Nabiki: ((Hey, at least they aren't the
butt. *L*))
Feeds-in-Anger: You are right
Watches-the-Wound. You remind me of Hunts-Traitors, but you see more than he
ever did. *Bends his head in respect.*
Angelia Caponelli : (I think sh'es perfect for
a heart) She nods to Watches, "Hands is much better you're right."
Feeds-in-Anger: OOC: The Appendix would
probably be worst I think.
Angelia Caponelli : (tonsels!)
Nabiki: "Corporeal Harmony. Has a ring
to it." *G*
Jeremy Thomas: *Nods* I think we're ready to
rumble, people.
Watches-the-Wound: ("Harvey, be the butt.
Be the stable, solid, meaty part the vessel plops itself down on, to achieve
nothing. Carla, be the appendix. Devoid of purpose, often removed, hardly
missed." *s* Somehow, I think his first versions were better)
Feeds-in-Anger: OOC: Quite. :)
Watches-the-Wound: (OOC: Actually was writing
the appendix thing before I saw that, Feeds. *s*)
Nabiki: ((Ew! The dog just dropped a dead
mouse in my lap!))
Angelia Caponelli : She nods a little to
Nabiki, "I think we should be something of the All."
Angelia Caponelli : (EEWWW!)
Nabiki: "Were we ever not?"
Watches-the-Wound: *He chuckles* Details need
hammering out. But simplicity, directness, profound purpose, these might make
us a new path.
Nabiki: "But do we get a secret
hand-shake?"
Feeds-in-Anger: Honesty. *He agrees. Looks to
Nabiki and raises both eyebrows.* What?
Watches-the-Wound: (OOC: I ought to go to bed, oh, about two hours ago,
folks...How about we pause it there, and work with this in Forums?)
Singha (Feb 5 pm): ((Since Jer isn't objecting, and I was waiting for his
response, here we go...))
Angelia Caponelli : (kk)
Nabiki: "A joke, Hand of Harmony."
Feeds-in-Anger: *Nods and smiles to Nabiki.
He'll have to ask Sam later.* Shouldn't I be left or right hand?
Singha (Feb 5 pm): Once everyone in the group finds joy and a sense of place
within the whole, the fog around them dissipates, and they find themselves on a
dais, their gifts surrounding an Emerald Throne, upon which sits probably the
most beautiful woman any of them have ever seen.
Watches-the-Wound: *Grins at Nabiki* But still, Eyes of Harmony, a
handshake is also something we must be able to give, to allies or neutrals,
maybe potential enemies. Where the fist can never give a handshake, the Left
and Right Hands of Harmony can.
Nabiki: "We're ambidextrous, take your
choice."
Jeremy Thomas: *Sproing! Keeps his face
even, with MUCH difficulty, instead of gaping at the hottie on the throne*
Harvey Forrester: ((BAck! Could someone ICQ me a quick summary of what I
missed?))
Watches-the-Wound: *He looks at Feeds* Left Hand, I think. On that side,
blood flows, like water. The Left is the water side.
Singha (Feb 5 pm): The very handsome Aztec stands behind and beside her, as if
guarding her, only his lower half is a large coiled body of a snake which
encircles her throne protectively. His headdress is now of fanned red macaw
feathers, that look as if they are aflame.
Nabiki: *Blinks and considers lesbianism for
the first time in her life.*
Feeds-in-Anger: *Nods at Watches' words, but is
suddenly torn away. Glares, mouth open, quite unabashed at the lady.*
Nabiki: ((You're the
butt, Harvey!))
Watches-the-Wound: (OOC: Harvey: Urrr...You just missed...Uhm...A bit.)
Angelia Caponelli : She blinkes and bows
deeply to the woman and the Aztec man.
Watches-the-Wound: (Harvey: How do you feel
about being the Right Hand of the Body of Harmony?)
Singha (Feb 5 pm): Upon the woman's lap is the sword which Carla seeks. The Aztec
man holds his hands out magnanaimously, his expression that of a proud father
when presented with his just birthed baby boy. "As you have given your
gifts to me...I give them back to you, transformed."
Harvey Forrester: (Sounds better than being an ass...)
Singha (Feb 5 pm): ((Ack, didn't mean to add boy to that...the baby is of eitehr
sex. *G*))
Watches-the-Wound: (Harvey: Good. You'll see
why, in the log. *s*)
Watches-the-Wound: (Singha: Sexist!!!)
Singha (Feb 5 pm): ((Basically Harve, Watches came up with the idea of reforming
the Sentai to suit their purpose, into something that symbolizes working
together in harmony as parts of a whole, and struck on the idea of Harvey and
Watches being Hands that can attack and defend, Nabiki being the Eyes, Carla
being the Heart, Ang being the Voice, Jeremy being the Spine, and Watches being
the Head. If you think that's an idea Harvey can get behind, then Harvey is now
the Right Hand of Harmony. *G*))
Nabiki: ((Wishes cheetahs purred. I feel
like I'm missing out on an important avenue of expression.))
Watches-the-Wound: (That would be Feeds and
Harvey be Hands. And Watches prefers "mind" to "head". *s*)
Jeremy Thomas: *Still staring at hottie,
face strenuously even*
Harvey Forrester: ((alrighty, the Right Hand it is.))
Nabiki: ((Yes, better to have a big mind,
than a big head.))
Angelia Caponelli : (*hugs
Nabiki!*)
Harvey Forrester: *bows respectfully to the beautiful woman*
Nabiki: *Eyes moving between the woman and
the Aztek. She has a deep feeling of satisfaction.*
Angelia Caponelli : Smiles warmly as she
looks over the pair. "Thank you both..." (the woman familier at all?)
Watches-the-Wound: *Eyes still a bit feverish
with inspiration, he watches the woman and the Aztek*
Nabiki -> Singha (Feb 5 pm): ((Stoney's here, shall we play in this room or keep it to
icq?))
Watches-the-Wound: (Must seek sleep. VERY long
workday tomorrow, and I'm getting up in five hours...)
Angelia Caponelli : (night Watches!)
Singha (Feb 5 pm): "You are now One Body, with a Right Hand that holds
trust and unity, and a Left Hand that holds the deepest, purest waters of Sea.
With a Spine that upholds justice and fair resolution. With a Voice that is
sweet and clear enough to redeem even a soul that is born of darkness, and Eyes
that can see beyond the hatreds of the past to the unity of the future. And a
Mind that can retrieve the pearls of wisdom in even the deepest, and murkiest
of waters."
Harvey Forrester: (oh, you're just leaving because I came back *G* just
kidding, go sleep, g'night.)
Watches-the-Wound: *He grins, listening to the
man*
Watches-the-Wound: (Nah, I'll give it a few
more mins to get the worst over with. *s*)
Feeds-in-Anger: *Stands proud at the words,
feeling the appropriateness of it all.*
Singha (Feb 5 pm): And with that, the woman hands the sword to Carla, who takes
it, and you all end up in the clearing where you started, and it's about 3
hours later. ((And the rest happens on Sunday))
Nabiki: ((Night.)) *Looks like the cat that
ate the canary and drank the cream both.*
Jeremy Thomas: *Actually
DOES stand tall at the Aztec's words, looking from the woman over to him*
Jeremy Thomas: ((Am I in the clearing, or
back where I was?))
Watches-the-Wound: (OOC: See most of you guys
Sunday, won't have very much online time before then, though I'll try to be
around. Thanks for the scene, Singha. Good RP, people. Night)
Angelia Caponelli : (alrighty then)
Watches-the-Wound: (Oh, and I really hope this
log will be taken good care of. *s* I'd hate to loose ALL that blabbering)
Nabiki: ((Good night, again.))
Feeds-in-Anger: OOC: G'night everyone! :)
*waves*
Singha (Feb 5 pm): ((Ack! Sorry, forgot the Heart. Doh. He would have said
"A Heart which is large enough to encompass both the weak and the strong,
the meek and the bold, which holds the reins of both the dark and the
light."))
Watches-the-Wound: (*Hugs* Bye, people)
Angelia Caponelli : ((*Hugs* Its alright
it's been a long day Singha))
Singha (Feb 5 pm): ((Night all, I need to head out soon, as well. Feel free to
converse with Stoney as Silkie, Wendy. And no Ang, I don't think Ang's ever met
Gaia before. *G* So not familiar))
Angelia Caponelli : (Alright then! Yeah I
don't think she has! Night hun!)
Singha (Feb 5 pm): Jer you're in the clearing with the others. you recognize
this clearing from when you were here about a week ago
Nabiki: bye everyone *kapoofs*
Jeremy Thomas: ((Okie. Bye, everybody!!))
Singha (Feb 5 pm): ((Thanks for playing y'all))