Corbin Drake: "Chocolate?
Ummmm...Switzerland. Otherwise, how about we find some. We have to run across
places that sell chocolate."
Melody Drake: "Finding some sounds
good. You have me craving it now."
Corbin Drake: "Yeah. My mission in life
is to cause lesser mortals to sucumb to temptation."
Melody Drake: "Oh, so not only am I
jealous of you, I'm a lesser mortal to? Such insults!"
Corbin Drake: "Sorry. Only one of us can
be perfect." He smiles mischeviously, and then points to place across the
street. "Look! Chocolate!"
Melody Drake: She pushes him lightly but further
harassment is deterred by the sight of chocolate.
Corbin Drake: He chuckles and follows her to
the chocolate.
Melody Drake: She holds the door open for
him before slipping inside, glancing around.
Corbin Drake: He slips inside as well, and
searches for coffee. Surely they sell coffee with chocolate in it.
Melody Drake: Of course they do. What coffee
shop doesn't? Mel drifts a bit, browsing through shelves as fingers brush over
a few things.
Corbin Drake: He wanders throught the store,
head tilting every once in while, but he seems fairly calm for the moment.
Granted, usually Corbin is only that calm when he's saving up energy to be
really and truly obnoxious, or plotting something. Sometimes both.
Melody Drake: For once, she's oblivious,
distracted by so much chocolate. Fingers catiously pull a tin down, peering at
its label. "Mm. Rasberry."
Corbin Drake: He peers over the shelves at
Melody, and smirks, slipping toward the door. "I'll be waiting outside
Mel," he calls to her.
Melody Drake: "I'm coming." She
murmurs, moving to the front to pay for the tin before slipping out after her
brother.
Corbin Drake: He smiles and pulls a chocolate
dipped strawberry out of the bag he's carrying, holding it out to her, still
with that damned smirk.
Melody Drake: She tilts her head with a
raised eyebrow. "You're up to something." But a hand reaches for the
strawberry. It's just too tempting.
Corbin Drake: "I can't just be
nice?" He asks, trying to look hurt.
Melody Drake: "I don't think it's in
either of us to just be 'nice'." She smirks, biting into the tip of the
strawberry.
Adam "Fausto" Smith: Walking along, looking just as fatigued
as the day before. Wearing his usual preacher cut coat over the black
turtleneck/cargo pant ensemble.
Adam "Fausto" Smith: 6,9,5,4,8,3,9,
Adam "Fausto" Smith: He spots Corbin and Melody and pauses to
observe them.
Corbin Drake: "Hey," I resemble
that remark.
Adam "Fausto" Smith: Stylistically, his clothes seem strangely
to work in some weird secret agent/urban mercenary kind of way.
Melody Drake: She smirks, and continues
nibbling on the strawberry, glancing at Adam.
Corbin Drake: "So...what are you
thinking for dinner?"
Melody Drake: "I thought we were eating
chocolate for dinner. Hm." Stawberry finished. "Chinese?"
Adam "Fausto" Smith: He smiles at Melody, looking directly at
her. It's not a leer, not a challenge. More like a look that says "You may
not know it yet, but you're mine." Of course, he looks at Corbin that way,
too.
Corbin Drake: "Sounds good."
Melody Drake: She eyes had moved back to
Corbin; she missed it. "Alright then. Next step is to find a good Chinese
place."
Corbin Drake: He looks at Adam, giving him a
smile that would be perfectly suited to a sphinx. "Ohhhhh...it's my
favorite potential sadist. How've you been?" Though he still hovers a half
step away from between Adam and his sister.
Adam "Fausto" Smith: "Potential?"
He snickers. "Who called me that?"
Melody Drake: She chuckles softly, watching
the interaction between the pair.
Adam "Fausto" Smith
-> Adam "Fausto" Smith: 2,6,6,7,6,9,
Corbin Drake: "Well, I'm not sure yet. I
just watched you with Lex, not stealing candy from small children or kicking
puppies." He smiles again. "Are you ignoring my question because you
don't want to tell me, or because you just don't want to deal with spontaneous
developments of obnoxious forms of greetings."
Melody Drake: "Hm, he has learned large
words..." Murmured, softly with a faint snicker as eyes flick up to
Corbin.
Adam "Fausto" Smith: "Well, I've not ignored it yet, but
your paranoia about that, coupled with your mode of dress tells me you're a bit
of an exhibitionist with low enough self esteem he has to draw attention to
himself with obnoxious greetings. But I've been fine, thanks." He smiles and
holds his hand out to shake.
Corbin Drake: "Spent all night reading a
dictionary just for this moment," he says to Melody with a laugh.
Melody Drake: "I was wondering were
that had gone..." She chuckles, eyes still moving between the pair.
Corbin Drake: "I do it all for the
sex," he says with a wink at Adam, shaking his hand. "Good to see you
again."
Adam "Fausto" Smith: "So...what happened after I was
called away? I seemed to have missed quite a bit of excitement."
Corbin Drake: "Just a touch. Though I think
it's better discussed somewhere more quiet. Mel and I were gonna get some food
and some wine and do dinner, want to come? You can see the apartment we're not
actually keeping. It's a great place."
Melody Drake: Her lips curved in an amused
smile, eyes wandering around as she opened her tin, pulling a piece of
chocolate out.
Adam "Fausto" Smith: "Really? Leaving the city so
soon?" He glances over to Meloday, lifting a brow. "I don't normally
offend people I hardly met that violently but apparently there are
exceptions."
Melody Drake: She blinks at him with her
bright eyes, finishing swallowing her chocolate. "Who was offended? I just
didn't have anything to offer while you two were talking. And we're not leaving
the city, just the apartment."
Corbin Drake: "No. We just need a bigger
place. I didn't realise she'd be joining me when I first got here. And she
needs an office and I need a guest room, and we're in a two bedroom apartment.
So unless we both started camping in the living room...."
Melody Drake: "Camping would be fun, if
inconvinent."
: ((Open scenage?))
Corbin Drake: "Yes, darling, but then
where will we entertain guests?" Corbin chuckles and offers Adam a
chocolate covered strawberry. "Have some chocolate. You look like
hell."
Corbin Drake: (Yup. On the street, not far
from where the twins just bought chocolate, not terribly far from Battery
park.)
Melody Drake: "I'm sure we could
convert the kitchen and the bathroom into something with a little work."
Adam "Fausto" Smith: He laughs, shaking his head, a bit rueful
since it seems they both missed his joke entirely. "What price range are
you looking for?"
Jeremy Thomas: He walks down the street,
staff tapping the sidewalk in time with his right foot, alongside Harvey.
Corbin Drake: "But the place over
gallery sounds good. Then I could throw you down the stairs to help you get to
work faster." His eyes gleam. "And what kind of brother would I be to
deny you that experience...?"
Adam "Fausto" Smith: He regards the chocolate, and shakes his
head. "No, thank you, I don't indulge in sweets."
Jeremy Thomas: ((DD: Jeremy is a very
average-looking person. He stands 5'11", and is a little bit thin at 145
pounds. At 26 years of age, he still has a baby-face, and when not wearing a
goatee (i.e. about 50% of the time), he is commonly mistaken for 18-20 years
old. His hair, a medium-brown, goes down to about his mid-back, and is usually
either worn in a loose ponytail or untethered. As stated before, he has a very
youthful face, with bright blue eyes that flash with intelligence and full
cheeks. His right canine is missing, but that's neither here nor there.
Something about his features suggests maybe a Welsh origin. He usually dresses
in casual clothes, including wrestling T-Shirts and jeans, a leather jacket,
and his walking staff, which he is rarely if ever without. He is also never
without his military-surplus backpack, an olive-colored thing that holds his
belongings.))
Harvey Forrester: *walkin' with Jer* "So, have brought the book to
Ang yet?" *worried a bit*
Jeremy Thomas: ((Ack...I just realized I
haven't updated my DD in 2 years.))
Corbin Drake: He gives Adam a shocked look.
"Okay. You're an alien, but I respect your choice." He says, tone
serious, if his eyes are still full of mischief. "And we're fairly
flexible that way."
Harvey Forrester: DD>Harvey is a standard 20-year-old boy, whose face
hints at both French and German blood. He has blonde hair and blue eyes, and he
stands fully six feet tall. He weighs about 175 pounds, though it’s mostly lean
muscle. He carries himself regally, as though a noble (despite the ragged
looking jeans and t-shirts), and it seems to be subconscious.
Jeremy Thomas: He shakes his head.
"Nope...she's supposed to come get it from me. Until then, it's staying
right here." He reached over his shoulder and pats the backpack.
Melody Drake: Corbin is pushed lightly as
she answers Adam. "Right now, I'm hoping to have a place over the gallery,
makes things a bit easier. I'm honestly not sure on price, I've only had a few
samples."
Melody Drake: "No, Corbin. You're
flexible that way. I'm an inferior being, remember?"
Harvey Forrester: "Ok...definitely have
her check it out ASAP, though."
Adam "Fausto" Smith: "Upper limit? A particular part of
town you prefer?" And then to Melody. "What type of work do you
do?"
Corbin Drake: "Totally," he says to
Melody with a grin.
Melody Drake: "High traffic is always
nice, you want people, though the area should be decent too. I work with the
family business, kinda like a rep for them all. I tend to meet with business
partners, find the good galleries, pick the good artists." A smile.
Jeremy Thomas: He nods. "Soon as she
comes by, it's all hers."
Adam "Fausto" Smith
-> Adam "Fausto" Smith: 3,7,9,3,4,
Adam "Fausto" Smith: "Oh, then I assume Corbin has put
you in touch with Everett?"
Melody Drake: "I just met Everett
today, though he left before I could speak to him about the gallery."
Harvey Forrester: *nods a bit to that*
"So, how have you been? Haven't seen that much of you on the Island."
Adam "Fausto" Smith: "How do you like his work?"
Harvey Forrester: ((brb))
Melody Drake: She smiles. "Corbin has a
better eyes then I do, but I was very impressed with the few pieces I
saw."
Adam "Fausto" Smith: He nods. "I'm wondering if there
isn't a bit of Celtic heritage there. The bride in the wedding painting looked
Irish to me. Or maybe Scots."
Melody Drake: "I didn't get a good
enough view of that one, I had to leave so quickly. Though I do hope to."
Jeremy Thomas: He shrugs, side-stepping a
pedestrian. "Not too bad. I've been around...back and forth, you know.
Trying to keep things in balance in my life."
Corbin Drake: He nods. "Yeah. A little.
Do you eat food? Because we were gonna talk about things we can talk about
here."
Adam "Fausto" Smith: He nods. "Apparently his choice of
subject matter frightens some people."
Corbin Drake: "Who'd it frighten?"
He asks curiously.
Adam "Fausto" Smith: "I've been waiting for you to lead
the way," he smirks at Corbin. "Or did you need a formal acceptance
of your engraved invitation?"
Melody Drake: "Some of the most
beautiful works are the most frightening." She rolls her shoulders in a
shrug as they start walking. "It's a matter of perspective."
Adam "Fausto" Smith: 4,6,3,8,4,3,6,
Adam "Fausto" Smith: 2,8,3,8,3,4,7,
Adam "Fausto" Smith: ((damn, double-rolled. Freaky. Must be
this sucky dial-up))
Corbin Drake: He laughs and starts off.
"In writing, on most occasions. Just this once, I'll allow verbal
confirmation."
Adam "Fausto" Smith: He spots Jeremy and Harvey and watches
them for a moment.
Jeremy Thomas: 6,5,3,5,6,
Harvey Forrester: ((back)) *nods* "I know
what you mean."
Adam "Fausto" Smith: "Have you and Melody been to Central
Park yet? I hear the museums there are quite worthwhile."
Jeremy Thomas: His eyes stray to catch
Fausto watching them out of the corner of Jer's eyes, and he makes eye contact
with the man.
Melody Drake: She chuckles at the baneter,
going back to listeing.
Harvey Forrester: 2,2,6,3,4,
Corbin Drake: "Yeah. So Angelia
mentioned."
Adam "Fausto" Smith: His look isn't exactly challenging, but
it's definitely agressive. Territorial. Tho he does smile at Jer, which softens
the hardness and makes him look almost...sad.
Harvey Forrester: *glances over and sees
Fausto talking to some people...one of whom he coulda sworn he's seen
before...*
Melody Drake: ((brb))
Adam "Fausto" Smith: "And of course, you're avoiding the
question..."
Corbin Drake: He slows and stops, waiting to
see if Adam talks to these people or wants to keep moving.
Adam "Fausto" Smith: He nods a greeting to Harvey, offering
the same sort of almost sad smile he offers to Jer.
Harvey Forrester: *nods to return the
greeting*
Corbin Drake: "The answer is not yet.
Musuems are large and intimidating buildings." He frowns slightly and
rolls his shoulders, with a faint wince.
Jeremy Thomas: He furrows his brow a little
at Fausto, and simply nods to him in the way he would greet any stranger he
locked eyes with. He withdraws a cigarette from his jacket pocket and lights
it, looking to Harvey.
Adam "Fausto" Smith: "Have you met Harvey?" He asks
Corbin and Mel, motioning to him. "He really knows his way around Central
Park, so I hear." He motions to Harvey, introducing him to Corbin and Mel.
"This is Corbin, who I ran into at Battery PArk yesterday."
Jeremy Thomas: "So, how about yourself?
How've you been, our shared experience aside?"
Adam "Fausto" Smith: "And this is his sister,
Melody." He motions to her. "This is Harvey Forrester. And this
is..." He looks to Jer to introduce himself.
Harvey Forrester: *he stops at Fausto*
"Hello, I'm Harvey." *offers his hand*
Corbin Drake: For just a second he does not
look perfectly content though he smiles a second later, the kind of lazy smile
that a cat would have, and nods to Harvey. "Pleasure to meet you."
Adam "Fausto" Smith: "And Museums can be large and
intimidating," he agrees, "But I'd hate to have one fall on you out
of neglect, when a little polite attention could keep things running smoothly."
Jeremy Thomas: He smiles to the trio of new
faces. "Jeremy Thomas. Or, if you like nicknames, Dream. Hey."
Melody Drake: "Hi." She says in
response to Harvey, taking his hand lightly. Though her eyes flick to Adam.
Corbin Drake: "Let's just say I was
waiting on something before I went back to one," he growls under his
breath at Fausto.
Adam "Fausto" Smith: "But then again, I'm old, and
doddering, and we Italians seem to place quite a bit of emphasis on
tradition."
Corbin Drake: His growling is forgotten
though, when he hears Jeremy. "Dream," he asks curiously, offering
Jeremy his hand.
Melody Drake: Eyes narrow, faintly but sweep
around before coming to follow the four men again.
Corbin Drake: (And just a few minutes into this...you
guys need a DD on Corbin?)
Harvey Forrester: *he's, characteristically,
trying to keep a vague watch on everything, he's definitely aware of the world
around him, though most of his focus is on the group.*
Harvey Forrester: ((yeah, never seen 'im
before.))
Jeremy Thomas: He nods to Corbin, shaking
the hand. "Used to be in reference to the Neil Gaiman character. Now, to
the John Lennon song. Y'know... 'You may say I'm a dreamer,' et cetera."
Jeremy Thomas: ((Please))
Adam "Fausto" Smith: He's smiling, pleasant, confident. His
demeanor, attitude, and body language all seem to broadcast he is in total
control, a man to answer to, some one who knows what he's doing, who gets the
job done. And who doesn't have much respect for cowards.
Adam "Fausto" Smith: It's also clear from his expression that
he seems to believe Corbin's lack of attention to Central Park borders on
cowardice.
Melody Drake: Just as Corbin's stance seems
to reflect his protectivness of her, her gives off the same aura towards Corbin.
She moves a little closer to him, bright eyes moving around.
Corbin Drake: He's standing on the sidewalk,
perfectly at ease, looking everything over with eerie amber-green eyes. His
features are striking, regal, softened with just a hint of something delicate.
He's wearing an ankle length coat of rich blue fabric that falls and swirls
around him but it doesn't manage to hide the raw energy in his movements that
make him seem ready to spill from his smooth walk into something wild and
unpredictable. There is nothing that will let Corbin just get lost in a sea of
people again, he just isn't like them and they instinctively edge away. He
doesn't look like he should be threatening, he's an atletic five foot nine
inches, sleek and graceful, but just his presence seems to unnerve most of the
people around him. [And, for anyone who knows what they're looking at, Shadow
Lord PB 4]
Corbin Drake: He nods to Jeremy, ignoring
Adam for the moment. "I see."
Ursus: *A man in
a dark blue suit comes walking along the path*
Adam "Fausto" Smith: He stands quietly, letting the other four
make their introductions. He too seems protective, a component of that
territoriality he seems to broadcast, that constant vigilance that seems to be
at his core.
Adam "Fausto" Smith: 8,4,6,8,1,3,8,
Ursus: *He
increases his pace, heading directly for the small group*
Harvey Forrester: 8,4,2,10,4,
Melody Drake: The man in the suit gets no
more then a cursory glance, most of her attention on Jeremy, Harvey, Adam, and
Corbin.
Adam "Fausto" Smith: ((They're on the sidewalk, a few blocks
from Battery Park))
Harvey Forrester: *catches sight of the man,
and watches him from the corner of his eye*
Adam "Fausto" Smith
-> Ursus: 9,9,7,2,9,2,2,
Ursus: (Darn, reading all those archives have me mixed up. I was
thinking Park. Correct it as "walking along the sidewalk")
Adam "Fausto" Smith -> Ursus: ((That's
per+security, does the guy seem to be a potential threat, does he have the
various mannerisms and/or cues that might indicate he's got a bomb strapped him
him or other weapon, etc?))
Jeremy Thomas: 9,6,5,5,6,
Adam "Fausto" Smith -> Ursus: ((And
coupled with Adam's various lores (Vamp, Mage, Wyrm) is there anything that
would indicate a threat of one of those natures?))
Jeremy Thomas: He starts to respond to
Corbin, but catches the suit man heading toward them, and turns to regard him a
moment.
Ursus -> Adam "Fausto" Smith: (Doesn't look like he's got a bomb or anything like it, no
obvious weapons (or concealed one to the trained eye), no threatening/nervous
mannerisms)
Melody Drake: And since everyone else seems
to be looking, she follows their gazes.
Corbin Drake: Hey, that was totally his
attention! He turns to see who stole it.
Ursus: *The man approaches
in a direct line. Seems like a man in his thirties, short dark hair,
sunglasses, perfect skin*
Adam "Fausto" Smith -> Ursus: ((but
does he have the facieal expressions of a mad murderer or of just a guy late
for work?))
Corbin Drake: He lays a hand on Melody's arm,
stepping instictively between her and the approaching guy in the suit.
Ursus -> Adam "Fausto" Smith: Hmmm...Neither.
Adam "Fausto" Smith: He moves forward to meet the man, to
block him before he can reach the others, standing in his way.
Ursus: *When he
comes even closer, it seems that he's actually aiming for Jeremy*
Melody Drake: Her hand moves to Corbin's
arm, looking around him at the guy curiously. What can they sense that she
can't?
Harvey Forrester: *seeing that
the others are now watching the man approach, he turns towards him and adopts a
wary stance, ready to move quickly in the case the something bad happens*
Jeremy Thomas: He turns his entire body to
face the quickly-approaching man, imperceptibly tightening his grip on his
staff as he waits for him to approach.
Ursus: *The man
stops. Looking up at the taller Fausto. Even, emotionless voice* Excuse me,
sir. *Tries to step past him*
Adam "Fausto" Smith: He's ready to slam the guy's face toward
the buillding if the guy looks sick at all.
Ursus -> Adam "Fausto" Smith: (he does look like he might have a cold....nah. *s*)
Adam "Fausto" Smith: Adam stands there, looking imposing,
slightly bored, studying the guy while he blocks his further progress.
"What's your business around here?"
Ursus: *Still the
same even voice* Excuse me, sir. I wish to speak to Mr. Thomas.
Jeremy Thomas: 4,9,2,3,6,2,5,
Adam "Fausto" Smith: ((roling per+subterfuge, then
per+empathy))
Adam "Fausto" Smith: 2,3,7,9,6,9,5,
Adam "Fausto" Smith: 6,6,4,4,7,
Melody Drake: Her eyes move between them
all, inching out a bit behind Corbin to watch.
Harvey Forrester: *observes, ready to react
very quickly, if need be*
Adam "Fausto" Smith: HE looks back toward the group, not sure
who's Mr. Thomas, but keeping most of his attention on the man.
Ursus: *The man
looks straight at Jeremy, waiting for something*
Adam "Fausto" Smith: He raises a brow,
waiting for Jer's reaction, while keeping most of his attention on the man in
the suit and on the potential ambush sites in the area.
Jeremy Thomas: ((Waiting on a response to my
roll to determine how Jer reacts.))
Jeremy Thomas: He looks at the man, an
eyebrow raised. "Do I know you? How do you know my name?"
Ursus: *The man smiles*
We are not yet acquainted, Mr. Thomas. But I hope we can conduct a business
transaction to our mutual benefit.
: A faint tilt of her head, listening still.
Adam "Fausto" Smith: He relaxes slightly, stepping back so
that he's not directly between the man and Jer, but is off to the side and can
easily step in if need be.
Jeremy Thomas: The eyebrow raises even
higher. "Ummm...thanks, I'm okay with my long-distance provider, though.
Interesting twist on the telemarketer, though."
Harvey Forrester: *leans in to whisper
something to Jeremy*
Jeremy Thomas: He simply nods to Harvey, his
attention focused on the man.
Adam "Fausto" Smith: He glances back to see what Corbin and
Mel are doing.
Harvey Forrester: *he's definitely tensed up,
and looks around as if expecting an attack*
Melody Drake: Mel is peering around her
brother, watching the whole interaction.
Ursus: *He keeps
smiling, taking a few steps closer, but not enough to be within striking
distance of Jeremy* It regards a different matter, Mr. Thomas. You have
retrieved something that has been lost, which we now hope to get back.
Corbin Drake: Corbin is waiting, between the
guy in the suit and Melody, alert.
Adam "Fausto" Smith: He takes a cue from Harv and nods
slightly to him, letting him know he'll back him up if an attack does occur
Jeremy Thomas: "And who is 'we?'"
Ursus: *He
smiles* My employers. Maybe we could discuss this matter in a less public
venue?
Jeremy Thomas: He shakes his head.
"Sorry, I prefer to conduct all my business transactions on sidewalks.
What did I retrieve?"
Melody Drake: Her lips curve up into a small
smile. Smart man.
Ursus: *The man
takes it in stride* A book, Mr. Thomas.
Corbin Drake: Corbin watches the man, his
eyes very slowly moving from the man's eyes to his throat.
Harvey Forrester: *continues his vigilance*
Jeremy Thomas: He doesn't seem too
surprised. "Ah-ha. Well, excuse me for being in a less-then-negotiating
mood, but that fell out of a friend's bag, and I'm waiting for the friend to
retrieve it. If you're working for the friend, show me proof. If not, it's not
for sale."
Adam "Fausto" Smith: He narrows his eyes, squinting a bit as
he regards the man. "What's your name? Your employer's name?"
Adam "Fausto" Smith: 9,9,10,2,
Ursus: The
"friend" in question is not the lawful owner of the item. It is
reassuring to hear that he has not appeared to retrieve his ill-gotten gains.
Rather than risk having him show up to escape with the stolen item, we would be
grateful to present you with a finder's fee, rather than associate you with the
thief.
Adam "Fausto" Smith -> Ursus: ((That
was per+aware for the Spirit's Sight gift))
Harvey Forrester: "Do you have proof that
your employer, whom you've still failed to name, is the lawful owner of the
item in question?"
Jeremy Thomas: He smirks
a little, nodding his head toward Fausto. "I believe the man asked you a
question. One I'd like to hear the answer to, if you don't mind."
Ursus: *He looks
at Harvey* Indeed. *He smoothly withdraws a folded paper from inside his
jacket*
Harvey Forrester: *takes the paper and looks
it over* ((Shall I roll Per+Law or something to tell if it's legit, everything
in order, and the like? and what names appear on it, etc?))
Ursus: *He holds the
paper up, so that all concerned can look at it. It seems to be a report,
stamped by a NYPD precinct, regarding a theft from the legal firm Henscher,
Vloed & Klovs roughtly two months ago*
Ursus: (Roll
Int+Law)
Harvey Forrester: ((delete the part about
taking it, but he's still checking it's legitimacy if he can.))
Harvey Forrester: 2,4,3,3,10,
Melody Drake: She looks, closely.
Melody Drake: 6,3,5,8,2,5,
Jeremy Thomas: He looks over Harvey's
shoulder at the document, reading it over.
Jeremy Thomas: 5,4,10,8,1,
Ursus: *The
stolen item is refered to as a wooden-bound book, engraved with a canine and an
ursine creature on the opposing covers*
Jeremy Thomas: 5,
Corbin Drake: He reads over it, but law is
like a foreign language to him.
Jeremy Thomas: He frowns a little, and looks
back at the guy, taking an inhalation through his nose. ((Scent of True Form))
Melody Drake: She rolls her lip inbetween
her teeth briefly, but says nothing.
Jeremy Thomas: 9,2,3,4,4,
Harvey Forrester: *frowns, but looks to Jeremy
to see if he got anything worthwhile out of the document*
Jeremy Thomas: He frowns. "All
right...well, I don't have the book with me right now. If you give me a phone
number to contact your employers and yourself, I'll get ahold of it and give you
a call."
Adam "Fausto" Smith: ((Swear to God, they ~know~ when
something interesting happens and they call me on my cell right ~then~))
Jeremy Thomas: 4,6,5,9,4,2,
Ursus: *He looks
at Jeremy, hard to tell what the eyes hold behind the sunglasses. There is
something to his smile, though, which states quite simply "You liar,
you"* Right. *He retrieves a small card from inside his jacket* Here it
is. I hope you will get in touch with us as soon as possible, before the thief
shows up again and makes you an accessory to crime. That would be highly
unfortunate.
Melody Drake: ((Will return later. Mel will
stay and be quiet))
Corbin Drake: "Melody...why don't you go
pick up the food, I'll meet you back at the apartment."
Adam "Fausto" Smith: He puts his arm around the guy, and
starts herding him up the street toward Broadway. "Well, since this is a
legal question, involving a negotiation, why don't you come with me and we'll
all discuss it in private?"
Ursus: 7,9,4,3,5,2,9,2,
Corbin Drake: (DLP then)
Adam "Fausto" Smith: He looks to Jer. "Why don't you go
get the book?"
Jeremy Thomas: He just smiles back in the
'Fuck yourself with a 2 Liter Bottle' way and accepts the card. "I'll be
in touch VERY soon."
Ursus: *As Fausto
moves his arm around the guy, he deftly steps aside, one hand raised to chest
level in a warding gesture, avoiding contact* Please, sir. Respect my private
space to the same degree I respect yours.
Harvey Forrester: *silent, he's watching the
man, but again, always keeps his attention split in case something happens in
another direction*
Adam "Fausto" Smith: "Now, now, no need for
unpleasantries," He says to Jer, giving him a very meaningful look.
Ursus: *The same
level voice*
Adam "Fausto" Smith: He nods an apology to the guy and motions
up toward Broadway. "There's a hotel right up the street, we can rent a
room and talk about this right now, if you like."
Jeremy Thomas: 4,9,5,9,
Harvey Forrester: *the frown Harvey has had
for this whole time deepens*
Ursus: *The man
looks at Adam* I do believe that as the item is in the temporary possession of
Mr. Thomas, there is no need for a discussion between you and me, sir.
Jeremy Thomas: He furrows his brow at
Fausto, but slightly shakes his head no, his eyes trying to convey how bad of
an idea that may be.
Adam "Fausto" Smith: "As a matter of fact, Mr. Thomas,
why don't you and Harvey and Corbin head out and get that book? And come back
to the hotel where I'll be discussing the terms with Mr...What's your name,
sir?"
Adam "Fausto" Smith: "I'm Mr. Thomas' representative in
this matter," he assures the guy.
Ursus: *He looks
at Jeremy* I am quite certain that Mr. Thomas and I are capable of finding a
less complicated solution.
Adam "Fausto" Smith: ((Is the guy moving toward Broadway or
no?))
Ursus: (He is
going nowhere)
Adam "Fausto" Smith: "Ah, but you're unaware of some of
the other obligations Mr. Thomas might have." He smiles to the man.
"And working for lawyers I'm sure you know how simple things on the
surface are often far more complex on the other side."
Adam "Fausto" Smith: "I assure you the best chances you
have to retrieve that book from Mr. Thomas' possession is to negotiate with me
on the matter."
Jeremy Thomas: He watches Fausto & the
man talk, contemplating. He looks at Harvey questioningly.
Harvey Forrester: *watches the man, waiting
for him to respond to Fausto*
Ursus: *He folds
the report back into his jacket, still looking at Jeremy* I have no doubt that
Mr. Thomas will be perfectly able to retrieve the item at will without any
further complexities.
Corbin Drake: He's still, all that
playfulness drained away, back to looking at the man's throat.
Adam "Fausto" Smith: "Harvey," He says looking to
him, entirely frustrated. "Go GET the Fucking BOOK."
Jeremy Thomas: He sighs a little, and nods
toward the man. "Yeah, you can deal with me through this man. Before you
do so, though, I think I should have a word in private with my
negotiator."
Ursus: *He
retrieves another slip of paper from his jacket, and scribbles a few words in
unwavering handwriting, then holds it out to Jeremy, folded* You might find the
following offer to be quite generous, Mr. Thomas.
Adam "Fausto" Smith: "It's not a matter of him retrieving
it." he says to the man. "It's a matter of making him comfotable with
the idea of turning it over to you."
Harvey Forrester: *taps Jeremy on the shoulder
and starts to walk a bit off from the group, clearly wanting a private word
with the man. He's still keeping an eye out though*
Adam "Fausto" Smith: He intercepts the piece of paper, looking
at it, instead of letting Jer do so.
Ursus: 4,4,10,4,2,2,3,7,
Jeremy Thomas: He doesn't move to take the
paper, instead letting Fausto take it. Instead, he looks at Harvey, and begins
to follow him off a bit.
Ursus: *The hand
with the paper diverges slightly as Fausto grabs for it, dipping out of his
reach* Sir. I would ask you to not do that.
Harvey Forrester: *once a moderate distance
away, he mumbles something so the Jer can hear it and no one else can, at
least, not easily*
Adam "Fausto" Smith: He looks to Corbin, and tilts his head,
indicatinghe should join Harve and Jer.
Harvey Forrester: 3,9,8,9,3,
Adam "Fausto" Smith: 5,5,6,8,7,5,
Corbin Drake: For a second his eyes flash at
Adam's indication, but then he takes his attention off the nice soft throat in
a suit and walks over to join Harvey and Jeremy.
Jeremy Thomas: He mutters back to Harvey,
keeping an eye on the duo.
Ursus: *As the
paper is snatched from his hand, he looks at Fausto* I remind you about the
personal space, sir. Mr. Thomas' wishes does not authorize you to perform
theft. *His head turns, looking over at Harvey*
Adam "Fausto" Smith: He looks at the paper with his gloved
hands, keeping his attention on the man who has still not identified himself.
Harvey Forrester: *frowns, and whispers back*
Ursus -> Adam "Fausto" Smith: *It simply reads "20.000 USD finder's fee"*
Adam "Fausto" Smith: He looks it over, considers, then looks
back to the man with a bit of rueful smirk. "Rock bottom prices huh? When
we both know somethign like that is worth far, far more."
Ursus: *The man
keeps watching Harvey and Jeremy*
Jeremy Thomas: He looks at Corbin as he
approaches, and sighs, muttering to Harvey. "I agree." He reaches into
his pocket and takes out a cell phone, hitting Voice Dial and speaking into the
phone. "Voice." It dials a number, and he waits.
Jeremy Thomas: "Ang, it's Dream. I need
to talk to you, as SOON as you get this. Call me back, please. Bye." He
hands up, and sighs. "So much for that."
Corbin Drake: He nods to Jer.
Adam "Fausto" Smith: He glances back to Corbin and says
apologetically "I'm so sorry that this has interrupted our plans. If you
could, please go on ahead cross town and wait for me on the other side?"
Ursus: 3,1,1,1,4,2,8,9,
Harvey Forrester: *to Jer, quietly* "We
should go and wait then."
Adam "Fausto" Smith: He looks back to the man. "We've
been looking at properties and they can't decide what side of the river they
want to live on."
Ursus: (Warning:
My ICQ just died. But I'm still here)
Adam "Fausto" Smith: "So, back to figures...would you
care to sit at that nearby cafe and discuss the money over coffee?"
Melody Drake: She's merely quiet, watching
all going on and following Corbin.
Jeremy Thomas: He nods to Harvey.
"Yeah, I think you're right." His voice lowers heavily. "Who the
hell is my 'negotiator?'"
Corbin Drake: He waits to see if Harvey and
Jer are going to take cues, or what's about to happen. (Sorry I'm slow, dinner
is here.)
Ursus: *He looks
back at Fausto* I think it will be adequate that Mr. Thomas contacts us when he
has retrieved the stolen property and made up his mind. Preferably before the
thief complicates the issue.
Harvey Forrester: "I
don't know the specifics, but the Voice knows him." *starts walking
towards the K-R*
Ursus: *There is a tiny twitch in his cheek. In others, it might
have been amusement*
Harvey Forrester: ((err, delete the action, he
wouldn't start moving yet.))
Adam "Fausto" Smith: "No," he shakes his head.
"Your offer is ~far~ too low. We need to get at least in the ballpark
before we can even consider Mr. Thomas handing over the item."
Ursus: So far,
Mr. Thomas has yet to see the offer. Hence, I will leave it to him to consider.
Adam "Fausto" Smith: "I wouldn't insult him by bringing
something so low to himm."
Ursus: I see. He
is undoubtedly very grateful for your association.
Melody Drake: Her eyes stay on the man and
Fausto, unable to ignore the business transaction.
Jeremy Thomas: He turns to walk with Harvey,
heading down the street and away from the duo.
Adam "Fausto" Smith: He smiles and shrugs. "Most people
are happy to see what I do to keep them from being taken advantage of. And of
course, there's my percentage, to make it worth my while."
Harvey Forrester: *heads with Jer off, away
from the man and Fausto*
Ursus: *He looks
after Jeremy and Harvey. Then smiles, completely insincerely* Well, since Mr.
Thomas is retreating, I shall do the same.
Adam "Fausto" Smith: He smiles to Melody as she moves away
with Corbin, but continues to keep the bulk of his attention on the man.
"You've still not told me your name."
Adam "Fausto" Smith -> Ursus: ((He
keeps track of what's going on with the string that heads off into the
distance, during this whole conversation))
Ursus: My name,
as well as the relevant telephone number, is on the card your close business
associate Mr. Thomas has. *He starts walking. But not in the same direction
Jeremy left*
Ursus -> Adam "Fausto" Smith: (Roll a Perception+Awareness)
Corbin Drake: He trails Harvey and Jeremy
quietly.
Adam "Fausto" Smith: He tilts his head, and reaches into a
pocket, handing the man a card that says simply "Fausto" and a phone
number. "Any further negotiations for this item need to go through me.
When you people have a serious offer, feel free to contact me."
Adam "Fausto" Smith: 6,7,8,2,
Melody Drake: She watches him walk away,
turning slightly to watch Jeremy and Harvey walk away, then turns to follow
Corbin.
Ursus: *The man
recieves the card without any obvious enthusiasm, pockets it, and continues
walking*
Ursus -> Adam "Fausto" Smith: *There seems to be tiny variations in the string, like small
flickers, from time to time*
Adam "Fausto" Smith: He walks along with the guy, about six
feet behind him, looking somewhat bored and distracted, himself.
Jeremy Thomas: He walks generally toward
Uptown with his sudden entourage of sorts, not seeming heading anywhere
specifically. Just...northward-ish.
Ursus: *He keeps
on walking for about half a mile*
Harvey Forrester: *whispers to Jer*
Adam "Fausto" Smith: When they reach a stoplight, a crowd or
other traffic, he does his best to 'accidentally on purpose' bump into the man.
Corbin Drake: "Just what was that
about?" He murmurs, curious again, though he keeps his voice low.
"Nevermind...not here. Where are you going?"
Ursus: 8,6,6,4,7,9,9,6,
Adam "Fausto" Smith: 7,6,3,6,2,
Ursus: *Just as
Fausto is about to connect, the man steps aside, avoiding contact, with
remarkable grace. Especially since he wasn't looking. Even voice* Personal
space. Third reminder.
Adam "Fausto" Smith: ((That was dex+ath, but should it be
dex+brawl?))
Jeremy Thomas: He shrugs, speaking quietly
enough for only those within a couple feet of him. "Park was my best
guess...just not in a direct way. We don't need to be followed there."
Adam "Fausto" Smith: ((guess it doesn't matter with that kind
of dodge. *G*))
Melody Drake: "Want me to go
home?" She offers quietly behind Corbin.
Adam "Fausto" Smith -> Ursus: ((Does
the string flicker right before Fausto tries to touch him?))
Harvey Forrester: "The park isn't where
the Voice would be."
Adam "Fausto" Smith -> Ursus: (Does
it somehow seem to sense his intent?))
Ursus -> Adam "Fausto" Smith: *It seemed to flicker a bit from time to time, there might
have been a sudden flare right before he tried to attack*
Corbin Drake: "That's likely not
necesary now," he says to Melody, with a little nod to Jeremy.
Adam "Fausto" Smith -> Ursus: ((And
does the guy avoid ~all~ physical contact with everyone on the street?))
Ursus -> Adam "Fausto" Smith: *Even Adam's well-tuned reflexes would be VERY hard pressed
to gauge an attack like that correctly without seeing it enough to dodge with
such ridiculous ease, simply moving out of the way completely so that there was
no contact, making it look utterly easy and natural*
Melody Drake: A simple nod.
Adam "Fausto" Smith: He continues along behind the guy until
he's escorted him out of downtown, or until he follows him to a building or a
vehicle or whatever.
Ursus -> Adam "Fausto" Smith: *He walks with completely natural stride, somehow timed so
that not a single step leads him into contact or confrontation with anyone else
on the street, passing between bystanders without a hassle*
Jeremy Thomas: He nods to Harvey. "I'm
aware, but she made it clear over the phone that she didn't want it taken into
the K-R. I'm not going against her wishes, and the park should be a safe enough
place until she calls."
Adam "Fausto" Smith -> Ursus: ((What's
the closest anyone gets to him?))
Harvey Forrester: *nods* "Ok, I hadn't
been aware of it...we'll need to stop somewhere on the way to pick up
food."
Ursus -> Adam "Fausto" Smith: *Roughly six inches*
Adam "Fausto" Smith -> Ursus: ((And
how to the spirits react around him? The pattern spiders seem to notice him at
all?))
Ursus -> Adam "Fausto" Smith: *His spiritual reflection seems to pass without any
consternation from the pattern spiders...Unlike Adam's*
Corbin Drake: He follows, keeping Melody
close to him and listening intently, though most of what they're saying means
little to him.
Jeremy Thomas: He nods. "Food is a good
idea. We can stop into a cafe somewhere up ahead."
Jeremy Thomas: He looks behind at Corbn and
Melody. "Sorry to drag you guys into this."
Adam "Fausto" Smith: He pauses and yawns deeply as he trails
the guy, looking completely bored with this whole thing.
Harvey Forrester: *shakes his head*
"That's not what I meant, I meant for the homeless folks at the entrance.
Remember what sorts live in the park."
Adam "Fausto" Smith: 9,8,3,7,7,5,4,
Melody Drake: She simply rolls her shoulders
with a smile. "Stuff happens."
Ursus: *After a
while, he passes out of Downtown*
Ursus: (The ST
won't be here that much more either, so no worries)
Adam "Fausto" Smith -> Ursus: ((per_alert,
-2 diff due to padaa...does this guy smell like a human or does he lack scent
comepletely? Or is there like an ozone scent, as if he might be a holograpic
projection?))
Corbin Drake: "It's alright. We've
likely been dragged through worse. Maybe later I'll tell about the month I've
been having." The tone is playful, but there is nothing playful in his
eyes now.
Melody Drake: She looks away for a second
and then back to the group, her smile not meeting her eyes either.
Jeremy Thomas: He nods. "Right,
then...let's get some food, and with any luck, Mr. Wolfram and Hart won't be
around to deliver any more Godfather-style Offers-I-Can't-Refuse."
Corbin Drake: "You want to go,
Mel?" He asks gently.
Ursus -> Adam "Fausto" Smith: No...There's a human scent. But it's very unremarkable.
Very...neutral, for a human scent.
Adam "Fausto" Smith -> Ursus: ((And
what area of the city does he pass into? I mean what neighborhooed.
Corbin Drake: "Hopefully," he
agrees.
Adam "Fausto" Smith -> Ursus: ((Without
any emotion, or lust, right?))
Harvey Forrester: *nods quietly*
Melody Drake: Her eyes move from the ground
up to her brother. "I'd like to, but I think I may be more of burden, then
a help... if something were to happen."
Adam "Fausto" Smith: When he finishes
trailign the guy, he calls Harvey, asking "where are you? We need to
talk."
Ursus -> Adam "Fausto" Smith: Heading more uptown. No emotion, no lust, very little
pheromones.
Corbin Drake: "Whatever you want Mel. I
think we're okay right now, but then my judgement is rather clearly
flawed." It's the first time there's anything at all bitter to his tone,
almost hidden by his concern for Melody, but not quite.
Harvey Forrester: *answers his phone*
"Heading to Central."
Adam "Fausto" Smith: He grunts into the phone. "What
part? I'll join you."
Jeremy Thomas: He looks to Harvey, frowning
slightly.
Ursus: *And the
guy is GONE*
Harvey Forrester: *gives the specifics*
"We'll be somewhere around there."
Adam "Fausto" Smith -> Ursus: ((oh,
damn and ~now~ I remember what I wanted to talk to you about...Adam wants to
try and find a spirit that will teach him what he needs to hide his true
nature...))
Adam "Fausto" Smith: "On my way." *click*
Ursus -> Adam
"Fausto" Smith: Dang. *s* We'll have to
deal with that later, when my ICQ is working. I'm logging off for a tiny bit of
sleep now.
Adam "Fausto" Smith: (g2 CP if we are continuing this scene?))
Harvey Forrester: *hangs up the phone and
heads into the first fast food restaurant he sees, ordering food for, oh...15
people*
Melody Drake: She looks over Corbin as they
walk, a faint frown on her face.
Adam "Fausto" Smith: ((okies...thanks for the RP sorry for the
interruptions))
Harvey Forrester: ((I have to run off to
class. Harvey will stick around quietly, maybe prod Fausto to summon Ang, and
will give the food to the homeless Kinfolk outside Central.))
Adam "Fausto" Smith: ((That was a goodbye to URsus. *G*))
Corbin Drake: He smiles at Melody without
directly meeting her eyes. "Everything's fine Mellie. Everything's
fine."
Harvey Forrester: ((that was my response to
continuing the scene *G*))
Jeremy Thomas: ((Gone to CP, yeah. :) ))
Ursus -> Adam "Fausto" Smith: Do me a favor. Log everything happening with this from here
on, so I can see it later, OK?
Corbin Drake: "You want to see if you
can find Josh, Mel? Since we all have to go to the Park anyway...you two can
meet me there."
Melody Drake: And she just smiles, only a
little, maybe faintly sad. "I'll hang around a bit."
Adam "Fausto" Smith: ((g2CP))
Harvey Forrester: ((I'll be back in two hours
*waves and runs off to class*))