Lee Minardi: * Looking slightly hung
over as he slumps in his chair and sips at his coffee the man reads through a
comic book while he waits. *
Lee Minardi: * He puffs absently at his
smoke as he turns the page. *
C.R.: The
back curtain is shoved aside, and out steps C.R., just in the process of
lighting up a cigarette. The man looks like he's actually been awake for a
couple hours...a rare event for the man this early in the day. He looks over at
Lee and grins as he to him. "Mornin'."
Lee Minardi: * He looks over at the
greeting and smiles. * " Hey man, I have been waiting for you. "
C.R.: "Well,
the wait is over. Ta da." He smirks and hops up on the counter, looking over his
way. "What's up? How you been?"
Lee Minardi: * He looks around one more
time to make sure they are alone at least for the moment before speaking. * " I
have been okay but... Well, your an old dude, right? I mean you have been around
and seen alot of shit I am guessing? "
C.R.: "Hey,
watch it. I'm not old, I'm just a bit overripe." He glances at the door. "Should
we lock up for this chat?"
Lee Minardi: " Man, I did not mean it that
way. I just mean that you have been around and know more than I do. I already
locked the door. I think I might have a problem. "
C.R.: "No
offense taken. Just fuckin' with you." He frowns a little bit, the snark
vanishing some. "What's goin' on, Lee?"
Lee Minardi: * He takes another drag off
the cigarette and blows a smoke ring before answering. * " Okay, I met this...
person and she felt me working my shit. You would have never have guessed that
this chick was anything but a sleeper. Trust me. Anyway she felt it and I tried
to play it off, but she was not having that at all. A few days later she comes
into where I work and we get to talking. She says that she can do shit too and
Iasked her what she could do. Well long story short she reads my mind. Okay, I
know that can be done but I did not feel a damn thing when she did it. I ask her
a few questions and man, this chick is a sleeper for all that I can tell. She
knows nothing about what I am and I have no idea what she is. Fuck, she does not
know what she is either. "
C.R.: He
smiles a little bit, and nods. "Ahh. You, my multi-pierced, spikey-haired
friend, have run into what we call sorcerors. Hedge mages too, though they
fucking HATE that term."
Lee Minardi: " Heard of them but never
met one. What makes you so sure about that? I mean I believe it but are you
fucking certain? Should I break it down for her or try and direct her too...
well whatever dude is in charge of that shit? "
C.R.:
"Well...it's either that, or something I've never frickin' heard of before. I
mean, you're talking Sleeper. Not a walking corpse, no strange spirit, not a
cyborg, nothing strange and bizarre like that?"
Lee Minardi: " She is warm and she
breathes, I know that for sure. That aside I just dont know. Pretty sure that
she is not a construct or anything like that but I dont know. She could be vat
grown for all that I know. "
C.R.: "Well,
warm and breathes is a good start, at least. I mean, that would be
rather...problematic." He sighs. "All right. If you didn't register what she
did...that means either you were just...off, or she slipped in under the radar.
Only things I know that go under the radar is sorcerors. Whether she's a cyborg
or a clone or something, we'll need someone to do the ol' Liferoo check to
confirm."
Lee Minardi: " She is pretty sharp. It
would be hard to slip a check by her. I had her do several things for me and I
never picked up anything from her and I am not that dense when it comes to
magic. She is doing something but I have no idea she is doing it until she tells
me. "
C.R.: He
nods. "Quite a find. Sorcerors and psychics are in short supply these days...but
that's where most of the other Trads...and even us too, sometimes...draw their
consors and acolytes from. She got a good head on her shoulders?"
Lee Minardi: " I dont know her that well
yet. She seems like she is book smart. I mean I know she is going to be
attending the film school, but as far as common sense I have just not been
around her long enough to know. Told her to keep her mouth shut and as far as I
know she has donethat. "
C.R.: "Well,
that would put her heads and tails above most of the retards who've Awakened in
this city." He shakes his head and sighs. "But I digress. You want me to meet
with her, see what the deal is? She might make a good consor for the Chantry, if
she's got that elusive common sense and is capable enough."
Lee Minardi: " If you want to meet with
her I can try to make it happen. Right now I dont know what I want on this. The
whole thing had me a little freaked but what you have said has helped. " * He
takes another drag... * " She litteraly does not know what she is or who she is
doing things. Sounds more like a psychic too me. I'm thinking headge mages do
not just stumble into shit. "
Lee Minardi: {{ How she is doing things,
even }}
C.R.: "Noot
typically, no." He flicks the the cigarette over the ashtry, knocking ash off.
"Lot more common with psychics. The Trads kind of pigeon-hole them into the same
square peg, and even I fall into that habit, 'cause it all tends to be similar."
He nods. "Talk with her...see if she's always had these kinds of abilities, or
if they've just popped up recently. Sometimes, in my admittedly limited
experience, they've had it all their life...sometimes, some kind of incident
brings it out. Sort of like when we Awakened, though less...well, Awaken-ish."
Lee Minardi: " She said it started after
her twin sister died. I asked her if her sis was into any out there shit and she
said no. Never asked how the kid died, but losing a twin would be a life
experiance, right? You want me to see if I can get her over here? "
C.R.:
"That...would be quite the life experience, yeah." He thinks about it for a long
moment, taking a drag off his cigarette. "So yeah...I don't think it would be a
bad thing to get here over, see what happens."
Lee Minardi: * He takes out his cell and
dials, speaking quietly into it for a few moments. *
C.R.: He
stays quiet as Lee calls, sliding off the counter and heading to make himself
one of his patented uber-coffees.
Lee Minardi: * After a bit he closes the
phone. * " Pour one for me too, man. She is coming. I dont know where she lives
but she said it would not be long. "
C.R.: He
looks back at Lee and grins. "Cool. One coffee, comin' up." He goes to make Lee
his. "Anythying else I should know before she gets here?"
Lee Minardi: " She has a trick that she
might pull on you that makes her drop dead georgeous. I would tell you to be
ready for it, but I do not think it would do any good. Tie your prick to your
leg or something. "
Stacia Flores: In under 15 minutes, the
roar of a bike can be heard, before the engine is cut. She hops off the red
Supersport 1000 DS (Ducati). Nervous about this, she gets the black helmet off
and shakes her hair out of it, and holds it under her arm as she heads toward
the door. Mostly she has been seen wearing jeans or skirts, this time, she has
on a plain pair of black leather pants, a white cropped shirt under a black
leather jacket, cut at the waist, and plain black boots. As she takes her time
walking up, she counts slowly, trying to calm her nerves.
C.R.:
"Hmmm...I think I might have something to fix on that. Don't need Cori putting
my head through the counter when she notices the drool I'll forget to clean up."
He reaches under the counter, pulling out a green powder and tapping some in
both of their drinks. He murmurs an incantation over them and then passes Lee
his. "Here. Ignore the taste...it's supposed to be that bad. Caffeine's still
there."
C.R.:
d10: Arete: 7,1,10,5,
Lee Minardi:
d10: per/aware: 4,9,3,8,
Lee Minardi: " Down this shit or is a sip
good enough? " * He raises the mug to take a sip and then rises to unlock the
door when he hears the sound of the bike. *
C.R.: ((And
by the way, building this for a couple more rolls. :P)) He raises the coffee to
his lips, grimacing even before it goes down. Whatever he added, it makes the
thing taste distinctly sour, almost but not quite rotten.
C.R.:
d10: Arete: 3,1,8,9,
Stacia Flores: She is finally getting the
nerve to knock on the door.
Lee Minardi: " God damnit this sucks man.
Even my hangover cure is not this bad. "
C.R.: "Down
the hatch with it all," he says, shivering and getting a disgutsed look on his
face as he finishes off the drink.
Stacia Flores -> C.R.:
((Is it specifically for her attactraction
wiles...because, I think on this one she's going for something slightly
different, depending on how things go. *grin* She's scared.))
C.R. -> Stacia Flores:
((It's a generic Mind Shield. *G*))
C.R.:
d10: Arete: 10,6,7,7,
Lee Minardi: " Fuck. " * He throws back
his head and scowls as the hot, foul tasting crap goes down his piehole. * "
This shit better work or I am going to twist your nipples off. "
Stacia Flores -> C.R.:
((hehe....cool....good idea....will still roll
but I know there's no way with 3 dice and a wp she can do shit *lol*))
Lee Minardi: * Hearing the knock at the
door he turns the latch and opens it, waiting for Stacia to step in before
locking it behind her. * " Hey sexy, thanks for coming. "
C.R.: ((1
succ to effect Lee as well, 1 succ to last the scene, 2 for effect, and two to
raise the diff on Awareness to 8)) Lee gets the vague sensation of something
coming over his mind, clouding it up from others and leaving his own thoughts
perfectly intact and safe.
Stacia Flores: She looks around, holding
the helmet under her arm even tighter. "Ummmm....hiya...."
C.R.: He sets
his empty coffee cup on the counter and takes a couple quick drags off his
cigarette, to get those damned taste buds deadened a little more. He looks over
to Stacia and smiles to her.
Lee Minardi: " That old fart over there
with the cigarette is a freind of mine that knows alot more than I do. Think you
should chill the fuck out and talk to him. Just my oppinion. " * He takes
another drag of his smoke and then adds as an afterthought.... * " Oh, and you
left your CD in my stereo. "
Stacia Flores: She smiles to CR,
nervously, though even more so to Lee. "I hope to whatever....you aren't going
to go disecting me like a science project."
SioLurk: ((open scene?)
C.R.: "Hey,
hey, hey." He nods to the woman and stubs his cigarette out in the ashtray,
nodding to her. "Don't worry...I even refused to dissect my frog in science
class. Of course, that was just to be a pain in the ass." He smiles and walks
forward, extending a hand. "I'm C.R. Nice to meet you."
Lee Minardi: * He catches the look and
shakes his head. * " I am not going to hurt you as long as you keep my name out
of your mouth. I dont want others knowing that I can do this sort of shit, okay?
Chill out. "
Stacia Flores: She switches the helmet
over to her left arm and takes his hand, shaking it firmly. "I'm ummm....Stacia...."
her nervousness still there in her tone of voice.
C.R.: ((Open
if the others are cool with it))
Stacia Flores: "I told you, I tell people
and they are going to think I should be locked up," eyes glancing to the door
just in case she decides she's going to run.
Stacia Flores: ((Well, I don't like
saying no, but another stranger might really freak this girl off....soooooo......just
warning ya. :) ))
Lee Minardi: " The point is that some will
not think you should be locked up, girl. Those are the ones I would rather not
know anything about me. " * He winks to her and smiles, trying in vain to look
non-threatening. *
C.R.: "Don't
worry, Stacia." He smiles a little bit, putting his free hand--the one not
shaking hers--on her shoulder. "Ain't gonna hurt you. You'd be surprised what
kinda of things I'm willing to hear before I think they should be locked up.
Usually, it has to be that they consider Marilyn Manson 'goth.'"
Stacia Flores:
d10: p/e--healthy cyn : 9,10,2,9,6,6,
Lee Minardi: {{ I have to leave for work
in a half hour so not sure my oppinion on openess counts. }}
Stacia Flores: ((Healthy cynic -2 diff
(which I don't even think would matter on that roll) to discern lies :) ))
C.R.:
((.....damn.))
Lee Minardi: {{ Wow }}
Stacia Flores:
d10: reroll people spec: 6,
Stacia Flores: When C.R.'s hand is on her
shoulder he can feel just how tense her body is.
C.R. -> Stacia Flores:
Dead honest. He has no plans to hurt her...in
fact, he's very intrigued by her. He's interested by her in a curiosity way, and
actually seems hopeful about something.
Cori Frost: Cori makes her way up the
stairs yawning looking much like she just got out of bed she is wearing a black
tanktop with a red trickfairy on it with matching black loung pants. she moves
towards the counter not quiet aware of her surroundings. until she sees people.
"uhmmm should i have dressed for guests?" adjusts her black glasses.
C.R. -> Stacia Flores:
((Oh, and he really did refuse to dissect his
frog, just to be a pain. ;) ))
Lee Minardi: * He glances over to Cori and
shakes his head. * " Ever think it might be a customer? Try the coffee. Its
awesome. "
Stacia Flores: Stacia starts taking steps
backwards toward the door, eyes darting suspiciously to Lee now, despite what
she thought she had just read off both him and C.R. "You lied to me....."
C.R.: He
frowns suddenly, looking over to Lee, then back to Stacia. "Umm...huh?"
Stacia Flores -> C.R.:
((And that's cool about the frog *lol*))
Lee Minardi: * He looks back to the
girl... * " If thats what you want to think then go ahead and think it. Does not
make it true. If you leave now you just remember what I said. "
Stacia Flores: "I've never said a
word....just thought it was ...him...." she points at C.R., longer steps taken
for the door, she could almost feel the door knob.
Cori Frost: She blinks "uhmm yeah..
coffee... just came up to check my schedule, should i have knocked CR?"
Lee Minardi: " Keep it that way. We
know what you are now. If you want to know what is going on you best sit your
ass down. If its not that important to you run away and hope you never run into
the people that I am afraid of. "
C.R.: He
looks behind, to Cori, as if to ask for a moment while he approaches Stacia.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, Stacia...easy. Why don't you tell me who wasn't honest about
what? 'cause I'm...kind of in the dark here."
Cori Frost: She nods her head and moves
towards the back of the shop where the bathrooms were.
Stacia Flores: For whatever reason Lee's
words only spook her more, and she grabs for the door knob, leaving the door
open and trying to get the helmet on first, the those elusive keys still in her
pocket, calling back to C.R. "Didn't know everyone was going to know my
business....fuck this shit...fuck...."
C.R.: "Stacia,
hold up!" He sighs and starts following her out of the shop...dammit. "Come
inside...let me explain."
Lee Minardi: * He turns back to C.R. and
shrugs. * " Guess I wasted your time. Sorry man. "
Stacia Flores: "I kept my word....I ain't
told shit to no one....I trusted Lee....then....that girl shows up...how many
more are there know my shit?" Her hand is still trying to get the keys out of
her pocket.
C.R.: He
follows her to her motorcycle, keeping his distance. "First off, that girl
doesn't know you from Eve, beyond the fact that you just booked it out of her
boyfriend's shop. Second, as far as I know, you, he and I know 'your shit.'" He
does the quote marks gesture with his fingers at 'Your Shit.' "And third...umm."
He frowns. "Okay, I don't have a third. But there are those first two."
Lee Minardi: * He steps outside the
shop and heads off for his own bike. *
Stacia Flores: Her eyes narrow and she
studies C.R. very closely.
Stacia Flores:
d10: p/e--healthy cyn : 1,5,6,4,1,9,
Lee Minardi: * His face is a little red as
he kicks the ninja over and throws on his helmet. Then he calls out to C.R.
before giving Stacia his best one finger salute. * " Just let her go man, she
dont want to know. She aint going to say shit. "
C.R. -> Stacia Flores:
((Again, honesty here. He's dead serious...well,
as seroius as he gets))
Lee Minardi: * And with that he pulls out,
heading for somewhere midtown ways. *
Lee Minardi: {{ Wish I could stay but need
to leave or will be late for work. }}
Stacia Flores: ((*waves* Thanks for the
scene! Catch you later :) ))
C.R. -> Stacia Flores:
((Although the 'girlfriend' comment is just a WEE
bit nebulous...like, maybe they haven't formalized it that much yet.))
C.R.:
((Thanks, Green!)) He rolls his eyes to Lee, and gives him a sarcastic 'Gee,
thanks' smile, then looks back to Stacia.
Stacia Flores: She flips off Lee, perhaps a little bit late but still does. She's still pissed at him that much is obvious. "Okay, so you're not lying from what I can tell. But....I kept my word....then....people just show up out of nowhere," eyeing the shop again suspiciously.
C.R.: "Yeah, well...we've got a nice little home downstairs. Cori and I live down there." He sighs. "Just kinda...forgot to explain before she came up. Sorry."
Stacia Flores: "I....you know...maybe
this isn't worth all this...." though her tone sounds like she is still curious
to a very small extent. Something is making her very scared though.
C.R.: "Trust
me...it is." He tilts his head, watching her. "Because through that door, you'll
find that there are people who understand what you're going through. And who
would like to help."
Stacia Flores:
d10: p/e--healthy cyn : 6,7,6,9,6,4,
Stacia Flores: She has to be certain of
his words even though he's spoken truthfully each time...maybe this might be the
time he'd get her confidence and lie...she studies him closely.
C.R. -> Stacia Flores:
More truth. He really does seem to think that
she'll find a place of comfort in there, and people who understand her.
Stacia Flores: "I'll...go with
you....but...only you right now...until I decide. And whatever happens, I don't
tell no one shit. 'Cuz that's how it is. You keep your word."
C.R.:
"Fair enough." He nods and smiles. "Come on. Let me get you a cup of
coffee...maybe decaf, though?" He grins and starts leading her back, if she'll
allow.
Stacia Flores: She follows behind him,
pulling her hand back from her pants pocket, taking her helmet off slowly again.
"No thanks to the coffee."
C.R.: "Not a
coffee drinker?" He looks back at her and shrugs. "Fair enough." Into the comic
storee/coffee shop he leads her again, gesturing to one of the chairs. "I'm
closing the door, just so that no bypassers listen in on the
conversation...cool?"
Stacia Flores: "Sure," she slowly moves
through the store/shop and takes a chair as he has motioned for her to do.
"Never acquired the taste."
C.R.: He
shuts the door and moves to hop back up onto the counter, pulling out another
cigarette. He looks down at the note and smiles a little bit. "Cori's
downstairs...so we're free to talk. So. Tell em a little bit about what's going
on."
C.R.: ((me))
Stacia Flores: "And she's not listening in
or watching on some cameras?" Trust much?
C.R.: "Nope.
We save our cameras for the bedroom." He grins a little bit, intending the joke
to break the tension. "I promise, it's just you and me."
Stacia Flores:
d10: p/e--healthy cyn : 8,2,7,9,8,7,5,
Stacia Flores: "Alright," she nods. "I
trust you for now. As for what's been going on? I don't know really. Wierd shit
has been going on for me....and I locked on to something....that I couldn't
explain," see, she didn't mention Lee at all.
C.R.: "Locked
onto how?" He takes a drag off his cigarette, curious. "And describe the wierd
shit. I've seen a lot of strange things in my time."
Stacia Flores: "Just something...."
considering her words carefully, "that was happening around me. Something I
sensed....I can't exactly explain it. And sometimes...I can sense what people
are thinking." She watches him closely for his initial reactions to what she's
trying to explain.
C.R.: He nods
a little bit, as if he understands. "You sense something...like, something that
just doesn't feel right? Sort of like a sixth sense?"
Stacia Flores: "Yes...that esp stuff I
think."
C.R.: He nods
a little bit. "I know what you're saying. What you have, Stacia, is a sort
of...sensitivity to the supernatural. I've got it too...so does Lee, and others.
Cori, who you just met, kind of, does."
Stacia Flores: She tries to hide any
surprise but right now it's hard too. She doesn't say much to that at the
present either.
C.R.: He
smiles a bit. "What you have does not make you anything other then special.
There's nothing wrong with you...nothing broken or freakish. Let me make that
clear. You are, based off my first guess, very simply a psychic."
Stacia Flores: She starts to roll her
eyes, but something as an afterthought makes sense, and she nods. "Because of
what you have been told I have done before?"
C.R.:
"Well, you did just tell me that you could sense people's thoughts..." He
smiles. "But yes."
Stacia Flores: "I think someone told you
about it besides me," she smirks. "Yes. But what happens now? Because, I ain't
gonna say a word about any of this. You know?"
C.R.: "You're
an intuitive woman." He smiles a little, but nods. "What happens now? Well...you
have three options. If you want, you can start coming here, and I can try to
help you. Alternatively, I know someone who's a little more apt to dealing with
those with psychic abilities...a man who runs a shop, not so far from here,
called Strange Brew. I can take you to see him. Or, your last option is to go
along your way. Your secret is safe with us, I give you my word. Because no one
here is going to spill your secrets...I was told only because Lee thought I
could help in a way he couldn't. It goes no further then me. But I don't think
you want to do that last option."
Stacia Flores: "If there is someone who
understands me better then it would seem that would be the better options. I
just...." she shakes her head, still a little cautious.
C.R.: He
nods. "I know. Trust me, Seth is a great guy. Very upstanding, and honest. And
he can help you. Careful, though...he's a bit of a flirt." He chuckles a bit.
"I'll take you to see him whenever you'd like."
Stacia Flores: "He couldn't be half the
flirt that Lee is," she smirks. "But I appreciate the sentiment. It's late
tonight so really, whenever on this Seth person. I don't have to be Pagan or
anything to do this do I?"
C.R.: "Nope."
He shakes his head. "Strange Brew is, as you might expect, a New Age shop...all
crystal-wavey, heart chakra, Nag Champa incensey, and Seth is a Wiccan. But he
doesn't care what your religion is, long as you don't care what his is."
Stacia Flores: "I don't believe in much of
anything right now. But as long as I don't have to be something I'm not, I don't
care what religion someone is. I have a question for you about all of this."
C.R.:
"Question away," he says with a grin. "Anything you ask, I'll answer to the best
of my ability."
Stacia Flores: "Why help me? What's in it
for you?"
Stacia Flores: She moves the helmet in her
lap considering how that might have sounded. "Okay, I've been living her long
enough to know that people don't usually help out of the goodness of their heart
without a reason."
C.R.: He's
quiet about that for a long time, considering her. He takes a drag off his
cigarette, looking up to the ceiling. "Because you're not the only one who one
day found that they had the ability to touch people's minds. And I know what
it's like to be confused by that, and feel very alone in this world."
Stacia Flores: "You?" she asks quietly.
C.R.: He
looks at her and smiles. "I'm born and raised here...grew up in the goth scene.
Never did learn how to ride a motorcycle that well." He grins and gestures to
her helment. "Didn't stop me from trying, and I found myself in a bit of a
boo-boo. Didn't wake up for three weeks. When I did..." He shrugs. "Scared the
shit out of a nurse and myself."
Stacia Flores: "You were in a coma? And
what happened....if I might ask?"
C.R.: "I was
in a coma." He nods a bit. "After I woke up, I had to figure shit out on my own.
Which, surprise surprise, was a constant waking nightmare. I didn't have any
control over my power...no clue when I was going to hear something in someone's
head that was going to freak me out. Let me tell you, when you pick up on some
of the fucked up shit people do to each other on a regular basis..." He shrugs.
"Anyway, I eventually figured out how to control things...moved to San Fransisco.
It wasn't until then that I found people who knew about people like me. They're
called the Hollow Ones, and they're all over. They helped me becomes something
more, and made me one of them. And I've been part of them ever since. I'm not
the same as I was before...I've got more, and less, too. Kind of hard to explain
right away without just confusing you more. We'll get to that at some point,
maybe."
Stacia Flores: She smiles and nods some.
Keeping her own mental notes of this. "I've been lucky so far it hasn't been to
bad. Sometimes when I'm upset it happens. These Hollow Ones....that's something
you'll explain later then? Sounds like a club or something."
C.R.:
"Something like that." He grins. "Some people say we're not much more then that,
but there is a method to our mecabre." He says the last word with a
overdramatic tone of spookiness. "But yeah...I'll explain that a little more
down the road."
Stacia Flores: "I think my mind has had
about as much as it can take right now. I'm swimming. Maybe give me a day or two
to swallow all this...it's a lot to take in all at once."
C.R.: "Yeah,
I know. It is a lot to take in." He nods and sighs. "So. You'll call me--when
you're ready--and I'll take you to see Seth. And you'll be far more charmed by
him then you are by me, because that's the way it always goes, and all will be
well. Work for you?"
Stacia Flores: "I'll need your number
then."
C.R.: "AH!
Yes..." He slides off the counter and snatches up a Hangman's Joy business card,
walking over and handing it to her. "Ask, and you shall receive."
Stacia Flores: "Thanks," she takes the
card, standing up. "I'll give a few days to sink in....This last year has been a
bit of a trip for me."
C.R.: "Yeah,
I can imagine. You've had these abilities for that long?"
Stacia Flores: "Not sure about the second
one....but the minds...yes....about a year."
C.R.: He nods
a little bit and sighs. "That's...quite a while. I know what that's like.
Anyway...yeah. Come by whenever, or give me a call."
Stacia Flores: She goes for the keys to
the bike, while sticking the card in her pocket. "Okay. Good night. C.R. You'll
have to tell me what it stands for some time maybe...."
C.R.: He
laughs a little bit. "Ahh, that secret, only one other person alive but me
knows. But we'll see. Good night, Stacia."
Stacia Flores: She heads on out.
((Thanks for the scene!))
C.R.: ((Thank
you!))
C.R.: He
smiles as she heads out, then sighs, picking up a up of cold coffee as he pulls
out his cell, dialing it.
Cori Frost: She picks up her phone in
the brackground Voultaire can be heard "heya Is it safe?"
C.R.: "Yeah,
it's safe." He grins a little bit. "Come on up." He sips the coffee...cold or
not, it is caffeine.
Cori Frost: "ok see yah soon" she hangs up
the phone and climbs up the stairs. Still in the same clothes having not seen a
reason to change yet. she moves over to where he is."boo...i scared yah"
C.R.: "Eek."
He deadpans it, then smirks, setting the mug down and walking over to her.
"Sorry about all that."
Cori Frost: "ehh it happens, i figured i
musta missed a note when i was walking around without my glasses" she grins
pantamining her sightless.
C.R.: "Naah,
just didn't get a chance to warn you." He smirks and 'sneaks' around her
'sightlessness,' coming up behind her and slipping his arms around her. "See. I
did that because you couldn't see me."
Cori Frost: "you and your leet skills" she
grins "well i guess i can forgive you this time...next time you owe me lobster
dinner." she turns her head to look to him "so everything copasetic?"
C.R.: He
chuckles a little bit. "Yeah, I'm totally leet. And everything's fine. All
wrinles smoothed over...though I think Lee's a bit miffed."
Cori Frost: "why would Lee be miffed?" she
lifts a brow.
C.R.: "I
think he's got a thing for her...and when she freaked out and called him a liar,
he didn't take it too well."
Cori Frost: "aww mr. flirt got hurt?"
she shakes her head"if he lied well then he reaped what he sewed. "unless. its
cause i popped out?"
C.R.: "I
think it's 'cause you popped out. She thought we were going to be all alone. But
maybe more, too. You know women..." He smirks, winking. "Who can really figure
them out?"
Cori Frost: She shrugs"i never could " she
grins "most men i can but still they are confusing"
C.R.: "Well,
that's 'cause we got them strange personality quirks. Broken right off the
assembly line, like R2-D2."
Cori Frost: "at least its not like C3PO"
she grins " soo if your r2-d2 what would i be?"
C.R.:
"Princess Leia in the slave girl outfit when she was next to Jabba?" He says it
with a teasing grin.
Cori Frost: she laughs "then you couldn't
be r2d2... cause Leia get jiggy with solo..." she grins .
C.R.: "Ahh, I
see you've never seen the secret director's cut, where R2 has...special
attachments."
Cori Frost: She snickers "yeah i don't
think he can make out" she lean against him "speaking of Jedi, when do i get
work with the force again?
C.R.:
"Whenever you'd like," He leans in to lightly gnaw on her earlobe, almost idly.
"What would you like to learn?"
Cori Frost: She purss and grin impishly
"well it would be fun to be able to reach into my pocket and pull out some
handcuffs"
C.R.: "Oooh,
bedroom fun with Correspondance." He grins and keeps up the attention on her
ear. "I think we can arrange getting you a little better with that..."
Cori Frost: "i can't wait" she leans
closer against him. "what else could we work on?" she grins.
C.R.:
"Hmmm...well, let's see..." He drops his head to work on her neck a little bit,
teasing. "We could, start helping you learn a little more Mind...maybe some Time
stuff, too? And, if you like, Entropy. Vasty...VASTLY underrated area of
magic..."
Cori Frost: "well i know entropy basics
but more is defently welcome. I think my ghost friends would love to hear about
what i am learning....oh by the way if any of them wanna crash here is it ok?"
C.R.: "Long
as they leave the chains at home...or attached to the bedposts, where they
belong. Sure."
Cori Frost: She nods her head "cool, oh by
the way in a couple of month i'm supposed to go to a wedding back in Mass, wanna
come be my date?" she grins "my mentor back home finally got collared"
C.R.: "I
hope you mean in the literal sense as well as the figurative." He winks, and
then nods. "Sure, I'd love to. Been a little while since I've been to ol' Mass."
Cori Frost: "great! " she smiles "so shall
we get back to some classes down stairs?"
C.R.: "Sure
thing." He grins, and pulls away...as he does, he takes hold of her hand,
spinning her around like a dance so she faces him and then leading her to the
back door, then down.
Cori Frost: "after wanna help me think of
a new nick name? i don' think Cori suits me anymore" She grins as she follows
his lead.
C.R.:
"Hmmm...yeah, I can try to help you figure out a new sobriquet." He grins,
backing out of view.
Cori Frost: ((thanks for the Scene Rav!))