TheDoctor
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Dark Souls is so mean, one moment you feel like a champion then get eaten by a chest
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So on the deal with glamour anyone that is in strong in magic powers or have had a long experience with using glamours can drop their illusion and reenable it at will although it takes a few minutes to activate it again. Anyone who isn't that loses their glamour and needs to seek out renewal for it. Really, it's your own choice on your character's experience with it and their own abilities with the glamour.
So...peeps should be posting...
Right, posted, hope I did it correctly!
"Right, so then we have a deal?"
Crowley sat at the other end of the table, facing a man who had for some odd reason just turned a sickly pale. The poor man had started quivering and began a fast nod. Crowley made a smile and got up from his side of the table, patting the man on the shoulder and exiting the door. Before he closed the door Crowley added in his raspy voice, "And I expect this to be completed soon, don't want anything going wrong." Crowley happily chuckled and closed the door, leaving the man there shaking.
Crowley held his small pleasant smile and straightened his tie as he exited the building, promptly going back to his house. The man was quite easy to break. Just a simple intimidation and a threat on his family and he crumbled like a fallen vase! He had certainly had harder challenges before. Oh yes, and she was quite difficult to handle, Crowley thought. Fortunately I got the better end of that deal.
Nicolas looked over from the couch as his father opened the door. Even at 13, Nic was already almost as tall as his dad, and it showed when the boy stood up. "Hi dad!" He greeted as Crowley entered and placed his hat on the coat rack.
Crowley turned from the rack and smiled at his son, giving a short wave. "Hello Nic, where's Michael off at?" He asked, looking around and expecting him to be there, but ended up not. "Did he run off again?"
Nicolas gave a quick nod. "Yeah, he said the house was too distracting to read his book. He got into some old collection called the Art of War, ever heard of that? Apparently it's about some old Chinese dude who gives all these wise sayings. It seemed boring to me and after explaining he ran off."
Crowley chuckled and shook his head. Both of the boys were remarkable in their own way, but they still managed to amuse him. They would certainly be able to uphold what he had created and may even expand on it. He had a large amount of confidence in them. They both had. "Well Nic I thought I would teach you a few things today. They're going to be fairly important to learn as you grow up." Crowley shut the front door and began his daily lesson. Laughter soon followed and the sun settled down hours later. After several more hours another boy approached the house and entered, falling face flat on his bed and quickly falling asleep.
Crowley sat at the other end of the table, facing a man who had for some odd reason just turned a sickly pale. The poor man had started quivering and began a fast nod. Crowley made a smile and got up from his side of the table, patting the man on the shoulder and exiting the door. Before he closed the door Crowley added in his raspy voice, "And I expect this to be completed soon, don't want anything going wrong." Crowley happily chuckled and closed the door, leaving the man there shaking.
Crowley held his small pleasant smile and straightened his tie as he exited the building, promptly going back to his house. The man was quite easy to break. Just a simple intimidation and a threat on his family and he crumbled like a fallen vase! He had certainly had harder challenges before. Oh yes, and she was quite difficult to handle, Crowley thought. Fortunately I got the better end of that deal.
Nicolas looked over from the couch as his father opened the door. Even at 13, Nic was already almost as tall as his dad, and it showed when the boy stood up. "Hi dad!" He greeted as Crowley entered and placed his hat on the coat rack.
Crowley turned from the rack and smiled at his son, giving a short wave. "Hello Nic, where's Michael off at?" He asked, looking around and expecting him to be there, but ended up not. "Did he run off again?"
Nicolas gave a quick nod. "Yeah, he said the house was too distracting to read his book. He got into some old collection called the Art of War, ever heard of that? Apparently it's about some old Chinese dude who gives all these wise sayings. It seemed boring to me and after explaining he ran off."
Crowley chuckled and shook his head. Both of the boys were remarkable in their own way, but they still managed to amuse him. They would certainly be able to uphold what he had created and may even expand on it. He had a large amount of confidence in them. They both had. "Well Nic I thought I would teach you a few things today. They're going to be fairly important to learn as you grow up." Crowley shut the front door and began his daily lesson. Laughter soon followed and the sun settled down hours later. After several more hours another boy approached the house and entered, falling face flat on his bed and quickly falling asleep.
Phillip made a small chuckle and slightly shook his head as Victoria continued to talk. He turned around and waited for her to finish before starting. "It's our kind of job I assure you, don't worry about that," he stated, walking over to the counter and grabbing his silver dagger. "Body mutilated, multiple scratches, and there's no 'rampant beast' attraction there." Setting the dagger by his pistol Phillip turned back to Victoria. "And I suppose if we don't get caught as frauds or seen stabbing something or watched as we bury a body or we fail or we die then I guess we can see one show." A break would certainly be nice, if they were lucky they'd get a nice break. "Alright, go change I'll meet you by the car."
By the morning Phillip pulled up to the parking lot where the circus was nearby. After driving all night the hunter felt extremely tired but he would sleep later. Phillip took out his wallet and made sure everything was in order. "Right, let's get this over with." Phillip grabbed his pistol and tucked it underneath as an official would, then he placed his silver dagger on his belt. "You know what to look for, let's try to not make a mess like last time."
Hammond gave Blake a clean smile back, then pulled the imp's hand out of his pocket. "Right, let's see about that," Hammond noted, flicking the hand. The hand turned into an imp hand for a brief moment. Hammond let go and leaned against the wall. "See me tomorrow morning, and you best remember to come. You know you don't want me chasing you down, and Vladimir will be quite angry if someone's not keeping up with their glamour at this time." With that caring note, Hammond walked off and left the tent. After he was outside with no one around, Hammond pulled out several pouches from his coat. He chose a specific one out and set it down in the grass and then went back to his quarters. Trouble was going to stir, he had no doubt about that.
The next morning Hammond woke up plenty late. The amount of people he found that needed renewal was quite a large amount, and he still had several to do this morning. He couldn't wait until he didn't have this job anymore, but at least they payed him very well. Hammond stepped out of his tent, make a deep breath before walking around the perimeter again, expecting to run into several people that were due.
By the morning Phillip pulled up to the parking lot where the circus was nearby. After driving all night the hunter felt extremely tired but he would sleep later. Phillip took out his wallet and made sure everything was in order. "Right, let's get this over with." Phillip grabbed his pistol and tucked it underneath as an official would, then he placed his silver dagger on his belt. "You know what to look for, let's try to not make a mess like last time."
Hammond gave Blake a clean smile back, then pulled the imp's hand out of his pocket. "Right, let's see about that," Hammond noted, flicking the hand. The hand turned into an imp hand for a brief moment. Hammond let go and leaned against the wall. "See me tomorrow morning, and you best remember to come. You know you don't want me chasing you down, and Vladimir will be quite angry if someone's not keeping up with their glamour at this time." With that caring note, Hammond walked off and left the tent. After he was outside with no one around, Hammond pulled out several pouches from his coat. He chose a specific one out and set it down in the grass and then went back to his quarters. Trouble was going to stir, he had no doubt about that.
The next morning Hammond woke up plenty late. The amount of people he found that needed renewal was quite a large amount, and he still had several to do this morning. He couldn't wait until he didn't have this job anymore, but at least they payed him very well. Hammond stepped out of his tent, make a deep breath before walking around the perimeter again, expecting to run into several people that were due.
facelessrecon said
I didn't mean to sound like I was complaining or trying to rush you! I just didn't want to write something that conflicted with your ideas for your post!
No you're not rushing me don't worry, I just wanted to say I was going to get it up soon but I keep getting distracted! Anyway I finished it up and transitioned my characters to the next day, hope who I was with is OK with it!
Yes a lot of time will be spent on this day, and your local murders will still be going on! At least I'm pretty sure that's what we plotted.
I'm writing my post right now.
Hammond turned to see Blake approaching him. He noticed the chocolate smear and the sly grin Blake had on. "I'm doing quite well, but it looks like I'll have to renew the glamour of a lot of people tonight. How's yours holding up?" Before he was able to check without Blake's permission, Vladimir began his swift announcement. All the while, Hammond observed as he leaned against the wall. He wasn't the least bit surprised that someone was killed. He had been expecting for this to happen for months, years even. And now it finally happened. The trickster watched Jean walking out Hammond casually turned back to Blake, almost already forgetting. "So like I said how's your glamour holding?"
Phillip looked away from his suit and turned to Victoria who had come in unannounced. He was quite relieved that he hadn't started changing before she had come in. "I know it's soon after our last job, but I got a call on a body that showed up in a circus tent. From the description of the body, it sounds are kind of thing," Phillip explained in a somewhat casual manner but , setting his suit on his bed. The hunter turned back to Victoria, leaning against the bed. "Disguising as French Internal Intelligence would be ideal, they'd ask less questions and stay out of our way. Besides, I haven't been to a circus before so I figured it'd be nice to go to." Phillip turned away and opened up his drawer, pulling out his pistol and setting it on top of it.
Phillip looked away from his suit and turned to Victoria who had come in unannounced. He was quite relieved that he hadn't started changing before she had come in. "I know it's soon after our last job, but I got a call on a body that showed up in a circus tent. From the description of the body, it sounds are kind of thing," Phillip explained in a somewhat casual manner but , setting his suit on his bed. The hunter turned back to Victoria, leaning against the bed. "Disguising as French Internal Intelligence would be ideal, they'd ask less questions and stay out of our way. Besides, I haven't been to a circus before so I figured it'd be nice to go to." Phillip turned away and opened up his drawer, pulling out his pistol and setting it on top of it.
ReaptheMusic said
Also new guy, what, you have a thing against solidified water? What's wrong with crystallized H2O? the rest of us just LOOOooooOOOoooOOoove~ cold stuff. right guys? wink wink
Well, in order to have snow it is required to be cold so I suppose I agree.
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