nothonest_mods @ 05:41 pm: Local Time and Weather:
Current Time and Weather: London, United Kingdom.
18 April, 2008 to 2 May, 2008-Weather: This week expect rain, and cloudy skies. Most of the week, partly cloudy skies with temperatures ranging from 9 degrees C ( 48 F), to 17 degrees C ( 62 F).
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endlsobsession @ 07:10 pm:
Who: Irie and OPEN
Where: Brent, near Neasden Temple.
When: Tuesday, afternoon.
Irie was drawn to the temple in a way few others would have been. The simple connection the building presented to her home left her longing, weary of her life among the mortal. In truth she felt worse for wear, her weapons left home and her heart no longer truly feeling up to the 'good fight' anymore.
This was the results of a champion long from home. The comforts of her life dragged at her, and the mundane existence that humans led was...taxing. Still, she had comrades here. It was a small comfort to be near her kind, but yet she still felt empty. A deep void that drove a wedge between the loyal and the wavering.
If you hear me, she wondered softly, starting up the steps to the magnificent building,
give me the strength...She needed to focus on her duties, not on the one creature she loathed...and yet was almost afraid to kill. That was what it was, wasn't it? Why her blade never could fall on him? Fear? An intangible, unmistakable taint on her heart that made so little sense it frightened her more.
And to top it off, an angel was found just the other night, badly injured and dying. She'd taken the scroll, if only for safe keeping, but there was little she could do with it. The script was ancient, a text she had never learned, and scholars of the mortal realm posed a pressing problem. How did one address the questions they might, assuming they could read it, come up with?
And what was so important about the scroll that Knights of Order would lash out at one of their God's heavenly messengers? It all left such a better taste on her lips.
Tags: duke-jeremy "brody" mcadams,
irieaga moonshadow,
open,
phineas caldwell
lastgirlonearth @ 08:47 pm:
Who: Felicity, open
Where: Scrawls
When: Friday, early afternoon.
"Are you aware of the evil that lurks in our city, hiding behind the guise of humanity?"
"Am I... what?" Felicity looked up and blinked at the guy at the counter, waiting to place his order. She was so startled, she almost burned herself with hot water, glaring at him as she messed up the drink she was currently working on. "What is that, some neo-goth version of asking if I've accepted Christ as my personal savior?"
"Have you?" The guy looked at her rather ernestly, and she just lifted a brow as she looked at him. He was a prep, but other than that he was kind of cute... before he opened his mouth, it seemed. She'd peg him at about 21, 22... and not the crazy sort. Just proved it took all kinds. She lifted her finger to hussh any further questions for now, and finished the drink she was making, handing it over to the waiting customer before turning back to crazy!guy.
"I don't generally consider that a worthy topic of discussion... What can I get you?"
"you don't believe. I could show you things. Secrets best left kept... horrors that should never be seen by the innocent. What would you say if presented with proof that the stuff of stories is real? Demons, Vampires..."
"Well, I'd probably ask a demon what he wanted to order... and I'd apologize to a vampire for not serving his drink of choice. So... what is your drink of choice?"
"Ahh... mocking what we do not know."
"Seriously? I'm a barrista. I serve coffee. I serve coffee when people order it. What do you want?"
"What would you say if I told you I wanted to save you?"
"... Seriously."
Tags: felicity o'hanlon,
jean-julian alexandre marais,
open
italiano_angel @ 10:31 pm:
Who: Alex and Open
Where: Bexley
When: Friday Night
Vampire hunters amused Alex in all the wrong ways. The boy that Percy had brought home was still sleeping on the couch, which was amazing in general, but Alex was particularly impressed with the guts Brody had in staying with two vampires. Not that Percy was really there that much. He lingered close to Dawn, but usually behind closed doors, and in his own world.
But Alex spent his time investigating Brody, because he had the time...and he could.
Except tonight the vampire had decided to explore, to see if he could find these so called 'Bexley Hunters' that he'd over heard a pair of demons discussing at the Black Drum. If nothing else, Alex was aware that the hunters could certainly provide him with the needed entertainment to make his days somehow less boring. Much less boring.
"How much is that doggy in the widow," he sang to himself as he walked along the empty road, looking about. "The one with the waggily tail, how much is that doggy in the window...." He never could remember anything beyond that. It was a stupid song, but then again a group of hunters claiming to be a fictional movie character that killed vampires with ridiculous flair was equally lacking in intelligence. "Oh where, oh where has my little dog gone, oh where, oh where can he be...."
Tags: alassandro deluca,
jean-julian alexandre marais,
open