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Henry Townshend (guyin302) wrote in utr_logs,
@ 2008-06-01 02:01:00

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henry townshend, solvei samuels

Who: Henry Townshend and Solvei Samuels
What: Taking a tour of the diner, then heading out for some patrolling.
Where: Starts at Sol’s bakery.
When: Starts off early afternoon on Friday.
Warnings: Probably violence against demons, vampires, etc. in the patrol section of the post.

Henry enjoyed these portkey things. Fast travel without the need of horrendously long security lines was a stroke of absolute genius. That was the part of being a photojournalist he’d always dreaded. Not the flying itself, he had no problem with that. It was the getting up at four in the morning to make a seven-thirty flight that bugged him. And he loved explaining his photography equipment to the guys working the X-Ray machines. Occasionally he’d get a guy that knew enough about photography to recognize Henry’s gear and let it slide on by as normal, but those were few and far between.

Not that he needed photo gear now. He still had it, hell, he’d updated his collection since finding out he’d replaced a rich actor, but for a trip like this he definitely didn’t need any. He was also glad he didn’t have to find a way to hide his weapons from security beyond the simple concealment under clothes or in the one bag he carried.

There were no guns. Solvei had made the request and he was going to honor it. Besides, she had a point, guns didn’t do a whole lot to monsters. What he did have were two knives, both blessed (it was amazing what a priest was willing to bless immediately after a hefty donation to the church) hidden in his boots, and a crossbow, and bolts for it, hidden between the top and bottom layers of clothes in his bag. He would also be picking up a hand-axe after getting to New York, but before the patrol.

It never hurt to be too careful. Or maybe that was the paranoia the Innsmouth trip had caused showing up. Either way, he brushed thoughts of Dagon and cultists and eldritch horrors aside for the moment, heading out into New York City and hailing a cab like a pro. He’d been here a few times, and knew most of the basics. He gave the cabbie the address to his hotel and then sat back, relaxing while the cabbie drove through the less-than-relaxing New York traffic.

After that it was a simple matter of checking in, heading up to his room, and unpacking. All in all, it only took him a few hours, into the early afternoon. Not bad time at all. Once finished, he whipped out his cell phone and dialed the number Solvei had given him. “Hey, it’s Henry,” he would say when she answered, in a friendly tone. “Just wanted to let you know I'm here. Do you want me to head over now?" In truth he was pretty eager to go over there. Not because it was a bakery (though he did enjoy baked goods) but because he didn't have many real friends in this world. Lots of people he knew from the boards, but very few actual friends besides Dean. This meant that increasing that pool of friends, even by one, was an important thing for him.

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guyin302
2008-06-07 05:32 pm UTC (link)

Henry's hand remained where it was for another moment, and then he let out a little sigh and relaxed, letting his hand fall back to his side. "Sorry. Last time a guy knew who I was before I knew him, not counting anything vortex-related, was back home with Walter." He stuck his hand in his pocket to keep it from wandering back to the bag with the crossbow in it.

He glanced around, impressed at all the fine weaponry in the place, before Solvei's comment caught his attention. "Magnetic chalk?" He moved to stand next to her to allow himself a better view. "Can't say as I have. I've heard of it, but I always figured it was like those gimmicky x-ray glasses advertised in the backs of comic books."

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solvei
2008-06-07 09:22 pm UTC (link)

"It's okay Henry. I understand." Some times the past was something that you never really got over. "It's better to be suspicious than hurt." She shrugged trying not to make a big deal out of it.

"It's for drawing pentagrams and power circles and the like. It's a lot easier for something not to get in or out with magnetic chalk. It tends to stay put a lot better than the regular run of the mill chalk or using sand or something like that. De... my fiance back home told that to me anyway." She'd almost said his name and since she knew that Henry was friends with him she didn't want for him to get involved with it. Even though the Dean here was a different Dean, she thought it'd be best if he didn't know. Knowing how smart Henry was, she figured it'd only be a matter of time before he did figure it out.

Solvei continued to browse and look around. There was a lot of cool stuff in this shop. She figured that she'd definitely be a repeat customer.

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guyin302
2008-06-08 05:56 am UTC (link)

Henry nodded, smiling a little at that. It was good to know people here that knew how to be supportive without asking millions of questions. It wasn't really an experience he wanted to relive, especially since he so often did in his nightmares. "I'm just paranoid," he muttered, shaking his head a little.

De? Those were the first two letters of this guy's name? Henry's mind was constantly working, which was sometimes not a good thing. In this case, it started running through a list of possible names. Derek, Devon, Demian, Dennunzio... And then he started thinking about what kind of man a Slayer could conceivably fall for. He sincerely doubted it could be a guy who had no clue how to defend himself. Right there is where it clicked. Dean.

Well, he was going to do exactly one thing: Stay out of the middle of it. No one was at fault here, there was nothing that could really be fixed in the traditional sense, so there was nothing for him to do at all. Anything he could even try to do would likely cause more drama and cause him to lose both of them as friends, both of which were unpleasant outcomes.

Instead, he just fiddled with the chalk a bit before tossing her a meaningful glance. This glance clearly said "oh I get it now" and then he glanced at the swords on the wall. "Always wanted to be King Arthur." Which, after that meaningful glance, kind of meant "and now that I get it we'll just pretend I didn't".

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solvei
2008-06-08 05:22 pm UTC (link)

Solvei could practically see the wheels turning in Henry's head after she had slipped and said the first part of Dean's name. She also saw the dawning in his eyes when he had figured it out. If ever there was any doubt on whether or not Henry and her would be friends it was cemented in her head when he didn't press for confirmation on who she was talking about. A silent agreement had somehow passed between the two of them that no words were needed right now. She was grateful of that.

"King Arthur? Yeah, that would be kinda cool. She pulled a claymore off the wall and held it in front of her like it didn't weigh more than a few ounces. "Think the Scots either had something right of very wrong when they decided to start making these." She swung it and thought it was too bulky for anything she'd fight these days. She put it back on the wall.

That was when the old man came out from the back. He carried two things in his hands. Stepping closer to them he held what looked to be a small medicine bag in one hand and a scythe in the other hand.

"Slayer, this scythe has killed many vampires. It is my gift to you." Sol looked at him confused. "I'll pay you for it." He shook his head.

"Warrior? This necklace I made myself. It will guard you against death and possession as long as you wear around neck." He held it out to Henry and Sol wondered if he'd take it or not. "My gift to you as well."

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guyin302
2008-06-09 03:29 pm UTC (link)

Henry figured that if she wanted to talk about it, she'd bring it up. He'd be happy to talk about it with her if she did, but it wasn't his business to bring up. She hadn't intended for him to know who it was, for good reason most likely, and he was going to just let her deal with it how she wanted to deal with it.

"Well, yeah, but without the whole cheating with the best friend part," he chuckled, shaking his head. He watched as she handled the claymore, impressed with the fact that she was handling it as if it was nothing. "Maybe they were fighting sentient brick walls." He'd always thought claymores were huge. He didn't dare even try to take one himself, there was no way he'd be able to handle it in a way that didn't end with accidental limb severing.

Henry looked at it for a second and then reached out and took it. He bowed his head, smiling. "Thank you." He searched his mind for a second for an appropriate response and then hit on one. "You honor me with your gift." He placed the bag around his neck, patting the bag softly once it was around his neck.

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solvei
2008-06-09 06:19 pm UTC (link)

"Yeah, that part wasn't so good." She smiled and still was playing with the sword. She better stop or she'd end up breaking something. "That'd just dull up the blade though. Guess they don't really have to be completely sharp. It's almost like they're a two-for. Melee and sharp. Maybe they did have something?"

"Most welcome." The man told Henry with a bow.

Smiling she said, "Thank you." To the old man. Impulsively she took out one of her cheesy business cards for the bakery and gave him one. "If ever you need any help or hear of anyone that needs help give me a call. Or if you just need some donuts, we deliver." He nodded and said, "Very great sweet tooth I have. I will not hesitate to call." Sol grinned at the man and added, "I want to buy some of your magnetic chalk and that hand axe." She said pointing to the one that she had seen on the website.

"Also, do you sell carrying cases?" She gestured to the scythe and the man nodded. Her backpack definitely would not hold it without part of it sticking out.

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