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1. [VAMPIRE] -Consequences
From: "carys murray" <carysmurray@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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2. Fwd: Re: [DL-N] Day of reckoning.
From: jim grace <darvituakblackhart@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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3. [USS Capricorn] The Exec Checks In
From: "Rob" <xagnut@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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4. [USS Capricorn] The CO Checks In
From: "Rob" <xagnut@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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5. [VAMPIRE] - Shadowlands Calling
From: "carys murray" <carysmurray@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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Message: 1
Date: Wed, 10 Nov 2004 10:33:16 -0800
From: "carys murray" <carysmurray@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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Subject: [VAMPIRE] -Consequences
Night of Day 8
Amon stood in the dark shadows of the ancient crumbling graveyard
waiting to
hear the news. It had been 3 days at least, and still nothing. The
failed
attempt to keep the new childe they had stolen was to be expected.
Especially with those he was forced to at times, to work with.
His mood was pensive and brooding. He had felt this for the past few
nights, and knew that he was not yet finished with his hunting. There
were
only two things that could calm the savage beast within, and one lay
sleeping at this hour.
Wrapped safely in the cocoon he had created for her. The other of
course
never really soothed the beast that he was; it only calmed the raving
desires that fueled his existence.
He gazed around the place he had chosen to meet, for it was out of the
way,
away from the eyes of those who lived near. Which was what he wanted.
Long
gone were the days when the people feared the night and stayed locked
behind
their doors and windows.
He heard them coming before he actually smelled them. He stood in the
shadows at the end of the small private graveyard and waited for those
to
approach him with the news, and with the item that he had requested.
Slowly the 2 approached, the elder one leading the more wary younger
one.
Softly they crept along the moss-covered stones that made up the
walkway.
When they had reached half way Amon stepped from the shadows and
appeared
before them. The younger one fell to his knees quaking in fear; the
elder,
use to his master, and his ways, bowed low to show the reverence in
which he
felt, and to show the respect due him.
After what seemed like an eternity of silence the elder one stepped
forward
and presented his master with the vial of vitae. Amon smiled evilly
and
nodded his pleasure.
"What of the others?' he asked coldly. He had been given time to
ponder
their treacherous behavior, not to mention their possible ruination of
the
plans that had taken many decades to formulate and work out; not to
mention
the possibility of discovery. THAT was the worst of their crimes.
"They have been discovered, and given up as per your orders." The
older man
replied softly. He knew the depth of his master's rage, and did not
doubt
for one second he could be sacrificed on a moment's notice, or whim.
"Have the tribunal meet here tomorrow night, the judgement will be
pronounced and the sentence carried out." Amon intoned his voice
dropping
to match the chill in the air.
"As you wish my Master." The elder man bowed. He knew what would come
next,
and what he would need to accomplish to meet his master's demands.
Amon turned away from his servants and took a step towards the shadows
again
and spun on his heel. "And Emile?" Amon spoke softly.
The elder man looked up into his master's face and waited his fate.
"Yes
Master?"
"You know what needs be done." And with that Amon stepped into the
shadows
and was gone.
Emile waited for a moment, waiting to see if perhaps with the absence
of his
master the sounds of the night would return. After a short time he
knew
they would not. He did not question, and he did not wish to know the
answer
either. He turned to the younger one.
"Hurry Antoine, there is much to do, and we have not much time."
Emile
spoke as he pulled him to his feet and they began their way out.
"I do not understand Pe`re." The young one spoke as they reached the
broken
gate that led back to the land of the living.
"You do not need to understand, nor do you ever ask questions; not if
you
wish to continue to exist. We are an old and noble family; who have
served
his house for 5 generations." Emile counseled his son.
"Time has come for you to step up and join the ranks of service to
Lord
Amon. I pray that you will prove yourself worthy and not be culled."
Antoine nodded and said not a word on their trip back to the bustling
city.
He was amazed how much life teemed in the city, even at this time of
the
night. After the experience in that crumbling graveyard he was not
sure if
he wanted to learn what his father knew and step into his shoes.
Emile quietly made the plans in his head so everything would go
smoothly.
Their first stop was to a run down seedy looking place that appeared
to be
more abandoned than hosting an active nightlife.
Antoine learned that appearances could be quite deceiving and was
shocked at
the plush interior in contrast to the drab crumbling façade of the
outside.
He was impressed with his father as he moved with the silent ease of
one who
knew his place and standing within this very unusual gathering.
"Say nothing, and do not stare." Emile whispered to his son before
they
stepped into the hallway that led to yet another large gathering hall.
"I can not protect you here, you must be as invisible as you can, copy
me
and we should be alright." He counseled his son and with Antoine's
nod, he
stepped forward and knocked on the large heavy oak ornate double
doors.
The door drew slowly open and inside was a room full of people. It
appeared
as though they were sitting and waiting for them to arrive. Antoine's
mind
filled with numerous questions, but did as his father had bid him to,
and
remained quiet and kept his eyes lowered and followed his father as if
he
was a shadow.
"What message do you bring?" a loud booming voice called out.
"My Lord has called for a tribunal for the judgement and sentence."
Emile
spoke out in response to the question asked him. Inside he silently
prayed
that they would make it out of this viper's den.
With the pronouncement of why he was here many rose to hiss and snarl
at the
proclamation and suddenly the room was filled with a noisy din that
crescendoed into a roar.
Antoine kept closer to his father and kept his eyes on the floor per
instructions. How he had ever thought he could not wait to step into
his
father's shoes boggled his mind. Emile stood his ground, for in
reality,
should they slay the messenger, his family would be compensated, and
cared
for, which was im****tant to him, but the wrath visited upon those in
this
room would not be worth the fun of the moment.
"Very well, you have said your piece, now leave!" the voice answered.
Emile
did not need to be told twice. He bowed as was proper and backed out
of the
room and shut the doors to leave the council in private to haggle over
what
reason they had gathered. Emile kept his thoughts to himself until
the
safety of the car and then turned to his son once more.
"What did you notice?" he asked his son.
"Nothing, I paid no attention, like you told me!" he replied
defensively.
Emile nodded. "For now, good, you have learned the first lesson. Fear
is
not a bad thing, nor good, it just is. Know when to use it to help
you, you
will go far. Now, we must begin the preparations for the Master, it
will be
a long 2 days, but once it is over, we will have a few to ourselves."
"Yes Pe`re." The young man whispered. The rest of the evening of the
evening was lost in endless tasks that made no sense to the young man,
but
he followed the counsel of his father and watched and spoke not a
word.
NRPG - no real tags, more character development and moving the story
along.
[SUMMARY]
Amon awaits his messenger in a crumbling vacant graveyard. Amon
receives
what he asked for, they discuss the issue of those who failed in their
mission, and Emile hurries to do his master's bidding.
Respectfully submitted by
Carys Murray
Aka
Lord Amon
Emile and son.
Glossary
Pe`re Father
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Message: 2
Date: Fri, 29 Oct 2004 00:52:12 -0700 (PDT)
From: jim grace <darvituakblackhart@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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Subject: Fwd: Re: [DL-N] Day of reckoning.
Day 6 mid evening.
Now that it's dark out Woodlenn can run about with out being seen or
heard. Good thing to for where he was going.
*I hope Breezy does not get to mad at me, but she can not know that I
am going to talk to Jen* he thought to him self as he approached
Jeneve's door.
Wood knocks on the door and says. "Jen it is me Wood. Please open up I
really need to talk to you about the skeleton. I think it is Sandra's
skeleton."
When Jeneve open the door Wood started out right away.
"I do not know how it got here, or who brought her here, but I think I
am in big trouble now." He said very concerned.
<Back flash one year ago.>
"Great show guys. I really think that Ravendale liked us." A band
member said to Woodlenn.
Now the boy's have been in Ravendale for three year to this date.
"Yeah and the dancers really did do good this time. No one fell." He
said with a chuckle.
Just then they heard a scream.
"That was Sandra! Come on Cornard." The boy said to Woodlenn.
As they ran to where the scream came from they saw Sandra lien in a
pool of blood, with a dagger in her back, and a brightly colored arrow
in her neck.
"Quick. Run for help." Woodlenn said. so the boys took off.
"Cornard?" The gasping voice of the young girl came through.
"Shhh. Do not talk. Save your strength, help is on the way."
"It won't matter now." She coughs out. "Just run, hide away, do not
let this ruin your music carrier. Promise."
"I promise, when this is all over. I will play again." He said as she
took her last breath.
He grabs her in a loving embrace. "Sandra? Sandra. Rest in peace."
Just then a guard came up.
"What did you do hot shot?" The guard asked.
"Nothing I found her like this, I swore." The boy replied.
"Well isn't that your arrow?" The armored man asked.
Knowing he could not win this argument, Wood got up, and ran for his
life. Leaving the body where it lade.
With his ability to hide in shadows, and move silently. He got out of
town with out getting cough.
*Why would some one kill Sandra, and try to pin me with it. I guess I
should go home. Back to the warren like. Mom, and Dad will hide me
until this blows over.
When Woodlenn got back to Norwall he found his house, and shop up for
sale.
When he talked to Jeneve he found out that his parents died from some
heart failures, and that the plantation was his if he wanted it.
Jeneve helped cornard change his name to Woodlenn, and helped him
learn how not to be seen by wearing robes, cause allot of people come
in and out of here, and there is probably a price on his head.
NRPG- Jeneve is the only one that knows of this situation, and
Woodlenn's real name.
Jeneve, Breezy, And Link, And now Elf are the only ones that know what
he really looks like.
<Tag Jeneve for a JP and Breezy if she wants to be there.
Submitted by James for
Woodlenn
Summery.
Day six. mid evening
Woodlenn sneaks over to Jeneves house to talk to her about the
skeleton of a girl that he was accused of killing in Ravendale.
In a back flash we learn that Woodlenns real name was changed by
Jeneve to Keep his Identity a secret so he would not go to jail and
ruin his reputation.
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Message: 3
Date: Wed, 10 Nov 2004 23:33:26 -0800
From: "Rob" <xagnut@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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Subject: [USS Capricorn] The Exec Checks In
MD 2:1800
"Commander, is something wrong?"
Turning to greet the new CEO Montana shook her head, "No, just an odd
feeling is all."
"Ma'am?" A'Kora questioned noticing the tenseness in the First
Officer's
manner.
"It's nothing.' Montana answered forcing a faint smile. "I thought I
would
stop by and see how you are settling in?"
"Another odd feeling?" A'kora asked, letting one corner of her mouth
rise
slightly in amusement. "In the off chance that my uniform had
misplaced
itself a third time?"
Before Montana could protest, A'kora assured the Executive Officer
that she
had not taken offense.
"It was a good joke, yes?" A'kora offered. "I have not been relaxed
enough
to attempt humor often. Forgive me if my attempts are poorly done. I
believe you are more concerned about the state of the Engineering
Department."
"My re****t for this evening's eights." The Cheng offered her PADD to
Montana. "Engineering is suffering rather less from excessive shore
leave
than it is from what my senior enlisted man is calling 'chili
bravado',
which has something to do with intentional consumption of supposed
food
items that cause gastrointestinal distress."
"I am requesting permission to reschedule several significant
maintenance
operations." A'kora continued. "Nothing that will affect the
performance
of the ****p. I would prefer in their place to begin a systematic
series of
intensive diagnostics. The dry-dock we departed has an excellent
reputation, but I would much prefer to examine their work than
discover that
something doesn't work as well in practice as it did in Star Fleet
planning
and simulations before installation."
"Otherwise, I am fine." The Cheng concluded. "I have not yet had the
time
to meet individually with my entire department, but the staffing
appears to
have been excellent. The changing in leader****p is going as well as
may be
expected, seeing as the department barely had time to adjust to their
last
Cheng before this latest reshuffling."
[Tags Back to ya]
Respectfully submitted by,
Lieutenant Commander A'kora
Cheng - USS Capricorn
OOC
"This evening's eights." Terminology I am stealing from the Navy.
"Eight
O'Clock Re****ts" happen every night on a ****p at about 1715 or 1730.
No,
not 2000, which is Navy time for Eight O'Clock, but at the end of the
****ft
just prior to 2000, so that the night watch has an overview of what
happend
on the ****p while they were probably sleeping, as well as plans for
the next
day so anything that needs to be done prior can be taken care of.
Anyways,
it's commonly called "Eights" and the re****t is sent to whoever is
Officer
of the Deck coming on ****ft, with a copy sent to the CO.
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Message: 4
Date: Wed, 10 Nov 2004 23:33:29 -0800
From: "Rob" <xagnut@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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Subject: [USS Capricorn] The CO Checks In
MD 2:1500ish
Avi came upon the turbolift much sooner. He didnąt remember it being
so
close to where he'd been last. "Main engineering." He was silent
throughout the entire trip. He hadnąt had much chance to see the new
engineer clothed, especially outside of staff meetings.
"Good afternoon, Lt. Commander." He said, walking around the pool
table,
seeing the new Chief Engineer sitting at a station. "How are things
down
here?"
"Things?" A'kora said quizzically, standing up in deference to his
rank.
"They are, I believe the human term is 'good', Captain. Thank you for
asking. Is there something I can help you with?"
"No, I was just in the area, and thought I would stop by." Avi
gestured for
the Cheng to return to her seat. "Don't stop work on my account."
"Certainly, Sir." A'kora nodded sharply and then returned to her
console.
"The newly installed anti-matter flow regulators have an aberrant
spike in
the tetracycle range." A'kora explained, leaning her head to one side
so
that Avi could more easily see her console.
On the screen a work detail, dressed in protective suits, had taken
the
access panel off of some equipment. Blue light coming from the panel
illuminated their masks, but the reflection obscured their faces.
"It is not uncommon for such spikes to occur when a new system is
installed." She explained. "Variance in the quality of manufacture,
even
at a microscopic level, affects the magnetic resonance field. This in
turn
causes surges in the regulators that is similar to those caused by
poor
quality trilithium or subparticulate pollution of the anti-matter
itself."
"The ****ft Senior Chief and I are in agreement that the most likely
cause is
the regulators themselves." A'kora said to the Captain. "The
regulators
need seasoning, as the human expression goes. After the system has
had time
to adjust to the new parts, the magnodirectional systems will adapt
and the
spiking will subside."
"But it does provide a unique training situation for the junior
personnel."
She nodded towards the screen. "Suspecting a 'new' part is
counter-intuitive, even though if a system previously worked without
flaw
then the logical conclusion is that the new part is the cause of any
variance in throughput."
"The first team required three hours and forty two minutes to reach
that
conclusion." The corner of her mouth quirked slightly, as if perhaps
she
were smiling; but of course, Vulcans don't smile. "But Senior Chief
Sabbatinni assures me that these are his best men."
A balding human two consoles over snorted somewhat theatrically, but
said
nothing.
"One hour and nineteen point five minutes, Senior Chief." A'kora
chided,
the barest hint of a smile ghosting so quickly that Avi might suspect
it was
a trick of lighting. "That is the third time Peters has taken the
tricorder
reading of the anti-matter sampling chamber. How many more times
before she
believes her equipment and concludes that there is nothing wrong with
the
quality of our fuel?"
"She's just stubborn." Chief Sabbatinni groused, crossing over and
nodding
to Avi. "Evening Cap'n."
"Good evening, Senior Chief." Avi replied. "Your best men?"
"Aye." The Senior Chief rolled his eyes. "But just a little too sure
of
herself I'd say. The crew chief just doesn't want to admit she is
wrong.
Suiting up to take a reading on the anti-matter is a hassle, and both
her
mates wanted to check the trilithium first."
"Now Peters is right, if they were at fault then we'd have readings
going
off the scale by now. When a crystal goes sour, it happens pretty
quickly.
But as the Cheng pointed out, no one wants to think it's the new gear.
New
stuff is supposed to work, right?"
"And who wants to tell the Captain that he just blew half the
quarter's
budget on parts that need to be replaced?" He chuckled. "Though
begging
the Captain's pardon, they're a lot more afraid of having to talk to
the
Exec than you."
[Tags Back to Josh]
Respectfully submitted by,
Lieutenant Commander A'kora
Cheng - USS Capricorn
<NRPG < Rob, he really is just walking the ****p. He doesnąt have
anything
in mind. Maybe they talk about Waverly?>
Null persp. You gave me a chance to indulge in some techo-babble.
Stick
around, talk about Waverly if ya wanna. I might think of a way to
blow
something up in the meantime.
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Message: 5
Date: Thu, 11 Nov 2004 09:43:53 -0800
From: "carys murray" <carysmurray@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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Subject: [VAMPIRE] - Shadowlands Calling
Day 13
Night
Restaurant
Josie could not believe Max had been able to give her a few days off.
The
past week had been horrendous. Several more brutal animalistic
slayings had
happened. One of them had the police department breathing down their
necks.
It seemed that one of their major snitches had bought the farm in a
seedy
run down back room in a known hangout for all criminal types.
Internal
affairs had been brought in due to the fact that the Vice Squad could
not
find the drugs they supplied to him. It has vanished, just as the
perps who
had taken him out. No fingerprints, no clues, no trace DNA, nothing.
The
police chief had bellowed his rage across the city and it filtered
down to
the likes of Josie.
A.J. Broussard the head Coroner was on the warpath as well. He was
out to
prove it was not his office or department that screwed up the crime
scene.
Josie hated the lime-light that this kind of case involved, and
luckily for
her Max was willing to be the spokesperson for the media and press.
It did not help that some of the underground papers had begun printing
their
wild claims of the occult, curses, voodoo and of course vampires,
werewolves
and all sorts of undead.
Sadly these were the only papers her Tante's read, and so she was
surrounded
by garlic and kept finding sachets of salt stashed everywhere. She did
not
wish to ridicule her Tante's and their beliefs, and so she suffered
silently
even when teased at work.
Her dreams had become more intense as of late, and she was not sure if
it
was because she opened up and shared with that police detective or
those
eyes that seemed to haunt her day and night. At times the mark she
had
carried since before she could really remember itched at times, as tho
it
was magic like her Tante's had told her and someone was trying to use
it.
Actually it had not begun to hurt until after that night when she had
taken
Nicky to the alley where she had found the strange evidence.
But now, Josie had a few days off, and she was free to enjoy it. She
loved
when she could be surrounded with her family, and the music, dancing
would
go on for days and the BBQ would not end. She could visit, chat,
drink,
dance, and be safe.
There were rare times she ever felt truly safe. She had always felt
like
something was breathing down her neck. Her Oncle Julien had once told
her
she had the "way" and not to fear it, to embrace it. She watched him
now,
old, grey, his black eyes snapping with passion for the music he
stroked
from his fiddle. Josie felt her feet shuffling back and forth and she
began
to sway to the music, and get lost in the melodies that were hundred's
of
years old.
She felt a pair of strong arms encircle her waist from behind and sway
with
her. She knew who it was from his scent. He nuzzled her neck and she
nestled into him and laughed care-free.
"Mon che`re" he whispered hoarsely into her ear.
"Nicky!" she whispered back. As the music began to change he twirled
her
out on the wooden plank dance floor and glided her across the floor
with a
gracefulness that belied his size and frame.
Josie loved the way she felt tonight. The moon was full, the stars
sparkled
brightly and the hint of the warm air caressed her. She got lost in
the
dancing, and she honestly did not know how long she and Nicky danced.
He
looked so handsome tonight. And for once he was not wearing his
shades.
Although he was still in all black; she wondered why she so attracted
to men
who wore black.
On and on the night went, and they only stopped a few times to catch
their
breath, to drink and find a quiet spot. Josie loved it when her
family
would open its doors to the public and let them join in the family
celebrations. Of course they were all related one way or another
crisscrossing through the generations.
Again she was so thankful Max understood how im****tant this Un Fais Do
Do
was.
This was a big deal for her family, and to be able to gather and party
for a
few days to celebrate. She remembered there use to be more of these
when
she was young. But the newer generations were slowly moving away from
their
heritage and there were less and less of the old ones left.
As she stood overlooking one of the smaller inlets that lead to the
larger
and outer ****tions of the bayou Josie felt someone was watching her.
She
looked out over the water and tried to see if perhaps someone was in a
pirogue and wi****ng to come to join in the fun. As she turned away
she
thought she saw those eyes again. Out of the corner of hers and altho
she
knew if she looked she would not see anything. She looked anyway.
Nothing, but this time she had the feeling they were indeed watching
her,
and they were rather beautiful eyes. Haunting eyes, but hypnotic, and
she
wished she could stand there in the moonlight and gaze into them.
"Venez a` moi" She heard softly on the wind. She turned to the sound
of the
voice, but could see nothing. The voice pulled at her, made her long
to
find the last thread of the sound and follow it to the origin.
"Mon che`re" the soft enticing sounds wafted around her and touched
something deep within. "Si vous pl`ait" The yearning was so soulful.
Josie
walked along the path by the inlet, searching for who ever it was who
called
to his lover so forlornly. To have someone call to her like that.
"Mon che`re!" Nicky called out. Josie was pulled back and turned and
smiled
at Nicky as he approached her with a concern look on his face.
"You leave, no good walkin in the dark." He whispered to her and held
her
close. "The moon is full, and the doorway to the shadow-lands are
thin." He
chastised her.
He was not sure what it was, but he had caught sight of her and
something
was not right. It was like she was a fish being reeled in. Nicky
glared
out at the darkness and held her more protectively. He guided her
back to
the lights, to the music and to her family.
Josie could have sworn that she first heard the sad sigh that caressed
her
cheek and was gone.
[TAG-Chris, Is Armande ready to make contact?]
[SUMMARY]
Josie reflects on her work and some of the changes within her at her
family
gathering. She hears a soft voice calling to his beloved, and curious
she
goes to find him. Nicky sees her, and immediately brings her back to
the
gathering.
Glossary
Venez ŕ moi Come to me
Mon Che`re my beloved
Si vous pl`ait please
Respectfully Submitted by
Carys Murray
Aka
Josie
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