From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Mon Nov 1 03:08:19 2004 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:54 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Desperate Times - [tag Meg, Gordie, Sullivan] In-Reply-To: <20041031233033.14582.qmail@web25706.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <20041101030819.18520.qmail@web40528.mail.yahoo.com> Mik Reed wrote: > Sullivan looked at Meg and Gabe. > "Before I say a final yes, Gabe you are my second in > command, and my most trusted friend and advisor, and > Meg you are an ex-cop who was on the scene... do you > agree with this idea ?" >Gabe looked at Jethro thoughtfully, "well, these sort of cases do come up, it makes sense to try out new methods." He looked at Sal, "just as long as you are willing to accept that the judgement may not come out in the boys favour."< "Works for me, too," Meg said. "It does seem like we need to see what the circumstances are, not just jump into things. But my only problem is that we only have this kid's word on his side. All the other interested parties are dead. Do we have any way of contacting anyone on the other side? Maybe Marie could help?" Tag From jenarey at comcast.net Mon Nov 1 03:49:14 2004 From: jenarey at comcast.net (jenarey@comcast.net) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:54 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Aereal Surveilance [Tag Marie, Morganis] Message-ID: <110120040349.2815.4185B23A000126D800000AFF2200750330970A9D0 E020A06@comcast.net> > He signalled to Marie. ~You're the guardian... suggestions ?~ ~Not just yet. I do wonder about her leaving him here. Even if she thought we'd kill him, she should know we wouldn't do so without questioning him first, which means anything he tells us she wants us to know.~ Marie looked over at the man, though not without compassion. "And it seems odd that she'd just leave you behind. I'm trying to be open here, but...did she give you any messages for us, save for her anger over Morganis?" From jenarey at comcast.net Mon Nov 1 03:52:48 2004 From: jenarey at comcast.net (jenarey@comcast.net) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:54 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Just visiting (Frances intro) Tag Muse, Frances, Ratso Message-ID: <110120040352.21623.4185B3100004C2C4000054772200735834970A9D 0E020A06@comcast.net> Frances stood up then, trying subtly to move proceedings along a little. There was a time for tea drinking, and there was a time to get things moving along. She had already decided what the time was now. Muse rose to her feet, letting her fingers rest on Ratso's arm. She looked over at Frances and asked softly, curious, "So are you back for good now? Or just another of many visits?" The mousewoman was fond of the other woman and truly wouldn't mind it if Frances' was going to be around a bit more. From jenarey at comcast.net Mon Nov 1 03:56:51 2004 From: jenarey at comcast.net (jenarey@comcast.net) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:54 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Outfitter Message-ID: <110120040356.25726.4185B40300084CE60000647E2200735834970A9D 0E020A06@comcast.net> > "Sounds great to me, lead the way. " Joy stood up, collecting the > Firestar, and putting it into her back holster. She opened the door > and waited for Stephanie, who was still holding the Glock to go in > front of her. She had no reason to think that there was anything > untowards about Stephanie, but she had no intention of walking along > blindly in front of someone who had hold of one of her guns at the > time. Stephanie didn't even notice the hesitation or think twice about going first. At least not while they were safely in the walls of guardian Headquarters. Despite what had happened she still clung to the belief that this was a safe place and she wasn't in danger here. She had to believe that, or she'd completely lose her mind. As they walked she looked at the grip side of the Glock, asking off handedly. "What kind of holster are you using for these?" From ajventer at gmail.com Mon Nov 1 05:13:50 2004 From: ajventer at gmail.com (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:54 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Desperate Times - [tag Meg, Gordie, Sullivan] In-Reply-To: <20041101030819.18520.qmail@web40528.mail.yahoo.com> References: <20041031233033.14582.qmail@web25706.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> <20041101030819.18520.qmail@web40528.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <7f39e5bc04103121133d52c4d3@mail.gmail.com> > >Gabe looked at Jethro thoughtfully, "well, these sort > of cases do come up, it makes sense to try out new > methods." He looked at Sal, "just as long as you are > willing to accept that the judgement may not come out > in the boys favour."< > > "Works for me, too," Meg said. "It does seem like we need to see what the circumstances are, not just jump into things. But my only problem is that we only have this kid's word on his side. All the other interested parties are dead. Do we have any way of contacting anyone on the other side? Maybe Marie could help?" > Sal looked around. "All this being settled then, I don't think we should be discussing evidence right now... that's for tomorrow." Sullivan nodded. "If nobody has a complaint then it is settled." he said simply, then he picked up the intercom mike and pushed the button for all stations. "Stephanie, could you report to my office please." tags all. OOC: I had a long chat with Jenna last night, and she pointed out some important pittfals in a scene like this, to keep it from dragging on forever, I'll draw up a guideline set on how it will be written and send it out. It's not an immediate issue, after all, dawn is a long way off yet, so there is time to plan it out carefully.. -- "You have to be on the side of the underdog. Not because he is noble, he isn't, but because he is not the overdog." - Terry Pratchet. A.J. Venter - http://www.silentcoder.co.za From mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk Mon Nov 1 13:35:19 2004 From: mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk (Mik Reed) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:54 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Desperate Times - [tag Meg, Gordie, Sullivan] In-Reply-To: <20041101030819.18520.qmail@web40528.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <20041101133519.79971.qmail@web25707.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> > "Works for me, too," Meg said. "It does seem like > we need to see what the circumstances are, not just > jump into things. But my only problem is that we > only have this kid's word on his side. All the > other interested parties are dead. Do we have any > way of contacting anyone on the other side? Maybe > Marie could help?" "There is all the video footage of the attack," Gabe replied, "once we confirm what he looks like in wolf form we should be able to work out what part he played in it all." A knock at the door was followed by an orderly with a bright orange set of sweats for Gordie. "Jethro, if we can leave this with you, I would like to get back out on patrol?" Gabe asked, presuming the answer as he moved his people back toward the office door. ___________________________________________________________ALL-NEW Yahoo! Messenger - all new features - even more fun! http://uk.messenger.yahoo.com From summerstree at gmail.com Mon Nov 1 17:29:56 2004 From: summerstree at gmail.com (SummerTree) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:54 2005 Subject: [GOTC] This baby seal walked into a club OOC question for Jena] In-Reply-To: <-7948978329808161088@unknownmsgid> References: <-7948978329808161088@unknownmsgid> Message-ID: <7c3ffbb30411010929241818dd@mail.gmail.com> OOC sorry about the delay here but I have a quick question before I write Grace's response - she was holding her hand out to him, did Gerad ignore her hand deliberately or was it an oversight (I was a bit a vague) Cheers Clare On Wed, 27 Oct 2004 18:09:44 +0000, jenarey@comcast.net wrote: > She held out her perfectly manicured hand, the palm face down. "I am Grace and it is a pleasure to meet you Monsieur Levaux", her smile and tone conveyed that she was absolutely delighted to meet Levaux, not too reserved nor too eager - Grace could have taught etiquette to royalty if she so desired. "This is an excellent Merlot is it not?" > > "Grace. A beautiful name for a beautiful woman." He smiled and gently tasted the Merlot, rolling the liquor around in his mouth and allowing it to seep into his tongue before swallowing. "Indeed it is. Though Ah must admit that I have yet to be truly disappointed with any of the vintages carried here." He gently set the glass down, back on the cocktail napkin the waiter had provided. "So may Ah beg to ask what brings such a delicate flower to this place?" > > > _______________________________________________ > GOTC mailing list > GOTC@lists.herald.co.uk > http://lists.herald.co.uk/mailman/listinfo/gotc > From jenarey at comcast.net Mon Nov 1 18:08:07 2004 From: jenarey at comcast.net (jenarey@comcast.net) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:54 2005 Subject: [GOTC] This baby seal walked into a club OOC question for Jena] Message-ID: <110120041808.28750.41867B860005FE240000704E2205886442970A9D 0E020A06@comcast.net> OOC: Thud. That was the fact that I wrote this response three times thanks to my stupid email server and missed it on the one that went through. Let me make a change and use this version. IC: She held out her perfectly manicured hand, the palm face down. "I am Grace and it is a pleasure to meet you Monsieur Levaux", her smile and tone conveyed that she was absolutely delighted to meet Levaux, not too reserved nor too eager - Grace could have taught etiquette to royalty if she so desired. "This is an excellent Merlot is it not?" "Grace. A beautiful name for a beautiful woman." He smiled and took her hand, lifting her fingers to his lips and pressing the softest of gentlemanly kisses on her knuckles before releasing her. He lifted his glass then, raising it in salute to her before tasting the Merlot, rolling the liquor around in his mouth and allowing it to seep into his tongue then swallowing. "Indeed it is. Though Ah must admit that I have yet to be truly disappointed with any of the vintages carried here." He set the glass down, back on the cocktail napkin the waiter had provided so as to not leave a ring on the table. "So may Ah beg to ask what brings such a delicate flower to this place?" From clare.mn at ntlworld.com Mon Nov 1 18:26:32 2004 From: clare.mn at ntlworld.com (Clare McNall) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:54 2005 Subject: [GOTC] This baby seal walked into a club In-Reply-To: <110120041808.28750.41867B860005FE240000704E2205886442970A9 D 0E020A06@comcast.net> Message-ID: IC: She held out her perfectly manicured hand, the palm face down. "I am Grace and it is a pleasure to meet you Monsieur Levaux", her smile and tone conveyed that she was absolutely delighted to meet Levaux, not too reserved nor too eager - Grace could have taught etiquette to royalty if she so desired. "This is an excellent Merlot is it not?" "Grace. A beautiful name for a beautiful woman." He smiled and took her hand, lifting her fingers to his lips and pressing the softest of gentlemanly kisses on her knuckles before releasing her. He lifted his glass then, raising it in salute to her before tasting the Merlot, rolling the liquor around in his mouth and allowing it to seep into his tongue then swallowing. "Indeed it is. Though Ah must admit that I have yet to be truly disappointed with any of the vintages carried here." He set the glass down, back on the cocktail napkin the waiter had provided so as to not leave a ring on the table. "So may Ah beg to ask what brings such a delicate flower to this place?" Grace returned the salute with her own glass and then took another small sip of the wine, it really was very fine. "Why does anyone come to a place such at this? To socialise...perhaps, to watch... that is a vice of mine I confess, to play...maybe?" she smiled coyly. "And you Monsieur Levaux - is it merely the fine wines that attract you, I doubt you here for the entertainment." She nodded in the direction of the now empty stage. From queenortart at gmail.com Mon Nov 1 19:55:58 2004 From: queenortart at gmail.com (queenortart) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:54 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Just visiting (Frances intro) Tag Muse, Frances, Ratso In-Reply-To: <7602988476525512244@unknownmsgid> References: <7602988476525512244@unknownmsgid> Message-ID: > Muse rose to her feet, letting her fingers rest on Ratso's arm. She looked over at Frances and asked softly, curious, "So are you back for good now? Or just another of many visits?" The mousewoman was fond of the other woman and truly wouldn't mind it if Frances' was going to be around a bit more. "I do not really know Muse." Frances was deliberately being cagey, she had no idea what was going to happen until she'd talked with Jessie and with Jethro. "I do have a lot of free time on my hands, but I would very much prefer not to step on anyone's toes if I can avoid it. Jessie may not need any assistance, and I would be very unhappy to force my services on her." From queenortart at gmail.com Mon Nov 1 23:59:25 2004 From: queenortart at gmail.com (queenortart) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:54 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Outfitter In-Reply-To: <1010450691189206525@unknownmsgid> References: <1010450691189206525@unknownmsgid> Message-ID: > Stephanie didn't even notice the hesitation or think twice about going first. At least not while they were safely in the walls of guardian Headquarters. Despite what had happened she still clung to the belief that this was a safe place and she wasn't in danger here. She had to believe that, or she'd completely lose her mind. As they walked she looked at the grip side of the Glock, asking off handedly. "What kind of holster are you using for these?" "I've er... I've been using that one out of an underarm holster on the left hand side, firing it with my right hand. I've an opposite one for the little Glock which is downstairs, which is my left hand back up, and a back waist one for the Firestar." Joy said a little reluctantly, wondering if she'd been doing something wrong. From queenortart at gmail.com Tue Nov 2 20:19:25 2004 From: queenortart at gmail.com (queenortart) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:54 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Re: Fairytale in New York (Joy and Jethro do dinner) Part 1 (f) In-Reply-To: References: Message-ID: Joy was comfortable and could frankly have stayed in Jethro's arms like that all night, but it seemed a bit of a waste of their surroundings to just sit there seeing his shirt buttons, nice as they were. She rubbed her head against his chest like a kitten, then leant up and kissed his cheek. He kissed her cheek in turn and let her go. "Let's finish dinner... I believe they do the most marvellous cheese cake in New York here, and I don't think you want to miss that." he said with a knowing grin. She smiled at him, and hugged him tightly again for a second, then moved back to her seat, and picked up her fork, taking a piece of lamb. She put it in her mouth and chewed. "Oh that is very very very good." She wanted to ask him about what he'd said earlier, but she was worried about spoiling the moment. She settled for something a bit safer, or at least she hoped it would be safer. "Tell me about the Queen of Austria then?" He laughed. "Well we're talking about the queen of nearly two-hundred years ago. She was a redhead, a tad plump, but actually pretty slim for the time, Queen by arranged marriage of course. The king was an old fart of about 70, which is why she took lovers... she never knew I was a vampire - in those days I had to keep it a secret from everybody... " he fell quiet for a moment, " eventually she got caught out, the king declared me free as a bird. in other words, anybody could kill me on sight... so I ran... I only went back once, thirty years later, when she was an old woman and her husband was dead... pretending to be my own son." he fell quiet for a moment again... he had been with Roxanne then, and that very first night they had killed four people... he pulled himself back to the present and to Joy, "I haven't been back since... perhaps if it's quieter some time I should take a holiday... I would dearly love to show you Vienna in the Spring..." "So you don't think there's still a price on your head then?" she laughed. "How do you travel, do you..." she felt a little odd asking such a question. "...do you have a coffin or something?" He laughed. "Some vampires do use them, mostly because they're idiots who get some kind of romantic pleasure from it. If I can beat the sun I'm fine. In the old days I would travel on ships, and just keep myself below decks during the day, these days, a night flight typically suffices." he enjoyed another slice of the rapidly disappearing lamb before he spoke again. "Austria's been through two governments since then... once of which was rather infamous for burning books... including government records. Technically I'm still a wanted man there, in practise nobody but you and me know that." "My lips are sealed. It would be an awful shame to lose you now I've found you." She picked at the lamb again. It was a long time since she'd eaten anything like this much, and her stomach was beginning to feel full. She didn't want to feel sick later on, and so she laid down her knife and fork, and sipped some more wine. Her brain was wrestling with the logistics of what he'd said. "But what do you do if the flight is late?" He sighed... "I worry."... then he broke out in a laugh. "I go to the loo as soon as the sun starts to rise, and stay there until we land... then before coming out, I cover up as best I can, and cover my face with a triple-dose of extra strong sunscreen... it doesn't buy me much time, but enough to get through customs and to the Avis office... it only gets tricky if they don't have a car with tinted windows... then I have to go sit in the airport loo until dusk..." "Well, I guess travelling in winter works well then? You get more night-time and no-one notices if you wrap up in lots of layers." He nodded. "Mind you I haven't travelled much at all in recent times... commanding the Guardians is a full time job." She looked down at her lap, feeling foolish, and guilty. "I'm sorry Jethro. I've taken so much of your time up recently. I know you have responsibilities. I never meant to take you away from all of it." Her tone of voice made it clear there was no trace of sarcasm. She genuinely hadn't considered that he might have to be somewhere else right now, and she felt selfish to be using his time. Other people relied on him, and she was taking him away from that. He looked at her in surprise. "I'm here by my choice, it's been quiet the last day or so, and I had the time to spare. I expect it will pick up again soon enough, but right now, I have the evening free... and there is nowhere, absolutely nowhere I would rather spend it than here with you. Even Jethro Sullivan can't work all the time, I need time for myself as well... and it's a pleasure to be able to spend that in your company." "If you're sure?" She looked at his face and was reassured by his expression. She relaxed back down. "I would love to go to Vienna with you. Anywhere with you really, I've never had the chance to travel, I was in England until I was seven, and then I came here. Really I know Charlotteville very well, but nowhere else, I can't really remember much about England, just odd snatches here and there." Jethro remembered England. "I was there twice, once in the early 1700's for about twenty years, then again just after the beginning of the 1800's, I only stayed a few days that time... I found... rather the covenant found me there... on the dockside next to the Thames... three days later I was aboard a ship for the U.S. since then I haven't been in any other countries, except for business.... but how I would love to see Paris again." he had a dreamy look in his eyes. "I haven't seen my homeland since before Parisian street cafes were invented..." "I would love to see Paris. Could we, could we go together?" She imagined walking along the banks of the Seine with him, and visiting Notre Dame, and seeing the workshop where Marie Curie worked. "I would like so much to go to the Pantheon to see Marie Curie's tomb. She inspired me so much. I would like to say thank you." She stopped wondering if he would think her sentimental or an idiot. Then something else occured to her. "Can you go into churches?" He nodded. "No problem there, nothing bothers me in your average crucifix either. In the bad days, before the covenant, vampires had a lot of power, humans had nothing going for them except sheer numbers... so they tried to bolster their confidence by inventing new weaknesses in their enemy... even if these were pure fantasy... and this being the middle ages... they sought those weaknesses in religion... that was always funny to me... how the enemies of humans were so immediately and de facto declared to be the enemies of God as well... although I guess it does make sense... all I have to do is think back to those days, and I feel better about things now... it's still bad, very bad sometimes... but it used to be a million times worse." "I'm very glad about that. I don't want anything to happen to you, I'm not losing you now I've found you," she repeated. Was now the time to ask? She winced inside, trying hard to internalise it. Whatever he had done, it couldn't be worse than Isaac, could it? "I mean it Jethro..." Jethro looked at her, his eyes shining with a soft light. Her words were soothing, and he enjoyed it. He was pulled from their reverie as the waiter appeared and began to clear the plates. "Will Monsieur be ordering desert ?" Sullivan nodded. "Two slicest of cheesecake Maestro.", "An excellent choice Monsieur". And with that the waiter dematerialized once more. Joy didn't know if she could manage a whole slice of cheesecake, but she was prepared to give it her best shot. She had noticed in the past that no matter how full she thought she was that dessert managed to find sufficent space available in her tummy. "Sounds good, Mon Ami, although I wish they'd stop doing that. It's really disconcerting!" "I think Ma Cherie, that it's designed to minimize intrusion on the conversation... either that or their just being obnoxious." he laughed, he had noticed the waiter as he approached from behind Joy and had deliberately responded so the waiter could hear him. The waiter grinned as he put the two plates down. It looked delicious enough anyway, creamy cheese, covered with a thin layer of blueberry preserve, and no crust. Joy's mouth watered, it looked simply gorgeous, and she took her dessert fork and took a small amount into her mouth, rolling it around, and pressing it against the roof of her mouth with her tongue to appreciate all the favours. She closed her eyes, savouring the experience. Jethro hadn't started yet, he had sat and watched her face, for the delight of her expression at the first taste, then he took a piece of his own, and put it in his mouth. It was truly delicious, vampirism came with enhanced senses, what most people never thought of was that taste was also a sense, and this was instant bliss... he had tasted the blood of kings... and now for the first time was tasting anything that could almost compare... except perhaps a 300 year old Lagavulin. "Wow..." he said simply. "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, that's good" Joy had landed in heaven and nothing, absolutely nothing was coming between her and this. A whole slew of dragons could turn up now, and she would fight them all off to keep this plate. Jethro took another bite, almost tentatively. He wanted this sensation to last as long as possible... he had only had a few recent experiences that were more pleasant than this... and they had all involved Joy naked. He thought about it all, the time was fast coming when he would be able to make love to her without either of them being afraid at all... as the taste melted his sensibilities he thought, already it was even better than this... when it was really, really right... Jethro realized that he could never possibly fit into his imagination what he was trying to, he would have to wait until it happened... He looked at her across the table. "You are so amazingly wonderful" he said simply. It wasn't flattery, at least it didn't sound like it. It sounded like a statement of fact, as one might say: "the sky is clear today." Joy smiled at him, and her eyes fluttered. She wiggled in the seat like a six year old might, when presented with their favourite dish. She used her fork to take the tinest piece she could wanting to stretch his as far as she could. "Do they do takeout do you think, I could live on this, it's like Ambrosia?" Jethro smiled. "I think if the chef heard you he would be either flattered to heaven by your description of the food or offended to hell by your suggestion of take-out and probably have an existential crisis trying to figure out which.... I'm glad you like it though. I enjoy seeing you smile." with that he popped another piece in his mouth. The cake was disappearing much too fast for his liking, but he knew he couldn't stop eating for all the money on Wall Street. "Like it Jethro? That's like saying that Liberace was a tiny bit tacky, or Dolly Parton is a smidgeon country! Well if they don't do takeout then you'll just have to bring me here at least once a week, just for this!" She knew she was being silly, but it was fun, and he'd told her they were here to have fun. There was only a tiny bit left and she grew sad, wanting this to go on forever. She had never had such a lovely evening, apart from a tiny bit of wibbling in the middle, and she wasn't going to think about that now. He laughed. "Vampire do tend to be rich, but even we are not that rich. Most of these movie stars around you aren't that rich, they come here once a month perhaps... although that might not say much since the best living American Actor is known to favour the food at Hooters." he took the last bit on his fork and held it before his mouth, "I'll just have to give you something better I guess" She'd never even thought about how much it cost, the menu she'd been given had no prices on, and she blushed thinking of him spending that much money on her. "Thank you for bringing me." she scraped the plate trying to gather every last molecule. Then she licked the fork clean, and put it down on the plate. "I'm not sure what could be better than that though?" He looked at her and spoke very softly. "How about lovemaking without any fear or guilt or anything... just pleasuring each other... I want to give you that... and sooner or later... I will." She looked into his eyes breathing in deeply, and letting it out in a long sigh. "I hope..." she closed her eyes, and tried to dampen down the surge of fear that had gone through her. "I really hope that we can make that happen together. I really hope so Jethro, I want you so much, and if I can just make the bits that keep arguing take a night off, or in fact preferably the rest of our lives off, then maybe that can happen. I know I want to try." He looked at her with a touch of eagerness, "Well I suspect if we are to get there, we should get all the practise we can right? So what do you say you and me get out of here?" She thought about it for about a quarter of a nano second. "Yes please." He motioned their waiter over, who brought the bill, he put his credit card into the holder without looking at it and gave the waiter just a polite nod. "I'll be right back Monsieur" the waiter said and left. Once he was out of earshot, Jethro said to Joy: "As soon as he gets back, we will Ma Cherie." She folded her wrap, and picked up her bag, prepared to leave as soon as it was all sorted, and reached out her hand to him across the table. Her mind was racing, thinking about her purchases that day. She wondered what Terry would think. "I'll just go to the ladies room. Back in a moment." He nodded. While she was gone the waiter returned with the bill-folder. Sullivan signed the credit card receipt and waited calmly for her to return. Ready to leave as soon as she was. Joy came out of the toilet, washed her hands, and dried them on one of the little towels, dropping it into the basket provided, and rather than returning straight to the table pulled her phone out of her purse and looked through the stored numbers until she found Terry's. As she waited for her to answer she applied another coat of lipstick. The phone was answered on the third ring. "Hello?" "Terry, it's Joy, I need your advice, I'm in the restaurant, and we're just about to leave, and I don't know what to do about my underwear. Help!" There was silence on the other end. Then, "Joy, I don't understand. What do you mean, you don't know what to do about your underwear?" Joy blushed crimson, rather glad that no-one was around to see her. Talking about underwear was not normal. Really not normal. "Terry, you know I chose underwear, which I'm wearing - obviously. But then I spent all that money on nightwear. Should... should I stop... I mean if Jethro... What do I do? I'd quite like him to see this, but then I'd like him to see the night stuff as well Terry. Do I get to the point when he's seen what I've got on and then run off to the bathroom to change?" Joy was looking at the floor now, anything rather than look in the mirror, and see her own face. Terry tried to hide the amusement in her voice, but it was a real challenge. "Joy, honey, don't worry about it. He's a man. If the moment comes, don't change clothes. If you put on one of those gowns, chances are it won't stay on long, anyway. Besides, I think he's going to enjoy getting to that underwear you're wearing right now. Maybe after, when you're cleaning up, you can put on one of the nightgowns. How does that sound?" Joy breathed a deep sigh. "Sounds good Terry, sorry, I'm just not used to this. Okay, I'm set - thanks, thanks for all of it, wish me luck would you?" "You know it, Joy. Don't worry, everything will be fine. Have fun!" Terry said, then rang off. Joy came back looking relieved, and took his hand. "Take me home then, my darling man" He took her by the hand and led her outside to the waiting limousine. From queenortart at gmail.com Tue Nov 2 21:14:00 2004 From: queenortart at gmail.com (queenortart) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:54 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Fairytale in New York 2 (a) Joy and Jethro Message-ID: Joy climbed into the Limo and moved across the seat, leaving space nearest the open door for Jethro. She sat quietly waiting for him to climb in and close the door, leaning down to put her bag on the floor next to her. She twitched her wrap around her arms again, into the position she'd thought looked most seductive earlier in the mirror. As Jethro leaned in through the door, he caught her pose... and just stood there for a few seconds enjoying the view before forcing himself back to reality, and climbing. He pulled the door shut behind him, and gave instructions to the driver to take them home before sitting down next to her, rather closer than the spacious limo required. She leant over to him, taking his hand, and stroking down it with her fingertips. "So this practise then? What did you have in mind?" she felt terribly sinful to be asking the question, but she ached to have him touch her. He leaned his face towards hers slowly. "I thought we could start here." he whispered before his lips closed on hers, and just stayed there while his eyes instinctively closed. She kissed him back, and somehow her arms seemed to take on a life of their own, without any conscious decision on her part, they wrapped around his neck, and her forearms crossed each other. She pulled her legs up onto the seat and moved closer to him, squirming across the seat, until her knees were pressing against his thighs. Her closeness to him made his heart leap, and he drowned further into the kiss, without actually deciding it, his hands began stroking up and down her back, passionately, firmly, yet tenderly. There was the distinct sensation of his incredible strength being held in check by his wish to please, not hurt her. She breathed in sharply, feeling happier by the second about this, and pressed up against him, he felt so strong and manly. His mouth tasted good, the kiss pulling sensation from her insides, and she longed to feel more of him. She broke away, wondering if the driver was likely to be looking, unhappy at the prospect of being watched by someone, in what should be the most private of activitites. The one way mirror between them and the driver was fully closed, so Jethro didn't realize why she pulled away and looked intently at her, worried that he may have gone to fast and scared again. He ached for more contact with her... but he had to be sure she was okay first. He was looking at her questioningly and she felt rather shy, gauche, and in a way inexperienced. "Should... I don't want... Oh Jethro, I want you so much, but I'd rather be alone, I feel a bit embarrassed, wanting to neck with you in the back of here." He smiled at her. That was okay. "I'm just happy to be with you? We're almost there anyway... then you can have whatever you want... I told you, tonight you are the princess of New York, and your every wish is my command... that doesn't end until dawn..." his voice was tender, yet with a soft mischievous undertone... for the first time in 200 years Jethro was really flirting, and finding he liked it. "My every wish!" Joy giggled, then stopped as the unaccustomed sound came out of her mouth. "Oh I have several wishes, my darling man." she gave him a smouldering look, and then leant into him, taking the tail from his bow tie and pulling it undone. He grinned as the tie fell down into two strings around his neck. "That took me an hour to get tied right" he mock scolded her... "of course I was hoping it would be you, not me, who untied it again. And I would love to be informed of some of these wishes of yours..." She mock swooned as he scolded her, "I'm so terribly sorry to have wanted to get you undressed. I was hoping you might" she moved her mouth to his ear and whispered very quietly, "get naked with me, then hold me in your arms, and ravish me. Would that be a reasonable starting point?" He looked at her closely... it sounded very inviting, but his time with her had taught him one thing at least... that he had to be cautious... "Ravish is a rather specific word... is that really what you want ?" "I want what Chaucer talked about, I want to be 'Ravished ... for the joy.' or should that be Joy?" Her tone emphasised the Capital letter. She smiled at him. "Transport me with delight. Or some approximation of that - would you?" He smiled again. "That my dear... I think I can do" he said with a happy grin. The car came to a stop, and they heard the driver's door opening. "Sounds like we are here." She took his hand and kissed it. "Good" and then picked up her bag, and adjusted her wrap. When the door opened she stepped out waiting for him to join her. He stepped out behind her, barely containing his eagerness, paid the driver, and then took her hand and led her inside. He walked slightly behind her, and as they walked he tickled her back lightly She arched against his hand, a smile across her face, then swivelled round, "Race you" she whispered very very quietly. She knew that he could outrun her in a heartbeat, but it was fun, and that had been the theme for the evening so far. She took off up the stairs, not looking to see if he was following. That would slow her down. He rushed along, he knew he could jump ahead with one stride, but he didn't instead he stuck exactly one step behind her the whole time. A very subtle way to say "I'm letting you win because you're adorable" without having to actually say it. And having the time of his life all the way to the door. She reached the door a moment before him, and pushed her hand out in front of her, to touch the door with her fingers, "I won" she laughed, then she span round, leant back against the door and wrapped her arms around him, kissing him deeply. He kissed her back with passion, picking her up in his arms and carrying her through to the bedroom in order to get there without having to stop kissing her. Even as he laid her down over the bed, and leaned over her, he didn't stop kissing her. She purred with pleasure, pulling him towards her, her hands over his shoulders, wanting to feel him against her, wanting to feel his hard strong body against her. "I want you" she whispered, "I want you so much. "I want you too ma cherie" he whispered back as his exploring hands ran softly over the curves of her breasts and the dips of her thights, feeling the soft fabric of her dress slide gently between their skins. As he touched her she felt herself lighting up under his hands. Her nipples sprang to attention, and she pushed at his tailcoat trying to release him from it so that she could feel his muscles under her hands, and try to make him feel as good as she felt. -- "At the worst, a house unkempt cannot be so distressing as a life unlived." Rose Macaulay From jenarey at comcast.net Tue Nov 2 22:15:43 2004 From: jenarey at comcast.net (jenarey@comcast.net) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:54 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Outfitter Message-ID: <110220042215.14652.4188070E000D90E30000393C2205886442970A9D 0E020A06@comcast.net> "I've er... I've been using that one out of an underarm holster on the left hand side, firing it with my right hand. I've an opposite one for the little Glock which is downstairs, which is my left hand back up, and a back waist one for the Firestar." Joy said a little reluctantly, wondering if she'd been doing something wrong. Stephanie nodded, giving a little grin. "I can see the draw patterns on the grip. We'll fix you up with a better design for that. The generally purchable holsters really don't sit right for the best cross draw and I have a design that had an easy break away for emergencies and a tiny set of spring action mechanics that cut draw time in half. With the extended clip you'll need the better holster so that the clip isn't consistantly banging against your ribs." The cat woman rattled on happily, rather enjoying this part of her job. "What do you use for hand to hand backup?" From queenortart at gmail.com Tue Nov 2 22:31:38 2004 From: queenortart at gmail.com (queenortart) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:54 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Desperate Times - [tag Meg, Gordie, Sullivan] In-Reply-To: <20041101133519.79971.qmail@web25707.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> References: <20041101030819.18520.qmail@web40528.mail.yahoo.com> <20041101133519.79971.qmail@web25707.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> Message-ID: > A knock at the door was followed by an orderly with a > bright orange set of sweats for Gordie. "Jethro, if we > can leave this with you, I would like to get back out > on patrol?" Gabe asked, presuming the answer as he > moved his people back toward the office door. Gordie took the proffered sweats and pulled them on. He stood patiently waiting for someone to tell him what was going to happen next. From queenortart at gmail.com Tue Nov 2 22:55:19 2004 From: queenortart at gmail.com (queenortart) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:54 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Outfitter In-Reply-To: <6476109856019314326@unknownmsgid> References: <6476109856019314326@unknownmsgid> Message-ID: > Stephanie nodded, giving a little grin. "I can see the draw patterns on the grip. We'll fix you up with a better design for that. The generally purchable holsters really don't sit right for the best cross draw and I have a design that had an easy break away for emergencies and a tiny set of spring action mechanics that cut draw time in half. With the extended clip you'll need the better holster so that the clip isn't consistantly banging against your ribs." The cat woman rattled on happily, rather enjoying this part of her job. "What do you use for hand to hand backup?" "Great" Joy replied. "Anything that improves my draw would be good, I've had some nasty bruises along the way. I've got a couple of knives, and a thigh holster for them, but I've not actually used them yet. I am very out of practise. I was hoping really to rely on shooting the bastards rather than any hand to hand." From ajventer at gmail.com Wed Nov 3 05:08:32 2004 From: ajventer at gmail.com (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:54 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Desperate Times - [tag Meg, Gordie, Sullivan] --REWRITE In-Reply-To: <7f39e5bc041031123274f8224a@mail.gmail.com> References: <7f39e5bc04103108017fe58500@mail.gmail.com> <20041031190432.93205.qmail@web25709.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> <7f39e5bc041031123274f8224a@mail.gmail.com> Message-ID: <7f39e5bc041102210869cc3a41@mail.gmail.com> > When Gabe spoke to her Sal replied. > "Sorry captain, but fuck that. I made a promisse, and I'm gonna keep > it. Maybe I got it all backwards, but if I was you - I would hate to > be out there being backed up by the kind of person who would leave > here now." > > Sullivan looked at her, sternly. "I believe your captain just gave you an order..." Sal squeeled: "but what about due process and fairness ?" Sullivan looked at her. "There is a process, a tribunal decides these things, three people who look at all the evidence and decides what will be fair. Three experienced people." "I made a promisse !" "What promisse ?" "That if he came quietly I would look out for him." "Right now then, I suggest you follow orders. That's the best thing you can do for him." "But it's not good enough." "This won't end right here, right now. There will be oppurtunities for you to help him, as a guardian, but if you don't follow orders, you cease to be a guardian - and we are no longer obliged to give you any oppurtunities." Sal scowled at him, and stormed out, a string of curses trailing from behind her like the wake of a skiboat. Sullivan nodded at Gabe. "Young and stupid they say... yet she is clearly quite smart... I wonder if there is a specialized kind of stupidity only accessible to the highly intelligent." Then he got serious again, and sat down. "Captain, please close the door, so we can have a talk with this young man." tag OOC: Well sorry to ruin the thread from here on in, but it's the only way I can fit it in with the consensus from our chatlist discussions. -- "You have to be on the side of the underdog. Not because he is noble, he isn't, but because he is not the overdog." - Terry Pratchet. A.J. Venter - http://www.silentcoder.co.za From mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk Wed Nov 3 14:04:36 2004 From: mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk (Mik Reed) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:54 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Desperate Times - [tag Meg, Gordie, Sullivan] --REWRITE In-Reply-To: <7f39e5bc041102210869cc3a41@mail.gmail.com> Message-ID: <20041103140436.37670.qmail@web25704.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> > Sullivan nodded at Gabe. "Young and stupid they > say... yet she is clearly quite smart... I > wonder if there is a specialized kind of stupidity > only accessible to the highly intelligent." > Then he got serious again, and sat down. > "Captain, please close the door, so we can have a > talk with this young man." Gabe moved to close the door, agreeing, "I think she has a lot of potential, at the moment she just has trouble letting her tough girl act slip enough for it to show." As he put his hand to the door a member of staff arrived carrying a set of bright orange sweats, Gabe took them with thanks and then handed them to Gordie as he came back in to the room, "put these on and then take a seat for a moment please." [tag] ___________________________________________________________ALL-NEW Yahoo! Messenger - all new features - even more fun! http://uk.messenger.yahoo.com From queenortart at gmail.com Thu Nov 4 17:37:19 2004 From: queenortart at gmail.com (queenortart) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:54 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Desperate Times - [tag Meg, Gordie, Sullivan] --REWRITE In-Reply-To: <20041103140436.37670.qmail@web25704.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> References: <7f39e5bc041102210869cc3a41@mail.gmail.com> <20041103140436.37670.qmail@web25704.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> Message-ID: > Gabe moved to close the door, agreeing, "I think she > has a lot of potential, at the moment she just has > trouble letting her tough girl act slip enough for it > to show." > > As he put his hand to the door a member of staff > arrived carrying a set of bright orange sweats, Gabe > took them with thanks and then handed them to Gordie > as he came back in to the room, "put these on and then > take a seat for a moment please." Gordie followed the instructions to the letter, this was all a lot more civilised than he had anticipated tag From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Fri Nov 5 13:41:38 2004 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:54 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Aereal Surveilance [Tag Marie, Morganis] In-Reply-To: <110120040349.2815.4185B23A000126D800000AFF2200750330970A9D 0 E020A06@comcast.net> Message-ID: <20041105134138.86027.qmail@web40522.mail.yahoo.com> jenarey@comcast.net wrote: >>Morganis looked at him with searching eyes. Then toward Marie. ~I'm pretty sure he's not lying~ he sent to her mind. Then he spoke. "Well that does help us a little" he said simply, Canada ! Roxanne had talked about her 'current lover' - she had not said much about him, but anybody could figure out that Roxanne wouldn't stay with a man who didn't share her grudge against the guardians, and have some means to help her deal out her revenge... Canada... there was something about Canada... That was the missing link, he was sure of it... if he could just figure out how it fitted. "Perhaps we can now help you a little... but you'll have to tell me what it is you did that makes you think you deserve to die first... otherwize our hands are tied." Morganis was surprized at himself... but Marie was a guardian, and he was here for her sake... best then to do it their way. He signalled to Marie. ~You're the guardian... suggestions ?~ ~Not just yet. I do wonder about her leaving him here. Even if she thought we'd kill him, she should know we wouldn't do so without questioning him first, which means anything he tells us she wants us to know.~ Marie looked over at the man, though not without compassion. "And it seems odd that she'd just leave you behind. I'm trying to be open here, but...did she give you any messages for us, save for her anger over Morganis?"<< Connor shook his head. "Not that I can remember," he said. "She...felt...my...the girl turnin' wolf, and she blames him for that, too. I ain't sure which one of you she hates more right now, you or that leader man. I think she said that you'd meet again, somethin' like that." He took a long swig of whisky and then stared at the bottle as he spoke. "As to why I deserve to die...well, I gave that woman my soul, I gave her my son, I let my wife go insane, and I nearly let her have my daughter, too. Ain't that enough?" Tag From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Fri Nov 5 13:52:11 2004 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:54 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Just visiting (Frances intro) Tag Muse, Frances, Ratso In-Reply-To: Message-ID: <20041105135211.86872.qmail@web40522.mail.yahoo.com> queenortart wrote: >>Frances stood up then, trying subtly to move proceedings along a little. There was a time for tea drinking, and there was a time to get things moving along. She had already decided what the time was now. Muse rose to her feet, letting her fingers rest on Ratso's arm. She looked over at Frances and asked softly, curious, "So are you back for good now? Or just another of many visits?" The mousewoman was fond of the other woman and truly wouldn't mind it if Frances' was going to be around a bit more. "I do not really know Muse." Frances was deliberately being cagey, she had no idea what was going to happen until she'd talked with Jessie and with Jethro. "I do have a lot of free time on my hands, but I would very much prefer not to step on anyone's toes if I can avoid it. Jessie may not need any assistance, and I would be very unhappy to force my services on her."<< Ratso laid his hand over Muse's. The warmth he felt inside was showing on his face. "I don't think Jessie would mind at all, Frannie," he said as they walked to the infirmary. "She and Jay are going to be working on a new investigation unit. Dat's more her ting, anyway." When they walked into the infirmary, Jessie was just closing her office door when she turned and saw her visitors. "Frances! How wonderful to see you again! How was your trip?" She hugged the woman cordially, then smiled at Ratso and Muse. "Hey, you two. How's everything?" Tag From ajventer at direqlearn.org Fri Nov 5 14:06:26 2004 From: ajventer at direqlearn.org (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:54 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Aereal Surveilance [Tag Marie, Morganis] In-Reply-To: <20041105134138.86027.qmail@web40522.mail.yahoo.com> References: <20041105134138.86027.qmail@web40522.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <200411051606.26342.ajventer@direqlearn.org> > Connor shook his head. "Not that I can remember," he said. > "She...felt...my...the girl turnin' wolf, and she blames him for that, too. > I ain't sure which one of you she hates more right now, you or that leader > man. I think she said that you'd meet again, somethin' like that." > > He took a long swig of whisky and then stared at the bottle as he spoke. > "As to why I deserve to die...well, I gave that woman my soul, I gave her > my son, I let my wife go insane, and I nearly let her have my daughter, > too. Ain't that enough?" > Morganis probed the mind in front of him again, because a horrible suspicion had suddenly formed in his own. He probed deep and hard... looking for that answer to a question. Listening in on thoughts was easy. Probing memories never were, human memories are not stored in an order based on their invention - logic. Even a skilled telepath had to wind his way through link after link to find the thing he was looking for. It was a little like browsing the web from any given page to another, without having a search engin to help. Eventually - he saw something, followed it, found his answer and suddenly realized what it was surrounded by. He knew what he had set out to find, but he fell of the chair screaming in pain into the night. Every dark memory the man carried with him, Morganis had experienced in one fell swoop... it was almost as bad as what he had done to the posse just two nights before... almost. His trained mind fought back against the shock of it, battening it down into a little box marked, "somebody else's problem" and leaving it there. Slowly he pushed himself back up on his hands and knees. "Oh my God." he said softly... "you're Meg's father." tag -- A.J Venter Lead Developer, DireqLearn 082 726 5103 http://www.direqlearn.org http://www.direqlearn.org/olce http://silentcoder.co.za From queenortart at gmail.com Fri Nov 5 20:22:24 2004 From: queenortart at gmail.com (queenortart) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:54 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Just visiting (Frances intro) Tag Muse, Frances, Ratso In-Reply-To: <20041105135211.86872.qmail@web40522.mail.yahoo.com> References: <20041105135211.86872.qmail@web40522.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: > > When they walked into the infirmary, Jessie was just closing her office door when she turned and saw her visitors. "Frances! How wonderful to see you again! How was your trip?" Frances returned the hug, "It was very fine to see everything again. England and Germany have certainly changed over the years. Where we used to live has a housing estate built on it now, and all the fields are gone. That's progress for you, I guess. Still it's good to be home." She paused, wanting to wait until the others left for a heart to heart. > She hugged the woman cordially, then smiled at Ratso and Muse. "Hey, you two. How's everything?" > > Tag From queenortart at gmail.com Sat Nov 6 17:34:15 2004 From: queenortart at gmail.com (queenortart) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:54 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Fairytale in New York 2 (b) Joy and Jethro [sex] (normal service has been resumed!) In-Reply-To: References: Message-ID: He could feel her reaction; it was spontaneous in a wonderful way he had not experienced before. He felt incredibly aroused by it, and let her slide his tails off without the slightest resistance, his white shirt just a bit clammy from the sweat he had worked up during the run. He might have been a bit embarrassed about that, but her own clothes bore the evidence of recent exercise as well. She continued to kiss him, as she pushed his coat onto the bed, and then ran her hands down his chest. She wanted to feel in control, and so she sat up a little and pushed him gently sideways so he would end up on the bed. Suddenly it felt like everything was happening very quickly, and she paused momentarily, and ran her fingers through his hair, smiling at him. He felt swept along by the moment, by her passion, her erotic energy and he just flowed with it, letting her push him down onto the bed beside her. When she slowed down and stroked his hair, he let his hands stop where they were, one on her belly, one on her left breast, and smiled softly at her. His hand on her breast felt good, she felt herself responding to him, wanting so much more from him, but here she was lying on his bed with her bag abandoned next to her, tangled in her wrap, with her shoes on. She kissed him quickly on the cheek, "Wait for a second would you?" she said smiling, and moved to the edge of the bed, slipping her shoes off, she leant over to pick them up, and moved to put them by the dressing table, then folded her wrap and put it down with her bag. She turned and looked back at him, and then picked up his coat, hanging it on the back of the chair. He looked delectable lying on the bed, with his tie hanging loose around his neck. She paused, enjoying the view. He looked back at her, a gentle tender smile playing across his lips. His eyes misty as he enjoyed his own view... she looked more seductive than he had ever seen a woman look, just the obvious appreciation on her face outdid any of the supermodel shoulder glances you wished to mention... Marilyn Monroe would have hung up her petticoats and retired. She reached up and tucked a loose lock of hair behind her ear, and knelt on the bed, with her feet tucked all the way under her, and reached out her hands to him. She moved upwards to undo his collar button. Her dress rustled a little as she moved, and she smiled, enjoying the sound. She felt very special, knowing that he desired her for herself, with no ulterior motives. He shifted position a bit as she undid his collar, feeling the delightful discomfort of foreplay starting right. He looked her straight in the eyes. "Am I allowed to lift my head so I can kiss you?" he asked very softly. "Mmmm..." she nodded. He pushed himself up on his elbows, sitting upright, and leaned forward with his neck until his lips touched her, holding it there for a moment, lingering in the electric tingling of near contact before kissing her fully. He held back a bit as the same passion from earlier threatened to boil out of him, letting her set her own pace. It felt great enough to know she had a pace. She swallowed, as he kissed her, just happy to be here and now, his lips were very soft and kissable, and she felt warm and contented. She smiled again, her mouth moving against his, and shuffled forwards on the bed a little, until her knees were touching him. Her hands didn't really know what to do with themselves, and she waved them around, before resting them finally on his chest. She kissed him, her passion rising, and her eyes fluttered closed. Her lids felt like they were made of lead and she couldn't keep them open. Eventually, a few short eternities later, he broke the kiss, looked deeply at her, and then pecked her nose. He reached upward with his hands, and they came to rest on her hips. Then he kissed her cheek, her chin and finally her neck, over and over. She melted into him, relaxing against his strong body, as he kissed her neck. He felt so safe. Her forehead rested on his shoulder, and she shivered. Her head lolled and her breathing increased, her hands ran across his chest, and then moved to his thighs, stroking and caressing him. Unwittingly his legs opened up a bit, pressing against her knees and opening his thighs to her caresses, he kissed her more intently, and his hands reached around and began fondling her bottom She squirmed under his touch, and moved closer, her neck was on fire, from the feel of his lips. She prised open her eyes and nudged his thighs open with her knees to get closer to him, kneeling between them, kissing his shoulder through the linen of his shirt. Her hands moved upwards again, to the buttons of his shirt, she longed to feel his skin. She undid them one by one, kissing the parts of his chest as they were revealed. A soft moan escaped his lips, his skin burned with desire for her, and his hands slipped upward, finding the zipper on the back of her dress, and sliding it down letting it fall open on her back and touching her skin delicately, never stopping his gentle oral ministrations to her neck. A whisper of pleasure, and desire broke from her, and she pushed his shirt away from his shoulders. Her breathing was becoming a little ragged. She raised her head and moved it sideways to capture his lips, kissing him over and over, as she ran her hands through his hair releasing it, so that it spilled across his back. His shirt was stopping her from reaching his back muscles, and she swallowed and spoke hoarsely, passion taking her voice down an octave. "Take it off for me, please." He stopped touching her to slip his shirt off, letting it fall off the bed without any ceremony. "You too?" he said with a touch of pleading in his voice. She gasped at the sight of him, and licked her lips unconsciously. "Help me" she murmured, and rose smoothly from the bed, the back of her dress gaping open. "I can't take this off all curled up." He stood on his knees on the bed, and helped her slide the dress down from her shoulders and dropped it round her ankles. Suddenly she was standing before him in her underwear and he gasped in pleasant surprise. She was wearing lingerie, sexy peach colored lacy things that were almost as important for what it revealed as for what it hid. She saw his expression, and smiled in delight. It had been worth every penny to buy them, and Terry had been entirely correct. She couldn't possibly have stopped right now to run off and change. Although it might have been fun teasing him. She stepped out of the dress, part of her wanting to pick it up and keep it safe, folded properly, and another part not caring one iota. She wrapped her arms around him and kissed him hard, then leant back and laughed at him. "So you approve of my shopping skills then? Although really you should thank Terry. She picked them out for me to try, and said you'd probably like them." She imagined the conversation he would have to have with Terry to do that and broke out in fits of giggles. He giggled with her. "I think I'll just send her a card," he said through his laughter. But he couldn't stop staring. His eyes ran up and down her body, from her toes to her face, locking with her eyes, than back down again taking in every curve, every delightful bit of her. Without really thinking about it, he sat forward, and put his arms around her waist so his fingertips touched her lower back just above her pantyline, leaned forward and hugged her with his face on her bellybutton. Sighing softly, happily as he did so. She kissed the top of his head, smiling. "Now where were we?" she asked, then she pushed him very gently backwards, and knelt on the edge of the bed, crossing her arms behind his back, resting her elbows on his shoulders. She kissed his forehead, and then his eyelids, then moved down to the very tip of his nose. He kept his arms around her waist, her closeness was exhilarating, he could hear her heartbeat, her breathing, and the subtle changes that had occurred in both and he could feel her tenderness, inspiring the same from him as he ran his fingers up and down her bare back She kissed him very gently, and then reached down to his belt, undoing it slowly, feeling a tiny bit of apprehension, but it wasn't scary, and she was determined not to be thrown by it. It wasn't quite the same as her previous fear, it was more like a kind of unexpected excitement, and she wondered if this was what normal people felt. A thought flicked into her head as to whether he was still wearing the same white cotton underwear as before. She didn't really want to deal with that quite yet, and so she moved from the bed and knelt down on the floor, untying his shoes, resting her head against his knee. As she slid down under his fingers they came to a rest on her shoulders, and he stroked them gently, occasionally nudging a finger against her ear playfully or running his forefinger over her hair... something led him, and he untied her hair behind her ear, letting it fall lose into a waterfall framing her face... he took a lock in each hand gently stroking them. She momentarily stopped as he loosened her hair, in a tiny way regretting it, she had never looked so polished and sophisticated before tonight, but then feeling his hands running through it, she didn't regret it at all, since it had all been done for his benefit, and he had obviously liked it. She kissed his knee, and slipped his shoe off, putting it down gently on the floor, then moved to the other. He felt... something he couldn't remember ever having felt... yet it awoke a distant memory... from before he even knew he had memories... slowly he was able to put a name to it... he felt... pampered. Having been pampering her so much for so long... Jethro felt better about himself in that moment than he had ever felt before. The woman he had seen inside her, was slowly being freed. The Joy that could care, and love and be happy... "You are more beautiful than life itself." he whispered softly twirling locks of her hair in his fingers She pulled his other shoe off, placing it somewhere, she didn't much worry where exactly, and then moved upwards again to sit in his lap, just holding onto him. She needed to feel him in her arms, and make sure he was still real. When she held him he felt real, and completely corporeal, and well, pretty great actually. She felt cared for, and she wanted to show him just how much she cared for him in return. "Thank you... and, you know, you are just absolutely gorgeous. Where have you been all my life?" He laughed but there was a sad undertone to it. "Saving the world remember". Then he put his arms tightly around her and hugged her to him, kissing the top of her head. "In retrospect... not as noble a goal as I thought... I wish I had been saving you." he put his forefinger under her chin, and slowly lifted it, to kiss her very softly She returned his kiss, her heart swelling with emotions, and then pulled back a little. "You're saving me now, my darling man. I cannot imagine life without you..." She stopped suddenly realising what she had said, and swallowed hard. She looked deep into his eyes. "Don't you dare let anything happen to you, now that I've found you." "I will do whatever it takes to survive longer than you" he said softly, sincerely, swallowing as he thought about the implications of his promise, his life was in fairly constant danger. For a moment he seriously considered the option of retiring... but there was still so much to do... so many people still needed him... he had so much to atone for... so he added softly. "Everything I can..." Joy felt her control was slipping, this was all getting terribly serious, and in danger of opening up cans of worms she really wanted to leave alone right now. The pressure valve inside her was beginning to just make its presence felt. But it was manageable, still safe. She lifted his hand and kissed it, her flippancy belying the seriousness behind her words. "I'm not planning on going anywhere... Deal?" "Deal" he agreed, and then decided that this was a bad time for conversation, so he kissed her again, and held her tighter. Her near naked body against his skin was making him tingle and he kissed her shoulder, swaying her lightly in his arms to reach, as he kissed her throat and down over her chest... "Oh" she breathed, and her nipples stood to attention, she arched towards him, the thought of his lips... of his mouth... her stomach squirmed in excitement. It was almost a shame to remove a bra she had obviously taken such care in selecting... almost. His hands fumbled with the clasp for a second, then got it lose and slid it out of his way. He didn't want to wait long enough to take it off entirely, as soon as her nipples were visible, his lips closed lovingly around first one then the other, kissing them in turn, over and over. Her head rolled back in pleasure, and she moaned gently, resting against him. She felt almost faint with sensation, and her hand moved up to his head, playing with his hair. His kisses became more fervent, and eventually his lips sealed around her left nipple and he suckled on it gently, as if drawing her into himself through it. His vampiric senses could feel her heartbeat on his tongue... and as it got a bit faster, it was like he could taste how alive she was, and he felt as though she was getting more alive with him. His hands slid down once more, cupping her bottom. The lacy underwear hardly covered it, and he alternated soft feathery touches over her bare skin with light squeezes, delighting as she squirmed under his touch She moved upwards, giving him much better access, settling down onto his hands, and ran her hands across his back. Her nipples were aching, and a tug of pleasure was running into her groin, she thrust her hips towards him unconsciously. "M...more, p...please, touch me more." She seemed to have lost any ability to articulate. Under her, he could feel the slight discomfort of a full erection behind suit-pants. But he happily obliged her request, letting his right hand slide round and cup her breast, squeezing and releasing all the while, as his thumb and forefinger took her nipple between them, squeezing and rolling it lightly. His left hand he brought round the frond, then starting touching her thighs, trailing the edges of her silken underwear and just occasionally reaching ever so slightly under them, but never quite touching her crotch yet. A groan grew from deep in his stomach and escaped from between his pursed lips onto her left nipple as he felt his desire, and his manhood, grow. Her head rolled, and her breathing deepened. Her chest was moving in and out, as she sank down into his embrace. She felt him hard against her, and it pushed her longing up to another level. Her hand fell downwards, brushing against him, and her stomach contracted again. She gasped into the air. "I want you so much Jethro" she whispered. "I think... my head's spinning, could we lie down do you think?" He didn't answer, for that would mean ending his loving attentions to her nipple. Instead he just moved his hands enough to cup her bottom and lifted her gently, laying her down on the bed. He lay down himself as he did so; twisting onto his side so that his neck was bent and could continue to pleasure her breast with utter devotion. Once she was on the bed his hand slid down back to her thighs and continued their teasing explorations. She purred under his touch, her hips moving forwards, towards his teasing hand. Her legs opened a little, allowing him access, and her back arched upwards. Her hand moved downwards, stroking him gently through his pants, and searched sightlessly, trying to find the button to release him. She located it eventually, and tried to undo it. It took a couple of tries, but she was determined, and the recalcitrant fastening eventually gave up the argument. A gurgle of pleasure came from her mouth. He took her actions as his cue and his fingers slipped under the hem of the silk, gently trailing over the moist lips, feeling them respond. His own manhood, desperate for touch, tugged at him, swiveling his hips into a series of light forward jerks toward her hand. When the button opened up he felt like a claustrophobe coming out of a cellar closet. His fingers felt amazing, every nerve ending standing up and waving in glee, and she groaned from somewhere deep inside that she didn't know existed. She eased down the zip of his pants reaching for him. He felt hot and hard, and she ached to have him inside her. His underwear felt like silk, rather than the cotton of before. She stopped exploring; enjoying the texture against her fingertips, and her curiosity got the better of her. She needed to check, and her hand moved to his chest moving him backwards, gently but determinedly. She looked downwards, his erection was stretching his pants outwards, but there was a hint of pale blue silk. She smiled indulgently at him. "Have you been shopping too?" then her hand grasped him lovingly. He nodded. "I had some help." he admitted. "I wanted to ask Gabe first, him being the charmer, but I felt he might be a bit out of date, so I asked Jay, who at least lost his virginity in this century... though don't tell him I told you that." he blushed suddenly... "I just wanted to be sexy for you." her loving caress was making him press hard into the soft silk, and overcome with desire, he stopped his teasing strokes, and gently probed his index finger inside her. "Oh Jethro," she breathed in as he entered her, forming words was difficult now; her desire was threatening to run away with her, and in a good way. "You are more than sexy..." She closed her eyes, her breathing felt like she was running a marathon. "Gosh" she murmured. "Oh... oh... please, oh that feels... wonderful." His probing finger edged deeper slowly, and his thumb reached up finding the tiny nub at the top, and ever so lightly rubbed over it, her obvious pleasure was exciting him even more than her touches, if that was possible. He couldn't be so entirely contained anymore, and with some acrobatic squirms of the variety only available to those with vampiric muscles and sixteen year olds in the backseats of cars, he squirmed out of his pants so he was lying there in just the boxers. His legs freed, he raised his top knee over her legs so it lay between her thighs. He started licking her nipples then, slightly hard. He wanted to give her a new sensation, but not let it be an anticlimax to the suckling he had used thus far. "Clever boy..." she whispered, feeling very proud of him. Her breasts moved forwards towards his mouth, propelled by some invisible force, wanting more from him. One hand moved inside the boxers caressing his butt. It was hard and firm, and her mind flipped imagining him lying between her thighs, moving against her. His thumb felt good, and she moved against him, sparkles of pleasure running through her. She swallowed hard again, then moved her hand to stroke him, through the gap in the boxers. He felt wonderful in her hand, hard and yet smooth at the same time. The silk of the boxers was no match for his silky flesh. The direct contact was amazing, and he had have a little more, he slipped his hand out of her, and then took the strings of the silky lingerie, and slid them off her down to her ankles, taking a moment to admire her. Lying there with him, naked, open, damp. Her face twisted in an expression of pleasure and happiness, her skin damp with the tingly sweat of arousal and the smell of sex emanating from her with a strength and power that perfume manufacturers had spent many futile centuries trying to truly replicate. He swooned. "Oh you are beautiful, and wonderful and perfect and delightful and and a thousand more lovely things Ma Cherie." he half said, half gasped. Determined to please her further he leaned down and kissed her, his hand cupped her delighting in the way his fingers were instantly soaked with her, and he slipped his middle finger all the way into her, rubbing over her clitoris with his palm just firmly enough to pleasure She couldn't quite deal with just letting him touch her. It all seemed too much to just lie back and let him pleasure her. She was still apprehensive of letting go, and she sought to set some boundaries with him, if she did that then the fear should stay at bay. She could fear it hovering, just waiting for a tiny crack to appear and engulf her. "I want to get completely and utterly naked with you, I want to feel you inside me, I want... Oh I want you; I want to make love with you Jethro." She had never ever wanted this before. She had submitted to it, tolerated it, accepted it even, but now she ached for him, desperate to feel him in the core of her. A tiny spark of sensibleness went off in the very back of her brain, a reflex action, a learned behaviour from years of past experience. "Mon Ami, there are some condoms in my purse. Would you get one?" He almost, but not quite, swallowed the sigh, then smiled. "If it makes you happy, that's all that matters." he said softly. He got up found her purse, and dug out the condom, for a moment he stood there, his muscular body bathed in the streak of moonlight that shone over the top of his Venetian blinds. He seemed to be indecisive for a second, then apparently reaching a conclusion slid the boxers down and stepped out of them, his buttocks glinting in the bits of light before he turned around his manhood standing in front of him proudly. He didn't mean to pose, in fact he stopped to admire her body, but for a few seconds he was standing there, hard and ready and bathed in moonlight before her. Smiling at her he climbed onto the bed on his hands and knees kneeling over her and kissing her, slipped the condom delicately into her hand. ~If she keeps this up, I will really have to learn to put these things on myself~ he thought as he kissed her deeply. She heard him sigh, and looked at him puzzled, she had anticipated he would be pleased, would want this just as much as she did. He seemed to be questioning something, and she hoped he wasn't about to refuse her. All care was driven out of her mind, as she saw him standing there, all naked and glistening, when he pushed the boxers down. He was just perfect, all muscled, and hard for her. Her mouth watered. She was a little surprised when he handed her the condom, this was kind of men's work, but it was not unusual for a man to want her to touch him more. She ripped the packet as he kissed her, then moved away enough to access him, and rolled it onto him gently. She lay back against the pillows, squirming gently, pleasurably at the prospect of what was coming next, and stroked his cheek gently. "Please" she mouthed at him. Her touch made the clingy rubber much more bearable. He realized he would need to broach the subject with her at some point. With him there was no risk of either pregnancy or disease, she could freely let herself go with him, truly feel him inside her, but he knew the time wasn't ripe for it yet. In her own time she would reach that bridge, and he vowed to be there to help her cross it. Her silent plea ringed out like a cathedral bell in his mind and without further ado he bucked his hips down a bit until he was prodding her moist and invitingly open womanhood with the head. He had intended to enter slowly, bit by bit, but his desire for her was too strong, and, unable to contain himself he pushed into her until his pubic bone against hers prevented him from going any deeper. He couldn't find the words to tell her how beautiful she was, and even if he could he would lack the breath to speak them with. His eyes rolled back with pleasure as he put his arms under her, pulling her body tightly against him and clinging to her. He wasn't moving inside her yet, just lying there, as deep as he could go; loving the fact that it was her he was inside of. She felt him deep inside her, and took a long deep breath. Her limbs tensed, and she waited, just trying to accept him. Her heart wanted him, her head wanted him, there was nothing wrong with this, it was perfectly okay. She breathed again, and smiled at him. She hugged him tightly to her, burying her head in his shoulder. Her breasts flattened against his chest, and her nipples felt taut and tight against him. She curled her legs around his, he felt so strong, so masculine. She could smell a faint scent of sweat and arousal from him, and it aroused her further, knowing she affected him so much. He licked his lips which had inexplicably gone dry, and gave a light groan of pleasure as he started to move. Slowly not in and out so much as forward and backward, let their lower bellies rub against each other, instinctively he adjusted his movements so he would guide her into moving with him. He kissed her cheek and then her neck with tremendous passion, yearning for her in ways he had long believed were lost to him forever. She felt him start to move against her, felt herself opening to him, rocked with him, passion growing in her belly; warmth spreading into her limbs. His closeness was like a gift to her, the fiction inside her was joyous, rather than intrusive. She gasped, breathing hard, and tried to gather him closer into her arms. His mouth against her skin was delectable, and she wanted more. His muscles rippled below her hands and she ran her fingertips across his back, gently, feeling him react to her touch. She kissed his shoulder, licked it with the tip of her tongue, tasting him, feeling the warmth of his skin. "Oh Jethro" the words fell from her mouth, unbidden. She felt a tingling growing inside her, as he thrust against her; as she moved back against him. She wanted more of him, more, always more, and her hands moved downwards to his buttocks, grasping him, trying to increase their proximity. She kissed his shoulder again, and moved so that her mouth was closer to his, hoping that he might kiss her mouth, wanting to taste him. His eyes half shut with the intensity of being inside her, and when she pulled him deeper, he groaned out loud, he searching lips drew him like a magnet and his own mouth sealed over hers, kissing her lovingly. She melted into his kiss, pulling him into her mouth, wanting so much from him, but unable to find any words anymore to express it. She felt something strange, and couldn't tell if it was some strange new manifestation of fear, or if this was what arousal should be like. It didn't feel like the fear she'd had before. But she didn't know what to do with it, how to react. She continued to rock against him, trying to listen to her body, but this was all so out of the ordinary. She closed her eyes trying to concentrate, and see if this was good or not. He poured himself into her, with his tongue into her mouth, and with his manhood into her belly. It was as if everything that was good about him was flowing through her. Jethro had once been in the Midwest during Tornado season, and had felt the oppressive humidity as a twister was building up... he felt a force much like that from his loins now, unstoppably building to a the point where a force of nature would be unleashed... He tried to control the direction of his movements, to move in such a way that she would get maximum pleasure, he wanted her to have the same release as he would... it would feel unfair otherwise. She felt his movements changing, it felt as though he was trying to meld with her, she couldn't have begun to identify where he started and she stopped. They were completely bound. She was finding it almost impossible to breathe now, and she broke away from his mouth, gasping, trying to draw enough oxygen into her lungs. Every cell seemed to have taken on a life of its own. It was as though she was a billion tiny pieces, a trillion atoms, all focusing into one point. There was a magnet inside her, attracting everything into a spiral, swirls of pleasure circulating through her, all pointing towards her groin. It felt too good, too much, but she couldn't prevent it. She rolled her head back and gasped, clutching frantically at the last shreds of control. He could feel her orgasm building, as surely as if it was his own... it was impossible to separate their reactions anymore. He held her tightly with one arm while his other hand frantically touched her breasts squeezed in between them, he wasn't thinking about anything, he was being swept along in everything toward inevitability by a force that chained him to her, that drove him to take her with him, to reach for the distant horizons of pleasure and lead her there with him... the pressure in his groin was growing, and he could sense it growing in her as well Her control shattered into a million billion trillion bits, and she fought a silent battle deep in her brain, trying not to fall apart, trying to pull it all back together, holding on, keeping herself whole, but it was all too much for her, and the orgasm swept across her, in a tsunami of pleasure. This was something she had denied for her whole adult life, something she had felt unworthy of, but now she could no more control it that stop the world from spinning, and so she gave up the battle. A strange sound came from her mouth, a cry of pleasure and joy and passion, and she clutched at him, frightened of being washed away, and lost at sea, forever. He pulled her to him as he could feel her release and it broke the dam wall, flooding the plains. As he shivered in his orgasm he clung to her, holding her there with him, wanting her to know that they had broken this new ground together, and that everything was all right. In the back of his mind the words 'I love you' rolled around like thunder, but he forced himself not to let them out, except as a roar of pleasure. Eventually he collapsed on to her, spent, but still clinging to her, the driftwood to his lost sailor. She lay back, her eyes closed, a tear staining her cheeks, but he was there. She could feel him there, and she held him in her arms, frightened now for the first time, or at least allowing herself to acknowledge the fear she had been squashing down inside. But she knew the fear was all inside her, and that he was safe. She wrapped her arms tightly around him. "Thank you" she whispered incredibly quietly, then sank backwards and pulled him to her. He held on to her afraid that if he let go this perfect moment would end. He was still inside her, but growing soft. The condom, now sticky and filled was uncomfortable but it failed to bother him. He kissed her eyes softly. "No... thank you... thank you for not giving up..." She did cry then, sobbing as though her heart was broken, sobbing for Gilana, for the innocent child she had been, sobbing for the years she had blamed herself for all of it, acknowledging that she had been hideously wronged, and that it wasn't all her fault. She might not be able to hang on to this acknowledgement, her self protection might kick in, and stop her feeling this huge relief but right now all her barriers were down, and she felt released. From ajventer at gmail.com Sun Nov 7 09:01:20 2004 From: ajventer at gmail.com (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:54 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Desperate Times - [tag Meg, Gordie, Sullivan] --REWRITE In-Reply-To: References: <7f39e5bc041102210869cc3a41@mail.gmail.com> <20041103140436.37670.qmail@web25704.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <7f39e5bc041107010135dfeb6f@mail.gmail.com> > > As he put his hand to the door a member of staff > > arrived carrying a set of bright orange sweats, Gabe > > took them with thanks and then handed them to Gordie > > as he came back in to the room, "put these on and then > > take a seat for a moment please." > > Gordie followed the instructions to the letter, this was all a lot > more civilised than he had anticipated > Sullivan looked at the boy. He could see why Sal felt sorry for him, he was just a boy after all. Then he looked at Gabe. "He's your prisoner, we can't have a tribunal until tomorrow, what do you suggest we do with him in the meantime ?" tags -- "You have to be on the side of the underdog. Not because he is noble, he isn't, but because he is not the overdog." - Terry Pratchet. A.J. Venter - http://www.silentcoder.co.za From mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk Sun Nov 7 09:31:31 2004 From: mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk (Mik Reed) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:54 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Desperate Times - [tag Meg, Gordie, Sullivan] --REWRITE In-Reply-To: <7f39e5bc041107010135dfeb6f@mail.gmail.com> Message-ID: <20041107093131.31399.qmail@web25702.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> > Sullivan looked at the boy. He could see why Sal > felt sorry for him, he was just a boy after all. > Then he looked at Gabe. "He's your prisoner, we > can't have a tribunal until tomorrow, what do > you suggest we do with him in the meantime ?" Gabe considered, "we have to assume that despite outward appearances he is a wanton killer, only real option is the security cages in the basement. Have we got sufficient staff to keep an eye on him Sully?" [tag] ___________________________________________________________ALL-NEW Yahoo! Messenger - all new features - even more fun! http://uk.messenger.yahoo.com From ajventer at gmail.com Sun Nov 7 09:39:32 2004 From: ajventer at gmail.com (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:54 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Desperate Times - [tag Meg, Gordie, Sullivan] --REWRITE In-Reply-To: <20041107093131.31399.qmail@web25702.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> References: <7f39e5bc041107010135dfeb6f@mail.gmail.com> <20041107093131.31399.qmail@web25702.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <7f39e5bc0411070139645d3c00@mail.gmail.com> On Sun, 7 Nov 2004 09:31:31 +0000 (GMT), Mik Reed wrote: > > Sullivan looked at the boy. He could see why Sal > > felt sorry for him, he was just a boy after all. > > Then he looked at Gabe. "He's your prisoner, we > > can't have a tribunal until tomorrow, what do > > you suggest we do with him in the meantime ?" > > Gabe considered, "we have to assume that despite > outward appearances he is a wanton killer, only real > option is the security cages in the basement. Have we > got sufficient staff to keep an eye on him Sully?" > "We do for now, but switch on the electified bars anyway, just in case." Sullivan sniffed the air. "But I think we can at least give him a shower first... under guard." tag -- "You have to be on the side of the underdog. Not because he is noble, he isn't, but because he is not the overdog." - Terry Pratchet. A.J. Venter - http://www.silentcoder.co.za From mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk Sun Nov 7 14:00:39 2004 From: mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk (Mik Reed) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:54 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Desperate Times - [tag Meg, Gordie, Sullivan] --REWRITE In-Reply-To: <7f39e5bc0411070139645d3c00@mail.gmail.com> Message-ID: <20041107140039.31168.qmail@web25710.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> > "We do for now, but switch on the electified bars > anyway, just in case." > Sullivan sniffed the air. > "But I think we can at least give him a shower > first... under guard." "I will get that arranged on my way out," Gage suggested before finally addressing the young Lycan directly, "I am not sure how much you have worked out from sitting here, but the situation is this; the actions you took a couple of nights ago broke the Covenant which we exist to uphold. You have confessed ignorance of the Covenant and while the punishment for breaking the Covenant is death we believe in upholding justice and feel that unlike in human law ignorance may be a valid excuse. Tomorrow we will look at the facts and decide your fate, until then you are in our custody and you would be wise to do what you are told and not risk prejudicing your position by causing trouble. I am afraid the cells are not the height of comfort, but it will only be for one night. There is close circuit television installed, it would help us if you could change in to wolf form at some point as we have video of the Newlander house and it would be useful for reference, of course it is your choice." [tag] ___________________________________________________________ALL-NEW Yahoo! Messenger - all new features - even more fun! http://uk.messenger.yahoo.com From queenortart at gmail.com Sun Nov 7 19:36:07 2004 From: queenortart at gmail.com (queenortart) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:54 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Desperate Times - [tag Meg, Gordie, Sullivan] --REWRITE In-Reply-To: <20041107140039.31168.qmail@web25710.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> References: <7f39e5bc0411070139645d3c00@mail.gmail.com> <20041107140039.31168.qmail@web25710.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> Message-ID: > "I will get that arranged on my way out," Gage > suggested before finally addressing the young Lycan > directly, "I am not sure how much you have worked out > from sitting here, but the situation is this; the > actions you took a couple of nights ago broke the > Covenant which we exist to uphold. You have confessed > ignorance of the Covenant and while the punishment for > breaking the Covenant is death we believe in upholding > justice and feel that unlike in human law ignorance > may be a valid excuse. Tomorrow we will look at the > facts and decide your fate, until then you are in our > custody and you would be wise to do what you are told > and not risk prejudicing your position by causing > trouble. I am afraid the cells are not the height of > comfort, but it will only be for one night. There is > close circuit television installed, it would help us > if you could change in to wolf form at some point as > we have video of the Newlander house and it would be > useful for reference, of course it is your choice." > "I... I don't know how to change - it just sort of like, happened before, when the moon was full, I don't know how to make it happen." tag From mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk Sun Nov 7 21:48:51 2004 From: mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk (Mik Reed) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:54 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Desperate Times - [tag Meg, Gordie, Sullivan] --REWRITE In-Reply-To: Message-ID: <20041107214851.64464.qmail@web25710.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> > "I... I don't know how to change - it just sort of > like, happened before, when the moon was full, I > don't know how to make it happen." Gabe looked across at the commander before replying, "alright, no problem. I will inform security to come and collect you. Sir," he gave Sullivan a nod and gestured to Meg before leaving the room. [last tag] ___________________________________________________________ALL-NEW Yahoo! Messenger - all new features - even more fun! http://uk.messenger.yahoo.com From queenortart at gmail.com Sun Nov 7 21:49:50 2004 From: queenortart at gmail.com (queenortart) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:55 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Caretaker - JP Joy and Jethro Message-ID: OOC - this is Friday morning and completes the backposting for the two of them together. Joy woke spooned in Jethro's arms. At some point he must have put her into bed and covered them both, but she couldn't remember that. She remembered falling to pieces, after they had made love together, but after that she must have fallen asleep. Her stirrings drew him from his deep and peaceful sleep and he yawned softly as his eyes fluttered open. Immediately the scent of her hit his nostrils, and then he became aware of the feel of her in his arms. "Good morning ma cherie. Did you sleep well ?" "Um I guess, my head feels a bit funny," she turned round, facing him, "That was some evening. Thank you for... for all of it. I didn't mean to turn into a puddle at the end." "It was the right kind of puddle. Sometimes, losing a bit of control is how we know we're still human... and trust me - I have a lot of experience of having to cling to your humanity." he whispered. He realized he was thirsty, he had not had any blood in almost 18 hours, so he kissed her softly and sitting up on the bed reached over to the small fridge in the wall which was always kept stocked. He took out a metal flask, took a deep sip, and felt it rejuvenating him instantly. "Like right now" he finished. She squirmed a bit, intellectually she knew he drank blood, but there was quite a long way between knowing and actually seeing it happening. She didn't really want to kiss him, partly because he'd been drinking blood, and because she didn't want to inflict the taste of her morning mouth, post alcohol and cigars, on him. She looked under the covers and confirmed she was indeed stark naked right now. "Um, I could do with going to the bathroom, you know I'm beginning to think I need more than one set of all my clothes. I don't know what's upstairs and what's down here." He looked at her and nodded, a distant sadness in his eyes a he held the tin cold-flask. Then he shook away the sadness and smiled at her. "Last night was my pleasure, and we have a day ahead of us, so we should probably get ready. You can use one of my Robes so long... if you don't want to wear last nights clothes until you get back to your room, you can call housekeeping, they can bring something down for you. Your call." She saw the sadness, and felt awful. Going to the bathroom could wait for a moment. She sat up, and curled around him, holding him tightly in her arms, pulling his head onto her breast. He let her hold him, and felt comforted. Her lack of judgement made up a bit for the fact that he had never quite forgiven himself. Every time he drank blood, he remembered how many times it had come from a human throat. "You know something, you're better for me than you realise." he whispered, as a tear ran down his cheek, and fell on her breast. "Oh my darling man, please don't be sad." She wiped the moisture from his cheek, very gently and tenderly with her finger. She wanted him to have only good things in his life, to be happy, and contented. She suddenly made some connections in her brain, and realised, rather disconcertingly that this must be what he wanted for her, and she hugged him to her as tightly as she could. Wanting to make all the bad things go away. "You are a wonderful person, and I... I..." she wanted to tell him how she felt, but her brain refused to form the words, they were still too scary. He looked up, and pecked her lips lightly. He wouldn't kiss her more than that now, not with the tinny taste of blood still tingling on his tongue. Then he hugged her tightly to him. He couldn't find any words to express how she made him feel. How wonderful it was just to have her there, so he hoped that the way he held her might convey some of it. She felt cossetted, and protected, and looked after, and wanted, and she wanted him to feel that too. She could see the sadness in the hunching of his shoulders, in the way he held his head. She could repay some of what he'd given her, or at least she could try. Her PhD was beckoning, but a few minutes wouldn't make any difference really to it, but would make all the difference here and now. "Come here would you Mon Ami? Just come here and let me look after you for a bit." She lay back against the pillows and held her arms out to him, offering him every morsel of care that she could... He smiled gratefully at her and crawled up the bed, leaving the flask next to it on the floor, into her waiting arms, resting his head on her shoulder. "Oh Ma Cherie, you are too good for someone like me." he murmured. She held him close, and tried not to say what she wanted to, but inside the all Americanised gal, there was still a lass from Bradford, and she couldn't think of any other way to express it. "Don't talk bollocks Jethro." This turn of phrase made him laugh. "Oh you." was all he could say... but she didn't know... what he had once been... He sighed and packed the memories away... later... he could not tell her yet... and not just because he had become afraid of losing her... but because he knew it would harm her. He snuggled into her neck, wanting to treasure every moment with her while he still had them, and reached up, stroking her cheek with his index finger. "Whatever you say Ma Cherie... whatever you say." She lay holding him close in her arms feeling as though they had crossed a great mountain together, and whatever he wanted to avoid telling her could wait for later, until he was ready. Maybe for now they could just enjoy the down slope for a bit. -- "At the worst, a house unkempt cannot be so distressing as a life unlived." Rose Macaulay From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Mon Nov 8 01:54:23 2004 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:55 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Desperate Times - [tag Meg, Gordie, Sullivan] --REWRITE In-Reply-To: <20041107214851.64464.qmail@web25710.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <20041108015423.27947.qmail@web40514.mail.yahoo.com> Mik Reed wrote: > "I... I don't know how to change - it just sort of > like, happened before, when the moon was full, I > don't know how to make it happen." >>Gabe looked across at the commander before replying, "alright, no problem. I will inform security to come and collect you. Sir," he gave Sullivan a nod and gestured to Meg before leaving the room.<< Meg gave a nod to the commander, then laid an encouraging hand on Gordie's shoulder. "Good luck, kid," she said, then followed Gabe out. [last tag] From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Mon Nov 8 04:39:05 2004 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:55 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Aereal Surveilance [Tag Marie, Morganis] In-Reply-To: <200411051606.26342.ajventer@direqlearn.org> Message-ID: <20041108043905.35446.qmail@web40521.mail.yahoo.com> "A.J. Venter" wrote: >>Morganis probed the mind in front of him again, because a horrible suspicion had suddenly formed in his own. He probed deep and hard... looking for that answer to a question. Listening in on thoughts was easy. Probing memories never were, human memories are not stored in an order based on their invention - logic. Even a skilled telepath had to wind his way through link after link to find the thing he was looking for. It was a little like browsing the web from any given page to another, without having a search engin to help. Eventually - he saw something, followed it, found his answer and suddenly realized what it was surrounded by. He knew what he had set out to find, but he fell of the chair screaming in pain into the night. Every dark memory the man carried with him, Morganis had experienced in one fell swoop... it was almost as bad as what he had done to the posse just two nights before... almost. His trained mind fought back against the shock of it, battening it down into a little box marked, "somebody else's problem" and leaving it there. Slowly he pushed himself back up on his hands and knees. "Oh my God." he said softly... "you're Meg's father."<< The man nodded, then drank again. "Yep," he said. "Although I reckon she don't claim me as her kin. I was supposed to get both of 'em that night. Her stepfather stopped me. He was a good man. Better to those two than I ever was." He stared down into the empty glass on the table. "I watched that thing abuse my boy, night after night, for 6 years, and there wasn't a damn thing I could do about it. She was gonna give Meg to him...as a present. The boy's got some sick fantasy that they belong together. Physically, I mean. Meg bein' wolf now set 'em back some, but it ain't stopped 'em. I just wish there was somethin' I could do..." Tag From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Mon Nov 8 04:48:46 2004 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:55 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Just visiting (Frances intro) Tag Muse, Frances, Ratso In-Reply-To: Message-ID: <20041108044846.41675.qmail@web40522.mail.yahoo.com> queenortart wrote: >>Frances returned the hug, "It was very fine to see everything again. England and Germany have certainly changed over the years. Where we used to live has a housing estate built on it now, and all the fields are gone. That's progress for you, I guess. Still it's good to be home." She paused, wanting to wait until the others left for a heart to heart. > She hugged the woman cordially, then smiled at Ratso and Muse. "Hey, you two. How's everything?"<< "Pretty good," Ratso replied. "We just wanted ta bring Frances up here, but I gotta get Muse back. We gotta get ready for da lunch crowd. Ya want me ta send anyting up?" "A cheeseburger and fries, salad, and a diet Coke would be nice," Jessie said. I didn't eat supper or breakfast, and I'm famished. How about you, Frances?" Tag Muse, Frances From jenarey at comcast.net Mon Nov 8 18:38:43 2004 From: jenarey at comcast.net (jenarey@comcast.net) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:55 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Aereal Surveilance [Tag Marie, Morganis] Message-ID: <110820041838.2144.418FBD330002B1A8000008602205886172970A9D0 E020A06@comcast.net> He knew what he had set out to find, but he fell of the chair screaming in pain into the night. Every dark memory the man carried with him, Morganis had experienced in one fell swoop... it was almost as bad as what he had done to the posse just two nights before... almost. Marie jumped up as Morgan fell out of his chair. "Morgan!" She wasn't sure for a moment if he'd been shot or what had happened and dropped a gun into her hand, keeping it low by her side as he began to move again. > Slowly he pushed himself back up on his hands and knees. "Oh my God." he said softly... "you're Meg's father."<< > > The man nodded, then drank again. "Yep," he said. "Although I reckon she don't > claim me as her kin. I was supposed to get both of 'em that night. Her stepfather stopped me. He was a good man. Better to those two than I ever was." He stared down into the empty glass on the table. "I watched that thing abuse my boy, night after night, for 6 years, and there wasn't a damn thing I could do about it. She was gonna give Meg to him...as a present. The boy's got some sick fantasy that they belong together. Physically, I mean. Meg bein' wolf now set 'em back some, but it ain't stopped 'em. I just wish there was somethin' I could do..." The spurt of conversation explained why Morgan had fallen over and Marie tried, unsuccessfully, not to frown. This was the very reason why it was a bad idea to go fishing around in someone else's brain. She looked up at the man, Meg's father and murmured softly. "You can tell us everything you know about that creature and her minions. Safehouses, numbers, everything." From queenortart at gmail.com Mon Nov 8 18:40:50 2004 From: queenortart at gmail.com (queenortart) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:55 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Just visiting (Frances intro) Tag Muse, Frances, Ratso In-Reply-To: <20041108044846.41675.qmail@web40522.mail.yahoo.com> References: <20041108044846.41675.qmail@web40522.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: > "Pretty good," Ratso replied. "We just wanted ta bring Frances up here, but I gotta get Muse back. We gotta get ready for da lunch crowd. Ya want me ta send anyting up?" > > "A cheeseburger and fries, salad, and a diet Coke would be nice," Jessie said. I didn't eat supper or breakfast, and I'm famished. How about you, Frances?" She considered for a moment, it would be so easy to just fall into the trap that many of her generation had, and give up on keeping herself trim and supple. "Maybe... Could I trouble you for a chicken salad sandwich, no mayo, and a glass of apple juice. That would be superb. Thank you very much." Tag From jenarey at comcast.net Mon Nov 8 19:15:33 2004 From: jenarey at comcast.net (jenarey@comcast.net) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:55 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Just visiting (Frances intro) Tag Muse, Frances, Ratso Message-ID: <110820041915.4861.418FC5D4000D9618000012FD2200750744970A9D0 E020A06@comcast.net> She considered for a moment, it would be so easy to just fall into the trap that many of her generation had, and give up on keeping herself trim and supple. "Maybe... Could I trouble you for a chicken salad sandwich, no mayo, and a glass of apple juice. That would be superb. Thank you very much." Muse nodded, keeping track of the two orders. "Are you sure there isn't anything else I can send up?" She couldn't help herself, being eager to please was part of her nature and her slender fingers tapped gently against Ratso's arm, fidgety for no really good reason. From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Tue Nov 9 13:43:48 2004 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:55 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Aereal Surveilance [Tag Marie, Morganis] In-Reply-To: <110820041838.2144.418FBD330002B1A8000008602205886172970A9D 0 E020A06@comcast.net> Message-ID: <20041109134348.41625.qmail@web40521.mail.yahoo.com> jenarey@comcast.net wrote: >Marie jumped up as Morgan fell out of his chair. "Morgan!" She wasn't sure for a moment if he'd been shot or what had happened and dropped a gun into her hand, keeping it low by her side as he began to move again. > Slowly he pushed himself back up on his hands and knees. "Oh my God." he said softly... "you're Meg's father."<< > > The man nodded, then drank again. "Yep," he said. "Although I reckon she don't > claim me as her kin. I was supposed to get both of 'em that night. Her stepfather stopped me. He was a good man. Better to those two than I ever was." He stared down into the empty glass on the table. "I watched that thing abuse my boy, night after night, for 6 years, and there wasn't a damn thing I could do about it. She was gonna give Meg to him...as a present. The boy's got some sick fantasy that they belong together. Physically, I mean. Meg bein' wolf now set 'em back some, but it ain't stopped 'em. I just wish there was somethin' I could do..." The spurt of conversation explained why Morgan had fallen over and Marie tried, unsuccessfully, not to frown. This was the very reason why it was a bad idea to go fishing around in someone else's brain. She looked up at the man, Meg's father and murmured softly. "You can tell us everything you know about that creature and her minions. Safehouses, numbers, everything."< Connor tried to think through the alcohol-induced haze. "I do remember some people..." he said. "They'd bring her homeless people to use as food for the customers. Some kind of gang, I think." He took a napkin and a stubby pencil and drew a crude sketch of a crouching tiger. "They all had tattoos like that one there." He also wrote two names at the bottom -- Eastside Movers and Hart and Sons Mortuary. "When they was packin' up, vans came from that movin' company, and hearses from the funeral parlor. They might can tell you where they took 'em. She didn't say too much to me. I...I tried to kill Michael once, after I saw what he was. She didn't trust me after that." Tag From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Tue Nov 9 13:46:41 2004 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:55 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Just visiting (Frances intro) Tag Muse, Frances, Ratso In-Reply-To: <110820041915.4861.418FC5D4000D9618000012FD2200750744970A9D 0 E020A06@comcast.net> Message-ID: <20041109134641.70939.qmail@web40501.mail.yahoo.com> jenarey@comcast.net wrote: >>She considered for a moment, it would be so easy to just fall into the trap that many of her generation had, and give up on keeping herself trim and supple. "Maybe... Could I trouble you for a chicken salad sandwich, no mayo, and a glass of apple juice. That would be superb. Thank you very much." Muse nodded, keeping track of the two orders. "Are you sure there isn't anything else I can send up?" She couldn't help herself, being eager to please was part of her nature and her slender fingers tapped gently against Ratso's arm, fidgety for no really good reason.<< "Maybe some tea," Jessie said after a little thought. "For later." Ratso laid his hand over her fingers. "Come on, doll. We don' wanna keep dose hungry lunch people waitin'." He winked at Jessie and Frances. "We'll have dose orders sent up in a jif." Tag From queenortart at gmail.com Tue Nov 9 14:23:02 2004 From: queenortart at gmail.com (queenortart) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:55 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Just visiting (Frances intro) Tag Muse, Frances, Ratso In-Reply-To: <20041109134641.70939.qmail@web40501.mail.yahoo.com> References: <20041109134641.70939.qmail@web40501.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: > Ratso laid his hand over her fingers. "Come on, doll. We don' wanna keep dose hungry lunch people waitin'." He winked at Jessie and Frances. "We'll have dose orders sent up in a jif." "Thank you" said Frances, her impecable breeding preventing her from making 'move along there, nothing to see here' gestures with her hands. Tag From queenortart at gmail.com Tue Nov 9 19:07:15 2004 From: queenortart at gmail.com (queenortart) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:55 2005 Subject: [GOTC] F13 - Part 2,(a) 3-Way JP AJ Mik and Sue In-Reply-To: <200411081253.47561.ajventer@direqlearn.org> References: <200411081253.47561.ajventer@direqlearn.org> Message-ID: The streets were quieting down as the dusk settled, this was a poorer part of town, not exactly dangerous but people still preferred to be indoors by nightfall. The odd chocolate wrapper was picked up in the breeze to do the pollution-polka over the wide concrete sidewalks. Even the local pub was not loud or rowdy. It was filled after all with blue-collar workers who merely stopped by for a Friday evening beer before returning home with the weeks wages, where wives and children would eagerly await them. In this neighbourhood people lived from Friday to Friday. Each week's wages paying their food and clothing and rent for another week. The kind of neighbourhood whose people get described as the salt of the earth. So it was an unusual event when the six dune-buggies came tearing down the street, their shrill uncovered engines screaming into the quiet night. The stopped in a wide half-moon in front of the pub, causing dozens of construction workers and car-mechanics to look up from their pints and stare out into the street in surprise. Four people climbed from each dune buggy, and then they began to approach the doorway. Keeping to the same half-moon approach they had taken when they parked. They were big people. But the customers of this pub were not small people; they were on the average in fact, a tad shorter than the people inside. The one in front was wearing a ski-mask. The barman wasn't sure how to react to this group of strangers. He had either just struck gold, they might be oil-riggers or something, but that sixth sense any long term barman develops was going crazy. They just looked like trouble. He went to the door, meeting the masked man as he got there, and trusting his instincts about them said: "I'm sorry sir, I'll have to frisk you before I let you in." He refused to be phased by the hidden face. The man nodded. The barman was not new to this either, he frisked bottom up, and had no qualms about cupping the stranger's scrotum in his hand for a second to check for anything hidden there. As his hands went up the sides of the man, just above the hips, the two raised arms suddenly came down so fast they were merely a blur. Two elbows were driven into his hands with more force than he had ever felt in his life. When they lifted again, he looked in amazement at the shattered fingerbones before the pain struck his mind and he screamed out. In front of him the masked mans arm suddenly grew hairy, and bigger, his fingernails elongated into claws, and as he threw his head up in another scream, half pain, half terrifying fear it grasped his throat and ripped it out in a shower of blood, splattering the white ski-mask with little red droplets. "Shut up" said the voice behind it, and tossed his body aside. "Well boys, let's have some fun." he said to his companions. A voice alert came in over the radio to Posse HQ: "Squad Leader Lewis here, there's some kind of Lycan activity going on down on the East Side. Unknown number of assailants. Request permission to go in and back up - over." This was unexpected, the full moon was over, that was when the Posse was on high alert, but things had been quieter than Morrell had suggested. The Radio Op followed procedure, "Squad Leader Lewis, proceed with caution, get me a sit rep with some numbers. Further orders to follow." Keying for Morrell's phone the operator alerted him of the situation to date, he was in tactical operations in under a minute. Morrell had been surprised by the lack of activity, they had found a couple of the freaks, and looked in to an apparent lycan disturbance over in Queens, but nothing like what he had been hoping for. His men were prepared and raring to go, he was just waiting to let them off the leash a little, so to speak. The chuckle in the back of his throat as this thought struck him on entering tac ops was dry and short. He keyed the mike, "Lewis, Morrell here, let me know what we've got." "There's some kind of serious Lycan attack going on down here," he named the location, "I reckon there must be twenty of the devil's spawn at least," He had been reading middle management textbooks and listening to the lectures from Morrell, and knew that the best way to get your boss on board was to use his own terminology. "They appear to be Hell bent on destruction. I don't want to risk sending a small squad in on their own. Some backup would be appreciated. The head count for the last couple of days was very low I know. They must have been gathering, waiting to prey on the innocent tonight." A smile crept across Morrell's face as he keyed the mike, "Lewis, set up fire teams to cover any exits and make sure none of the scum get out. We will get teams on the road and over to your location asap. Out." Hopefully the patrons in the bar would keep the demons occupied until his men got there, it was a small price to pay. Morrell ordered the radio operator to get the patrols in the field to converge on Lewis then clicked the microphone to the internal tannoy system. "Soldiers, the Lord has seen fit to answer our prayers. The evil spawn of Satan that we have been ordained to destroy have shown themselves and we will prove our righteousness in their destruction this very night. Assemble in the motor pool in your designated fire teams, kitted up and ready to roll. This is not a drill people, it's time for our humble Posse to render the Lord's fiery wrath on his enemies. Out." From queenortart at gmail.com Tue Nov 9 19:08:58 2004 From: queenortart at gmail.com (queenortart) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:55 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Fwd: F13 - Part 2,(b) 3-Way JP AJ Mik and Sue In-Reply-To: References: <200411081253.47561.ajventer@direqlearn.org> Message-ID: In under ten minutes five Chevy Blazers and three Humvees left the compound, the drivers following predetermined routes to converge on the target. Inside each vehicle Posse members ran final weapons checks. Confirmed pressure readings on flame thrower packs, checked the silver loads in their magazines one more time, cycled HE and silver flechette rounds in to grenade launchers and raised a prayer up to heaven. Meanwhile things at the bar had gotten worse. The mysterious figure had led his men inside. Now the patrons were standing in front of the main window, forming a human shield-wall. Behind each one stood a lycanpire, each having great fun digging massive clefts into the skin of the human in front of him with the claws. Under normal circumstances one might have wondered at the stoic frozen expressions of the humans being tortured... but behind them lay the badly mutilated remains of the last one that had flinched... The man in the hockey mask was sitting behind all this, his feet on a table. He had raised the mask up - after making certain that no-one, not even his own men would dare to turn around. In his hand was a beer-mug, filled to the brim with blood he had tapped straight from the arteries of the dead man on the floor. The mask was just up far enough to allow him to take slow meaningful sips, much as if it had contained a good lager, and almost as frothy. In his Humvee Morrell scanned the movement of his troops vehicles on a laptop, the real-time GPS link updating the dots as they bore down on the bar. He got on the radio to Lewis, "Lewis, Morrell here, sit rep?" "There are a large number of lycans in the bar Sir. I can't see really what's going down. I've posted troops ready to apprehend and destroy any of them who leave. There was some noise from inside a couple of minutes ago, but doesn't sound like they're killing the patrons yet. The squad is prepared to move in whenever the back up arrives." There was a lot of noise in the background of people preparing weapons, giving instructions, and passing information to each other. The man in the mask downed the last of his macabre pint, wiped his mouth on his sleeve and spoke. "There are people watching... I can smell them... let's give them something to watch." He yanked the dead man at his feet upright, and pushed in through the queue of hostages, holding the corpse by the throat. His arms shot straight like one might shoot a pool cue, and he released. The corpse just kept going shattering the plate glass window in its wake and landing with a dull rolling thud in the middle of the street. The masked man returned to his seat. "How many of them shall we have to kill before they will come... oh it's such fun finding out." Lewis grabbed the mike and started running towards the bar, waving his men on, shouting information on the way. "Back up needed NOW, things are getting ugly, how far away are our reinforcements? Over." He took a position behind a parked car, signalling his men into similar cover and started shooting into the bar. There were bound to be civilian casualties, but there was a price to be paid for defeating the Lycans, and so long as it's wasn't him or his men he was prepared to accept the cost. Morrell heard Lewis' call over the radio as his people were converging on the bar. He took up position where he could observe the attack and began commanding his troops, their selected mix of military and police training coming to the fore. "Klowsky, take four men, set charges on those dune buggies, radio detonated, I want to stop up their escape routes. McKnowle, you and two more snipers, up on that building, let me know when your rifles are set up then pick your targets. Craven, take three men and that Hummer, make yourself a clear path to the back yard of this place and get the flame throwers ticking over, you're on pest control out. O'Connell, four buddy pairs, walk them in, pick your targets, remember we have some of our own in there. Svensson, your three are with me, we'll set up a CP here and give covering fire where necessary." Over the radio he checked his perimeter vehicles were in place keeping traffic away from the area and giving early warning if police or government forces showed. The man in the white mask stared at the moving shadows sneaking around outside. They thought they could hide. "Hang on boys" he said with a laugh... and pulled a remote control from his own pocket. "Isn't it nice when people act exactly the way you anticipate." "One more second, I want one at each buggy. When I push the buggy, they're going to discover that there really is no need to booby trap our vehicles... we did that ourselves. When the buggies go up... I want you all through that window - the explosions will turn this street into a little bit of chaotic hell... that's when we strike... when we've thrown them off balance." His superior senses battling the gloom, he waited... picked his moment... pressed the button and then laughed as four dune buggy trunks filled with C4 turned the street into nothing more than a glare. "Go go go go go go go!" Morrell watched as his men and the buggies erupted in flame, speaking hushed words "Lord, watch over your soldiers and give us the strength to be your holy weapon against these Demons of hell." As he saw the figures break from the bar he triggered his mike, "Trap, trap, trap. Klowsky, get your men to cover, McKnowle, sit-rep on those snipers, the battle is coming to us and I need some covering fire. Craven, hold position and await further instructions." Beside him Svensson and his three man squad started spraying the window line of the bar, each had set up a bipod mounted squad support machine gun and as the belt fed through, phosphorous tracer and silver tipped .50 calibre bullets ripped through the air, intent on decimating anything they hit. Morrell could see O'Connell and his people fixing bayonets and cycling silver flechette shells in to the undermounted grenade launchers fitted to each one's assault carbine, with their buddies laying down covering fire, four figures stood, letting loose with what amounted to large silver filled sawn off shotguns. Morrell looked for Lewis, but was unable to make him out in the mass of smoke and flashes before him. The man in the mask swore as he saw three of his squad go down. "Idiots" he grumbled. Bullets couldn't kill them, and that made them careless. They were out for at least a few hours with that many slug-wounds. A few hours with their necks ready for the slicing. "Duck and roll you fucking idiots !" he shouted as he stormed through the windows, moving with skill, a blurry image moving at superhuman speed and constantly breaking pattern, trying to be an impossible target to focus on. Not even he could fully achieve that, and he took a slug in the lower arm before he was able to dive under the wreckage of one of the buggies. His left arm being out of it, for a while at least, he had to lift the buggy with one hand, and couldn't quite do the tortuous move he had planned. Instead he held it in front of himself like a riot shield as he rushed toward the building with snipers. The large calibre slugs actually ripping bits of the tortured metal apart in his hands... Seeing the man-thing rushing through their lines the first buddy pair broke cover to stop it, Fredrickson managed to get off one last grenade launcher blast before his partner McCready slid herself in to the thing's legs in an attempt to bring it to the floor. The creature almost tripped, holding the weight of the buggy in one arm and getting the knock on the legs. He stumbled, but managed to get his balance at the last moment. "You should have shot me instead. You're lucky I'm in a hurry, no time for a snack right now." said the voice from behind the mask, then he jumped sideways, doing a one handed cartwheel to the right, and ran the last few yards, diving into the building through the window, apparently oblivious to the thousands of shards of glass. Behind him, McGreedy looked up as the buggy, now unsupported on its front bumper, started to come down hard and fast. Inside he rushed up letting his nose guide him, seeking out the first sniper. When the man looked around it was just in time to see the mask lifting. His eyes grew wide as he looked at the horror it had been hiding... a pair of fangs slowly extended from the mouth in the terrible face. The battle noise was somehow distant as Stukely squeezed out precise shot after precise shot. While the sniper rifle didn't have quite the, fill the air with metal death, effect of the light machine guns in use by the support squad each finely crafted bullet, hand loaded with precision was its own work of art, capable of ripping paper bin sized holes in flesh and happily penetrated in excess of 9" of brickwork. Stukely heard the noise on the stairs and rolled from his rifle, as deadly as it was useless in close quarters, grabbing for his back up automatic. If they don't say who they are before you can see them, they aren't friendly; was what his marine instructor had always told him. Had the masked attacker been human Stukely would have had time to shoot, as it was he barely had time to cry through his throat mike before death overtook him. On an open channel all of the Posse heard, "these things ain't wolves," just before Stukely's scream disappeared in to static and silence. A moment later, the silence was torn apart by a maniacal laugh. In the room the figure wiped the blood from around his face off on his white sleeve, leaving a dark red stain. He pulled his mask back on, and tossed the radio out through the window before rushing back to find the other snipers. The next one was expecting trouble and as his head passed the doorway a pistol shot ripped a hole in the plaster in front of him. He jerked his head back instantly, clinging to the wall next to the door. "If you put the gun down, I'll give you a quick and painless death. Otherwise you'll die slowly, painfully - and... creatively" said the husky voice from behind the door. "You must know you'll never make it out of here alive. What backup will you call for ? They are all dying out there... do yourself a favor and at least make your death easy." Morrell's men were fanatics, before they came anywhere near active duty they had gone through weeks of preliminary training. Just to be chosen they had to have backgrounds in the police or military. Hartman knew that whatever this thing was no death at its hands could be tolerated. His throat mike activated he replied, buying him the time he needed to bring his sniper rifle round. "In the name of God, who are you? Don't you realise we have you outnumbered and fight with the Holy Fire of justice on our side?" He asked. If he could just line up the barrel, the interior wall would offer the beast no protection at all Behind the wall, the masked being did a half morph, gaining about 2ft in height, growing dark fur all over his body - moments later standing there in the half-wolf form. He couldn't go full wolf, but he had never considered that a disadvantage. He was a trained martial artists, with strength that the people who invented martial arts could only dream about. He looked at the wall, picked his spot then lashed out with a round house kick, stricking it hard. He knocked a huge hole in it. But that wasn't the person inside's biggest worry. There were at least two bigger ones. The first was that the bricks kept going and several of them were heading toward him at high speed. The second was the dark brown image that came diving through the hole after them... Hartman had just managed to bring the rifle round as the wall disintigrated before him, he was already muttering below his breath, "Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with," as he saw the dark brown beast spring towards him, "thee. Blessed art thou amongst women and blessed is the fruit," he squeezed the trigger, knowing the bullet was going to hit it somewhere, "of thy womb Jesus. Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners, now and..." He was still praying as the claws and teeth hit him.. The room was empty aside from a hastily secured rope dangling from the window. Aware that his snipers were being picked off one by one Morrell had called the last to fall back by the most direct means. Attracted by the flash, a hail of automatic gun fire was directed on the room. In his CP Morrell scrolled the lap top through its realtime life signs monitor, his troops were fighting for their lives. From queenortart at gmail.com Tue Nov 9 19:10:08 2004 From: queenortart at gmail.com (queenortart) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:55 2005 Subject: [GOTC] F13 - Part 2,(c) 3-Way JP AJ Mik and Sue In-Reply-To: References: <200411081253.47561.ajventer@direqlearn.org> Message-ID: Giovanni Grossi and her husband Maurizio were huddled in the front bedroom, of their small apartment, listening to the shooting and explosions outside in the street. They had worked hard all their lives, in a small deli, serving the Italian community. Every penny they made had, up until recently, been spent on their eight children who had now all left home, and were making their own way in the big wide world. They had spent the last six months planning and creating a nursery/playroom for their daughter's baby - their first grandchild, ready for when he or she came to stay with them, at the weekends, and now there were lumps of plaster falling off the walls, and the mobile over the crib lay shattered on the floor. They knew they should call the police, they knew they should hide in the back of the house, but there was a sickening morbid fascination in watching the battle as it unfolded, and round here, calling the police was always someone else's problem. They had seen the local bar destroyed, or at least it looked that way from their vantage point. A series of explosions had rocked the street, and there were armed uniformed men shooting each other. Someone must have called the cops, someone else always called the cops, but the family were due for dinner that night, and they had to be stopped from coming. Maurizio kissed Giovanni on the cheek, "Come into the back with me Bella, or at least come away from the window if you're going to say here. I have to call Stefano and tell him not to come over. It's a crying shame that your lasagne isn't going be eaten tonight." She got slowly to her feet, her corpulent Reubenesque body, encased in black, complaining at the effort. They went through into the back, and Maurizio made the call, putting everyone off, then they sat huddled together listening to the sounds of gunfire. "You think we ought to let Sophia's boy know about this, it could be a good scoop for him on his newspaper?" Giovanni asked. "Ay, ma bella, I knew there was a reason I married you, you are so clever." His voice dripped with the sounds of Napoli, and it was clear his mother's milk had born more than a passing acquaintance with proscuttio ham and parmigiano reggiano. He looked through an old biscuit tin, once home to amaretto biscuits, and found a rather grubby business card. Then he picked up the phone again, and dialled Jonathon's number. "Ciao Jonathon, Come stai?" "Hey Uncle Maurizio. Sto molto bene, grazie. How's things with you, can't be long before the bambino comes eh?" "Only a coupla weeks now... But hey, no time for that now, you should get down here, there's something happening outside. There's some kinda private army shooting up the bar. Maybe you could get the exclusive or whatever you call it." Maurizio squeezed Giovanna's hand acknowledging her suggestion. "Really" his interest was piqued now. "What do they look like" "Black uniforms, camouflage gear" Sounded like the Posse alright, but it might not be, there was always a chance there were multiple private armies running around New York. "Any idea who they are fighting?" "You know it's really strange, they look like some kind of lupo, like something out of my nonna's old tales." Jonathon was pretty certain now this was the Posse. "Grazie Uncle, I'll get right down there, if I get chance I'll come in to see you afterwards, I could do with some of Auntie's cannelloni." "There's a big dish of Lasagne here with your name on it nipote." "See you later then Ciao." Jonathon hung up and pondered his next move. He made a couple of phone calls, and then picked up the phone once more, and dialled the number for HQ. "Commander Sullivan please. It's Jonathon O'Brien." Tag From jenarey at comcast.net Tue Nov 9 21:37:11 2004 From: jenarey at comcast.net (jenarey@comcast.net) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:55 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Just visiting (Frances intro) Tag Muse, Frances, Ratso Message-ID: <110920042137.23586.41913887000187CB00005C222200745672970A9D 0E020A06@comcast.net> > > Ratso laid his hand over her fingers. "Come on, doll. We don' wanna keep > dose hungry lunch people waitin'." He winked at Jessie and Frances. "We'll > have dose orders sent up in a jif." > > "Thank you" said Frances, her impecable breeding preventing her from > making 'move along there, nothing to see here' gestures with her > hands. Muse nodded to Ratso, a little smile teasing her lips at being called doll...somehow it was...nice. "You're welcome. I'm very glad to have you back...maybe we can talk more later." From queenortart at gmail.com Tue Nov 9 22:51:40 2004 From: queenortart at gmail.com (queenortart) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:55 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Just visiting (Frances intro) Tag Muse, Frances, Ratso In-Reply-To: <-4570087145122584058@unknownmsgid> References: <-4570087145122584058@unknownmsgid> Message-ID: > > > > "Thank you" said Frances, her impecable breeding preventing her from > > making 'move along there, nothing to see here' gestures with her > > hands. > > Muse nodded to Ratso, a little smile teasing her lips at being called doll...somehow it was...nice. "You're welcome. I'm very glad to have you back...maybe we can talk more later." "That would be very pleasant indeed Muse - I shall look forward to it..." Frances smiled broadly, anticipating a splendid gossip session in the kitchens later on, once there was no one else around. Tag From jenarey at comcast.net Tue Nov 9 23:17:14 2004 From: jenarey at comcast.net (jenarey@comcast.net) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:55 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Outfitter Message-ID: <110920042317.8754.41914FF9000C10A3000022322200734076970A9D0 E020A06@comcast.net> "Great" Joy replied. "Anything that improves my draw would be good, I've had some nasty bruises along the way. I've got a couple of knives, and a thigh holster for them, but I've not actually used them yet. I am very out of practise. I was hoping really to rely on shooting the bastards rather than any hand to hand." "Mmm...one thing every guardian learns is that you can't count on any one method to be successful. Some things don't go down under bullet fire." Stephanie was unusually serious as she spoke, giving herself a little shake to clear the cobwebs from her head. "Though we'll get you better. A standard thigh holster makes you walk like a duck and doesn't always hold at the best angle for a draw." From jenarey at comcast.net Tue Nov 9 23:19:05 2004 From: jenarey at comcast.net (jenarey@comcast.net) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:55 2005 Subject: [GOTC] This baby seal walked into a club Message-ID: <110920042319.7393.419150690008270200001CE12200750784970A9D0 E020A06@comcast.net> Grace returned the salute with her own glass and then took another small sip of the wine, it really was very fine. "Why does anyone come to a place such at this? To socialise...perhaps, to watch... that is a vice of mine I confess, to play...maybe?" she smiled coyly. "And you Monsieur Levaux - is it merely the fine wines that attract you, I doubt you here for the entertainment." She nodded in the direction of the now empty stage. "Ah would not call such noise entertainment." He sniffed delicately as though the very air of the band offended him. "Ah'm a guest of the owner, who wished to..." He hesitated, as though conjuring the right word from the thin air. "Show off, his wonderful establishment." From summerstree at gmail.com Wed Nov 10 11:54:00 2004 From: summerstree at gmail.com (SummerTree) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:55 2005 Subject: [GOTC] This baby seal walked into a club In-Reply-To: <1976469084335372798@unknownmsgid> References: <1976469084335372798@unknownmsgid> Message-ID: <7c3ffbb3041110035461664a5a@mail.gmail.com> > "Ah would not call such noise entertainment." He sniffed delicately as though the very air of the band offended him. "Ah'm a guest of the owner, who wished to..." He hesitated, as though conjuring the right word from the thin air. "Show off, his wonderful establishment." Grace tapped her nail against the edge of her glass, the resulting tone demonstrating it's quality, "and are you suitably impressed?" From ajventer at gmail.com Thu Nov 11 08:32:59 2004 From: ajventer at gmail.com (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:55 2005 Subject: [GOTC] F13 - Part 2,(c) 3-Way JP AJ Mik and Sue In-Reply-To: References: <200411081253.47561.ajventer@direqlearn.org> Message-ID: <7f39e5bc0411110032896b908@mail.gmail.com> > > "See you later then Ciao." > > Jonathon hung up and pondered his next move. > > He made a couple of phone calls, and then picked up the phone once > more, and dialled the number for HQ. "Commander Sullivan please. It's > Jonathon O'Brien." > Just as Gabe and Meg were about to leave with Gordie, the phone rang. Sullivan picked it up. "Sullivan here ? Oh dear. Well put him through I guess...." he motioned Gabe to stay. "Johnathan, what can I do for you ?" tag -- "You have to be on the side of the underdog. Not because he is noble, he isn't, but because he is not the overdog." - Terry Pratchet. A.J. Venter - http://www.silentcoder.co.za From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Thu Nov 11 13:03:44 2004 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:55 2005 Subject: [GOTC] F13 - Part 2,(c) 3-Way JP AJ Mik and Sue In-Reply-To: <7f39e5bc0411110032896b908@mail.gmail.com> Message-ID: <20041111130344.70292.qmail@web40507.mail.yahoo.com> "A.J. Venter" wrote: > > "See you later then Ciao." > > Jonathon hung up and pondered his next move. > > He made a couple of phone calls, and then picked up the phone once > more, and dialled the number for HQ. "Commander Sullivan please. It's > Jonathon O'Brien." > >Just as Gabe and Meg were about to leave with Gordie, the phone rang. Sullivan picked it up. "Sullivan here ? Oh dear. Well put him through I guess...." he motioned Gabe to stay. "Johnathan, what can I do for you ?"< Meg had been about to leave as well, but hesitated when she saw the commander signal Gabe. She stood quietly, waiting to see what developed. tag From queenortart at gmail.com Thu Nov 11 22:42:14 2004 From: queenortart at gmail.com (queenortart) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:55 2005 Subject: [GOTC] F13 - Part 2,(c) 3-Way JP AJ Mik and Sue In-Reply-To: <20041111130344.70292.qmail@web40507.mail.yahoo.com> References: <7f39e5bc0411110032896b908@mail.gmail.com> <20041111130344.70292.qmail@web40507.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: > >Just as Gabe and Meg were about to leave with Gordie, the phone rang. > Sullivan picked it up. > "Sullivan here ? Oh dear. Well put him through I guess...." > he motioned Gabe to stay. > "Johnathan, what can I do for you ?"< > > Meg had been about to leave as well, but hesitated when she saw the commander signal Gabe. She stood quietly, waiting to see what developed. "Ah Commander Sullivan, just to let you know the Posse are out tonight, and there's a battle going down on the east side. They seem to be fighting a bunch of lycans...." OOC - don't know what access I'll get tomorrow, but once it gets past tomorrow afternoon, then don't expect to hear from me until Sunday night or Monday. From ajventer at direqlearn.org Fri Nov 12 07:55:55 2004 From: ajventer at direqlearn.org (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:55 2005 Subject: [GOTC] F13 - Part 2,(c) 3-Way JP AJ Mik and Sue In-Reply-To: References: <7f39e5bc0411110032896b908@mail.gmail.com> <20041111130344.70292.qmail@web40507.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <200411120955.55413.ajventer@direqlearn.org> On Friday, 12 November 2004 0:42, queenortart wrote: > > >Just as Gabe and Meg were about to leave with Gordie, the phone rang. > > > > Sullivan picked it up. > > "Sullivan here ? Oh dear. Well put him through I guess...." > > he motioned Gabe to stay. > > "Johnathan, what can I do for you ?"< > > > > Meg had been about to leave as well, but hesitated when she saw the > > commander signal Gabe. She stood quietly, waiting to see what developed. > > "Ah Commander Sullivan, just to let you know the Posse are out > tonight, and there's a battle going down on the east side. They seem > to be fighting a bunch of lycans...." > "Just to let me know eh..." Sullivan said drily, he wasn't being informed about a slumber-party gone wild... he was getting a report of a massive bloodbath... and something about the guys tone ground into him... still at least he had called. "Thank you Johnathan, we're on it." he said and put the phone down. "Gabe we got a crisis, massive battle going on, involves the posse, down on th east side, take your squad, leave the rookies out of this one I think... If this is half as bad as it feels... I'm sending an all officers... " tag -- A.J Venter Lead Developer, DireqLearn 082 726 5103 http://www.direqlearn.org http://www.direqlearn.org/olce http://silentcoder.co.za From mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk Fri Nov 12 11:24:21 2004 From: mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk (Mik Reed) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:55 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Posse Lycanpire Party Time [tag Jethro, Meg, Sal] In-Reply-To: <200411120955.55413.ajventer@direqlearn.org> Message-ID: <20041112112421.58841.qmail@web25704.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> > "Gabe we got a crisis, massive battle going on, > involves the posse, down on the east side, take your > squad, leave the rookies out of this one I think... > If this is half as bad as it feels... I'm sending an > all officers... " "Will do," Gabe was heading out of the door almost before Jethro had finished talking, "up date me via the communication link. Meg, happy we have enough ordinance on board that Lincoln? Or do you want to take something a bit heavier?" As he let her decide Gabe pressed on his communicator. "Sal, sorry about this but it sounds like we have a major incident and it is likely to be dangerous. Can you let Wendy know you two will have to miss this bit. If you could keep a check on the police band and help run the radios from here it would be useful though. Oh, and the young Lycan is being held until tomorrow when we will decide what action is appropriate. I am afraid he has to be in one of the cages. If you want to go and see him, I am sure he would appreciate it, please, do not let his apparent innocence lead you in to any actions you might regret later though." [tag] ___________________________________________________________ ALL-NEW Yahoo! Messenger - all new features - even more fun! http://uk.messenger.yahoo.com From ajventer at gmail.com Fri Nov 12 11:34:22 2004 From: ajventer at gmail.com (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:55 2005 Subject: [GOTC] a bit of mercy [tag Gordie, Wendy] Message-ID: <7f39e5bc041112033415a1db5e@mail.gmail.com> >Oh, and the young Lycan is being held until tomorrow >when we will decide what action is appropriate. I am >afraid he has to be in one of the cages. If you want >to go and see him, I am sure he would appreciate it, >please, do not let his apparent innocence lead you in >to any actions you might regret later though." Sal was about to snap at being left out of the action, when she got the message about Gordie. "Yes sir" she said simply. She got up, and looked at Wendy, her face speaking a thousand words, then started heading downstairs, not looking, although hoping, that her friend would follow. She came to the cell where Gordie was sitting behind the bars. ~I have never regretted anything in my life cap, but if I don't do this tonight... I might have to regret never having done it.~ she thought to herself as she leaned against the bars. "How you holding up kiddo. I assume they told you the deal right... look I promissed you I would look out for you, and tomorrow I will plead for you... but it may not be enough..." she bit her lip. "Just in case you don't get to live past the morning.... I want to give you something now... " Sal was shy for the first time she could remember, not so much about what she was doing, but about why... she wasn't doing this because she wanted some fun... but... because she wanted to make things more bearable for this poor boy. Without another word... she pulled her t-shirt over her head, revealing her red-lace bra to the world, and began to fumble with the button on her jeans... tag -- "You have to be on the side of the underdog. Not because he is noble, he isn't, but because he is not the overdog." - Terry Pratchet. A.J. Venter - http://www.silentcoder.co.za From queenortart at gmail.com Fri Nov 12 14:18:30 2004 From: queenortart at gmail.com (queenortart) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:55 2005 Subject: [GOTC] ooc - right clare and I are off from now...Back Sunday/ Monday Message-ID: -- "At the worst, a house unkempt cannot be so distressing as a life unlived." Rose Macaulay From ajventer at gmail.com Tue Nov 16 07:24:56 2004 From: ajventer at gmail.com (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:55 2005 Subject: [GOTC] All Oficers Message-ID: <7f39e5bc041115232448ac739a@mail.gmail.com> OOC: Back into action time everyone :p Once Gabe had left Sullivan click the intercom for all stations. "All Guardians, this is commander Sullivan, we have a major crisis in the lower east side" he looked at the address he had scribbled down from Johnathan and gave it. "This is an all oficers, I need every available guardian down there as fast you can get there, all HQ staff be on full alert, I fear you may have a busy night." He closed the buzzer off. The only thing he couldn't make up his mind about was whether he should go himself, eventually he came to a decision, it was a tough one, but his job was to make those, he pressed the buzzer for Joy's com-link, his voice coming through down where she was talking to Stephanie. "Lieutennant Grace, you are to stay at HQ please, you and I will be the only people here with combat experience... I know you want to go, so do I... but...we can't leave it unguarded." tag Joy - continue back in Outfitter ---- In the Van Damien's eyes darkened and he extended his fangs. "I know that neighbourhood" he said to Evan, "my parents lived there, my real parents... try to keep up okay, it's not far from here." he hopped over the seats into the back, his axe strapped over his back and stradled the bike then nodding to Evan, he kicked the back door of the still moving van open and jumped the bike out sideways, across traffic, kickstarting it in the air, spinning on the gravel as he landed - going almost entirely sideways as he struck the wheels onto the road at high torque relying on their tight grip to pull him in a tight circle and upward next to the bike, where he opened up and sped on ahead, leading the way. Tag - Continue in: "homecoming" [OOC: They will be first on the scene] ---- Morganis was looking at Marie intently as she asked her question, and listening to the answer that came, when the commanders voice broke through on her comlink. "We have to go... sounds bad... what do you suggest we do about Mr. Wonderdad here ?" tag Continue in: Familly matters OOC: That covers most of my characters directly affected here,. everybody else can get the buzz in their own threads and react as they see fit. Ciao A.J. -- "You have to be on the side of the underdog. Not because he is noble, he isn't, but because he is not the overdog." - Terry Pratchet. A.J. Venter - http://www.silentcoder.co.za From mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk Tue Nov 16 09:07:37 2004 From: mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk (Mik Reed) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:55 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Homecoming In-Reply-To: <7f39e5bc041115232448ac739a@mail.gmail.com> Message-ID: <20041116090737.30949.qmail@web25705.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> > In the Van Damien's eyes darkened and he extended > his fangs. "I know that neighbourhood" he said to > Evan, "my parents lived there, my real parents... > try to keep up okay, it's not far from here." he > hopped over the seats into the back, his axe > strapped over his back and stradled the bike then > nodding to Evan, he kicked the back door of the > still moving van open and jumped the bike out > sideways, across traffic, kickstarting it in the > air, spinning on the gravel as he landed - going > almost entirely sideways as he struck the wheels onto > the road at high torque relying on their tight grip > to pull him in a tight circle and upward next to the > bike, where he opened up and sped on ahead, leading > the way. "Bleedin' nutta," Evan said under his breath as he watched Damiens antics in the vans mirror. Slamming on the brakes he heard the rear doors crunch shut then flooring the throttle he followed the bike to the best of his ability, horns and swerving cars filling the road around him. Grabbing the mike he checked in with HQ, "Evan 'ere. Got ya call an we're respondin'. We ain't far from that gaff so should be there in two shakes, innit." [tag] ___________________________________________________________ Win a castle for NYE with your mates and Yahoo! Messenger http://uk.messenger.yahoo.com From queenortart at gmail.com Tue Nov 16 11:08:32 2004 From: queenortart at gmail.com (queenortart) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:55 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Outfitter In-Reply-To: <-4149351270354396558@unknownmsgid> References: <-4149351270354396558@unknownmsgid> Message-ID: > "Mmm...one thing every guardian learns is that you can't count on any one method to be successful. Some things don't go down under bullet fire." Stephanie was unusually serious as she spoke, giving herself a little shake to clear the cobwebs from her head. "Though we'll get you better. A standard thigh holster makes you walk like a duck and doesn't always hold at the best angle for a draw." When the call came through from Sullivan, Joy was thrown by it. With so little information to go on she didn't know what Jethro was saying, she was expecting to stay at HQ, she thought that was already agreed upon, until she had had more training. "Excuse me, I need to just check something, I'll be back in a minute." she said politely to Stephanie. She really didn't want to talk about this over a comms link. She went upstairs to Jethro's office and knocked quietly on the door. OOC - I'm making an assumption that Stephanie will not stop her from going. I've tried to word it so that Joy says nothing specific to trigger things for Stephanie to necessarily want to stop her. From ajventer at gmail.com Tue Nov 16 11:18:13 2004 From: ajventer at gmail.com (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:55 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Outfitter In-Reply-To: References: <-4149351270354396558@unknownmsgid> Message-ID: <7f39e5bc0411160318471521cd@mail.gmail.com> > > When the call came through from Sullivan, Joy was thrown by it. With > so little information to go on she didn't know what Jethro was saying, > she was expecting to stay at HQ, she thought that was already agreed > upon, until she had had more training. > > "Excuse me, I need to just check something, I'll be back in a minute." > she said politely to Stephanie. She really didn't want to talk about > this over a comms link. > > She went upstairs to Jethro's office and knocked quietly on the door. > "Come in" came the voice from inside. When she entered, she saw him sitting behind his desk, his face rested in his palms, he looked up as she came in, the signs of severe stress spread all over his face. She was the one person, he could not hide it from. He smiled half-heartedly, "Er, hey." he said simply waiting for her to speak. tag -- "You have to be on the side of the underdog. Not because he is noble, he isn't, but because he is not the overdog." - Terry Pratchet. A.J. Venter - http://www.silentcoder.co.za From queenortart at gmail.com Tue Nov 16 11:29:37 2004 From: queenortart at gmail.com (queenortart) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:55 2005 Subject: [GOTC] a bit of mercy [tag Gordie, Wendy] In-Reply-To: <7f39e5bc041112033415a1db5e@mail.gmail.com> References: <7f39e5bc041112033415a1db5e@mail.gmail.com> Message-ID: > She came to the cell where Gordie was sitting behind the bars. > ~I have never regretted anything in my life cap, but if I don't do > this tonight... I might have to regret never having done it.~ she > thought to herself as she leaned against the bars. > > "How you holding up kiddo. I assume they told you the deal right... > look I promissed you I would look out for you, and tomorrow I will > plead for you... but it may not be enough..." she bit her lip. > "Just in case you don't get to live past the morning.... I want to > give you something now... " > Sal was shy for the first time she could remember, not so much about > what she was doing, but about why... she wasn't doing this because she > wanted some fun... but... because she wanted to make things more > bearable for this poor boy. > Without another word... she pulled her t-shirt over her head, > revealing her red-lace bra to the world, and began to fumble with the > button on her jeans... Gordie sank down onto the floor, gibbering quietly. Anyone with supernatural hearing would be able to make out individual phrases like "Last meal", "Condemned man." He couldn't take his eyes off Sal, but they were glazed over, focusing somewhere in the middle distance. It was clear his mind whilst wanting to concentrate on the sight of a pretty, if unconventional, girl, was submerged in a plethora of other worries. From ajventer at gmail.com Tue Nov 16 11:37:27 2004 From: ajventer at gmail.com (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:55 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Homecoming In-Reply-To: <20041116090737.30949.qmail@web25705.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> References: <7f39e5bc041115232448ac739a@mail.gmail.com> <20041116090737.30949.qmail@web25705.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <7f39e5bc04111603374f5f1037@mail.gmail.com> > "Bleedin' nutta," Evan said under his breath as he > watched Damiens antics in the vans mirror. Slamming on > the brakes he heard the rear doors crunch shut then > flooring the throttle he followed the bike to the best > of his ability, horns and swerving cars filling the > road around him. Grabbing the mike he checked in with > HQ, "Evan 'ere. Got ya call an we're respondin'. We > ain't far from that gaff so should be there in two > shakes, innit." > It wasn't far. Damien led them out of traffic into the quiets of the suburb and then, as hhe cut into a sidestreet, they could see the smoke curdling just two blocks straight ahead. He stopped the bike, waiting for Evan to catch up and spoke through the window. "That looks bad, nobody else here yet... I don't like going in alone... let's hope the others get here fast." He looked at his partner for a moment. "Dude, stay back I think ,use the shotgun through the window - I don't think you should get out of the van if you can help it... I'll take them head on, I can heal more easilly than you - if you can just watch my back... deal ?" tag -- "You have to be on the side of the underdog. Not because he is noble, he isn't, but because he is not the overdog." - Terry Pratchet. A.J. Venter - http://www.silentcoder.co.za From queenortart at gmail.com Tue Nov 16 11:59:05 2004 From: queenortart at gmail.com (queenortart) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:55 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Outfitter In-Reply-To: <7f39e5bc0411160318471521cd@mail.gmail.com> References: <-4149351270354396558@unknownmsgid> <7f39e5bc0411160318471521cd@mail.gmail.com> Message-ID: > "Come in" came the voice from inside. When she entered, she saw him sitting behind his desk, his face rested in his palms, he looked up as she came in, the signs of severe stress spread all over his face. She was the one person, he could not hide it from. > > He smiled half-heartedly, "Er, hey." he said simply waiting for her to speak. Joy immediately felt contrition for coming up and potentially adding to his stress. "Hey you" she said quietly. "Do we need a Joy/Jethro conversation or a Lieutenant/Commander conversation?" She desperately wanted to walk round the desk and hold him in her arms, but wasn't sure what his reaction would be. From ajventer at direqlearn.org Tue Nov 16 12:00:06 2004 From: ajventer at direqlearn.org (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:55 2005 Subject: [GOTC] a bit of mercy [tag Gordie, Wendy] In-Reply-To: References: <7f39e5bc041112033415a1db5e@mail.gmail.com> Message-ID: <200411161400.06654.ajventer@direqlearn.org> On Tuesday, 16 November 2004 13:29, queenortart wrote: > > She came to the cell where Gordie was sitting behind the bars. > > Gordie sank down onto the floor, gibbering quietly. Anyone with > supernatural hearing would be able to make out individual phrases like > "Last meal", "Condemned man." > > He couldn't take his eyes off Sal, but they were glazed over, focusing > somewhere in the middle distance. It was clear his mind whilst wanting > to concentrate on the sight of a pretty, if unconventional, girl, was > submerged in a plethora of other worries. She gave up after the third button and ripped the blouse open, throwing it to the ground, standing before him. She never wore bra's and now she naked from the waist up. She looked to him seeking a sign that her actions were achieving their goal -were making it a bit easier on him, making him a little happier... but what she saw was incredible fear. The words he were muttering struck her sensitive ears and her face fell, she felt helpless. She wanted so much to help him... In frustration she grabbed the bars, intending to yank on them in a futile attempt to rip them out. Even the guardians can't afford cages made of solid silver, but silver plating is cheap. As her hands closed around the bars, eighty thousand volts of low current ran through her body* and clamped her fingers shut onto the silver locking them in place. The silver burned her palms and the electric current running through her shook her entire body. She could not even scream, she could not breath, her muscles refusing to obey her petrified brain, she fell to her knees, her arms outstretched, her fingers locked around the bars. The silver burned, the current held. Unable to speak she stared at Gordie, her eyes filled with horror, for the first time in her entire life, Sal Dawson was truly afraid. tag Que: Whoever feels like being on CCTV duty as well. *Current and voltage are not the same thing, most electrification systems are high voltage, low current. Voltage refers to the force with which the electrons run through a system, current is the amount of energy there is (literally the number of electrons passing a point in the system per second) Ohms law defines their relationship. The reason why electric security systems are built that way, is that high voltage hurts (it creates heat) but can do little else, high current is what really kills. In a real system, the current that actually flows will be voltage/resistance - the human skin is one of the most electrically resistant substances known - unfortunately under that skin is liquid - so once through the skin (for example by burning) the current will shoot up (lots of force means more electrons get pushed through). At this point in time, Sal is merely feeling the force from the voltage, it's what's causing her muscles to clamp, but the current is only running over her skin, through her actual body (if her skin tears where it contacts the bars) it would kill a human instantly, her lycanism can probably save her there, but now she unable to let go of the silver which may well kill her if she's stuck too long... And that's our basic science lesson meets horror sifi for today (I know some of you knew this already, but it bore explanation just in case). -- A.J Venter Lead Developer, DireqLearn 082 726 5103 http://www.direqlearn.org http://www.direqlearn.org/olce http://silentcoder.co.za From ajventer at gmail.com Tue Nov 16 12:06:35 2004 From: ajventer at gmail.com (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:55 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Outfitter In-Reply-To: References: <-4149351270354396558@unknownmsgid> <7f39e5bc0411160318471521cd@mail.gmail.com> Message-ID: <7f39e5bc04111604063d0c4c46@mail.gmail.com> On Tue, 16 Nov 2004 11:59:05 +0000, queenortart wrote: > > "Come in" came the voice from inside. When she entered, she saw him sitting behind his desk, his face rested in his palms, he looked up as she came in, the signs of severe stress spread all over his face. She was the one person, he could not hide it from. > > > > He smiled half-heartedly, "Er, hey." he said simply waiting for her to speak. > > Joy immediately felt contrition for coming up and potentially adding > to his stress. > > "Hey you" she said quietly. "Do we need a Joy/Jethro conversation or a > Lieutenant/Commander conversation?" She desperately wanted to walk > round the desk and hold him in her arms, but wasn't sure what his > reaction would be. He looked at her and smiled softly. "My people are out there... risking their lives... I fear for them now... is it... is it wrong that perhaps I could do with Joy rather than the lieutennant for a few minutes... is it okay for the commander to reveal his fear ? To ask for support ?" It had come out before he could stop himself. He knew she would be angry that he had kept her here when they were facing the posse, she would see it as a breach of their agreement... but it wasn't reallly. He knew how these people thought, what would be out there was underlings, this was not a chance to shut them down, just a chance to stop one evil, he could not allow her to risk herself now... that would breach his promisse. If she died out there tonight -he would have failed her in so many ways. tag -- "You have to be on the side of the underdog. Not because he is noble, he isn't, but because he is not the overdog." - Terry Pratchet. A.J. Venter - http://www.silentcoder.co.za From queenortart at gmail.com Tue Nov 16 12:54:59 2004 From: queenortart at gmail.com (queenortart) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:55 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Outfitter In-Reply-To: <7f39e5bc04111604063d0c4c46@mail.gmail.com> References: <-4149351270354396558@unknownmsgid> <7f39e5bc0411160318471521cd@mail.gmail.com> <7f39e5bc04111604063d0c4c46@mail.gmail.com> Message-ID: > He looked at her and smiled softly. > "My people are out there... risking their lives... I fear for them > now... is it... is it wrong that perhaps I could do with Joy rather > than the lieutennant for a few minutes... is it okay for the commander > to reveal his fear ? To ask for support ?" > > It had come out before he could stop himself. He knew she would be > angry that he had kept her here when they were facing the posse, she > would see it as a breach of their agreement... but it wasn't reallly. > He knew how these people thought, what would be out there was > underlings, this was not a chance to shut them down, just a chance to > stop one evil, he could not allow her to risk herself now... that > would breach his promisse. If she died out there tonight -he would > have failed her in so many ways. A tear welled up in her eye in empathy for him. She moved round the desk to stand in front of him, and opened her arms to him, offering comfort. "No, Mon Ami, there's nothing wrong with that." she said gently, "Come here..." From ajventer at direqlearn.org Tue Nov 16 13:00:29 2004 From: ajventer at direqlearn.org (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:55 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Outfitter In-Reply-To: References: <-4149351270354396558@unknownmsgid> <7f39e5bc04111604063d0c4c46@mail.gmail.com> Message-ID: <200411161500.30116.ajventer@direqlearn.org> > > It had come out before he could stop himself. He knew she would be > > angry that he had kept her here when they were facing the posse, she > > would see it as a breach of their agreement... but it wasn't reallly. > > He knew how these people thought, what would be out there was > > underlings, this was not a chance to shut them down, just a chance to > > stop one evil, he could not allow her to risk herself now... that > > would breach his promisse. If she died out there tonight -he would > > have failed her in so many ways. > > A tear welled up in her eye in empathy for him. She moved round the > desk to stand in front of him, and opened her arms to him, offering > comfort. > > "No, Mon Ami, there's nothing wrong with that." she said gently, "Come > here..." Gratefully he stood up, and half stepped, half fell into her arms, pulling her tightly to him. "Ah ma Cherie" he whispered. Then he hugged her tightly to him before letting go half stiffly. "Thank you" he said sincerely, then, like a very fast make-up job from the inside, he pasted his commander face on, as Evan's message came through. "Roger that Donnahue, don't get yourselves killed, others are on their way, just slow things down if you can." tag OOC: Mik, if you want to act on Evan's response in Homecoming you're welcome. -- A.J Venter Lead Developer, DireqLearn 082 726 5103 http://www.direqlearn.org http://www.direqlearn.org/olce http://silentcoder.co.za From queenortart at gmail.com Tue Nov 16 13:31:57 2004 From: queenortart at gmail.com (queenortart) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:55 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Outfitter In-Reply-To: <200411161500.30116.ajventer@direqlearn.org> References: <-4149351270354396558@unknownmsgid> <7f39e5bc04111604063d0c4c46@mail.gmail.com> <200411161500.30116.ajventer@direqlearn.org> Message-ID: > Gratefully he stood up, and half stepped, half fell into her arms, pulling her tightly to him. > > "Ah ma Cherie" he whispered. Then he hugged her tightly to him before letting go half stiffly. "Thank you" he said sincerely, then, like a very fast make-up job from the inside, he pasted his commander face on, as Evan's message came through. > > "Roger that Donnahue, don't get yourselves killed, others are on their way, just slow things down if you can." Joy leant back against the desk, She had thought that separating the man from the boss would be straightforward. In the private quarters they would be Joy and Jethro, in his office they would be be defined by their rank, but it didn't seem to be that simple. She took his hand and laced her fingers with his, squeezing it. She smiled at him, rather questioningly. "You want to talk about what's going on out there, or what's going on in there?" she reached out with her hand and caressed the side of his face, before running a finger up to his forehead. "Or do you want to sit back and I'll be here and just wait quietly for you? I'm good for whatever out of those." From mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk Tue Nov 16 13:37:37 2004 From: mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk (Mik Reed) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:55 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Homecoming In-Reply-To: <7f39e5bc04111603374f5f1037@mail.gmail.com> Message-ID: <20041116133737.93798.qmail@web25704.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> >> HQ, "Evan 'ere. Got ya call an we're respondin'. >> We ain't far from that gaff so should be there in >> two shakes, innit." > "Roger that Donnahue, don't get yourselves killed, > others are on their way, just slow things down if > you can." "Ain't plannin' to top, jus' 'ope this lot 've read the script..." > It wasn't far. Damien led them out of traffic into > the quiets of the suburb and then, as hhe cut into a > sidestreet, they could see the smoke curdling just > two blocks straight ahead. "... shit s'like fuckin' Beirut. 'Alf a mo' "Guvnor," and Evan broke the link. > Damien stopped the bike, waiting for Evan to catch up > and spoke through the window. "That looks bad, > nobody else here yet... I don't like going in > alone... let's hope the others get here fast." > He looked at his partner for a moment. > "Dude, stay back I think ,use the shotgun through > the window - I don't think you should get out of the > van if you can help it... I'll take them head on, I > can heal more easilly than you - if you can just > watch my back... deal ?" As the van slid to a halt Evan released the seat belt and hopped out next to Damiens bike, the flak jacket he had neglected to return to Stephanie in his hands. "The boss was just on the dog," Evan said motioning toward the van, "'e reckons the cavalry will be 'ere toot sweet. 'Old on a sec," Evan's features slackened, as he put all of his concentration in to reaching out to the animals around the area, the battle zone was pushing the limits of his range. When he 'came back' he didn't look pleased. "Ain't close enough fer a decent gander, but I reckon it's as bad as it looks if not worse. There's a shit load of bad guys there, teeth, n claws n bullets too. I'll stick wiv yer, is there a plan?" Despite his outward bravado it was obvious Evan was unsure. [tag] ___________________________________________________________ Moving house? Beach bar in Thailand? New Wardrobe? Win #10k with Yahoo! Mail to make your dream a reality. Get Yahoo! Mail www.yahoo.co.uk/10k From ajventer at gmail.com Tue Nov 16 13:45:37 2004 From: ajventer at gmail.com (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:55 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Homecoming In-Reply-To: <20041116133737.93798.qmail@web25704.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> References: <7f39e5bc04111603374f5f1037@mail.gmail.com> <20041116133737.93798.qmail@web25704.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <7f39e5bc04111605451b395cf8@mail.gmail.com> > > "Ain't close enough fer a decent gander, but I reckon > it's as bad as it looks if not worse. There's a shit > load of bad guys there, teeth, n claws n bullets too. > I'll stick wiv yer, is there a plan?" Despite his > outward bravado it was obvious Evan was unsure. > Damien pulled the axe from his back and laid it over the handlebars. "We only got three options, one we drive down this street and probably get taken out by automatics before we're halfway. Two we wait for backup, and risk somebody innocent dying.." his face made it clear he didn't like either of these options at all, "three, you trust me just a tad, get on the back, I think I have a way we can get to a decent place where we can attack from a bit of cover at least, and not be smack in the middle neither... but it'll be a bit of a rough ride to get there." tag -- "You have to be on the side of the underdog. Not because he is noble, he isn't, but because he is not the overdog." - Terry Pratchet. A.J. Venter - http://www.silentcoder.co.za From ajventer at direqlearn.org Tue Nov 16 13:49:20 2004 From: ajventer at direqlearn.org (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:55 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Outfitter In-Reply-To: References: <-4149351270354396558@unknownmsgid> <200411161500.30116.ajventer@direqlearn.org> Message-ID: <200411161549.20282.ajventer@direqlearn.org> > > She took his hand and laced her fingers with his, squeezing it. She > smiled at him, rather questioningly. > > "You want to talk about what's going on out there, or what's going on > in there?" she reached out with her hand and caressed the side of his > face, before running a finger up to his forehead. "Or do you want to > sit back and I'll be here and just wait quietly for you? I'm good for > whatever out of those." > He shook his head. "That sounds really nice, but right now, what I need to do is guide my people in battle... and that means I need to give them my full concentration... perhaps it would be better if... you weren't here right now" his face was pained, it was clearly not an easy thing to say... but he couldn't afford to be emotional, or distracted right now. "But make sure you're armed, if we need to defend this place tonight - I'll need you at your best." tag -- A.J Venter Lead Developer, DireqLearn 082 726 5103 http://www.direqlearn.org http://www.direqlearn.org/olce http://silentcoder.co.za From mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk Tue Nov 16 14:01:55 2004 From: mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk (Mik Reed) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:55 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Homecoming In-Reply-To: <7f39e5bc04111605451b395cf8@mail.gmail.com> Message-ID: <20041116140155.42032.qmail@web25705.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> > his face made it clear he didn't like either of > these options at all, "three, you trust me just > a tad, get on the back, I think I have a way we can > get to a decent place where we can attack from a bit > of cover at least, and not be smack in the middle > neither... but it'll be a bit of a rough ride to > get there." Evan took looking uncomfortable to a new low but nonetheless turned back to the van and grabbed his shotgun, slotting a box of shells in to the flak vests pocket. "I ain't got an 'elmet or nuffink," was the best he could muster as he winced, throwing his leg over the back of the bike and compressing the suspension as his bulk settled on to the seat. [tag] ___________________________________________________________ ALL-NEW Yahoo! Messenger - all new features - even more fun! http://uk.messenger.yahoo.com From ajventer at gmail.com Tue Nov 16 14:15:37 2004 From: ajventer at gmail.com (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:55 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Homecoming In-Reply-To: <20041116140155.42032.qmail@web25705.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> References: <7f39e5bc04111605451b395cf8@mail.gmail.com> <20041116140155.42032.qmail@web25705.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <7f39e5bc041116061521ef86a8@mail.gmail.com> On Tue, 16 Nov 2004 14:01:55 +0000 (GMT), Mik Reed wrote: > > his face made it clear he didn't like either of > > these options at all, "three, you trust me just > > a tad, get on the back, I think I have a way we can > > get to a decent place where we can attack from a bit > > of cover at least, and not be smack in the middle > > neither... but it'll be a bit of a rough ride to > > get there." > > Evan took looking uncomfortable to a new low but > nonetheless turned back to the van and grabbed his > shotgun, slotting a box of shells in to the flak vests > pocket. "I ain't got an 'elmet or nuffink," was the > best he could muster as he winced, throwing his leg > over the back of the bike and compressing the > suspension as his bulk settled on to the seat. > "Where we're going, it wouldn't have helped you anyway, and it aint like I'm wearin' mine neither" Damien muttered before pulling the fuel line open all the way, the rear wheel skidded kicking a trail of gravel up as he went hard across the road. "Hang on dude" he shouted as he lifted the front wheel, onto the opposite sidewalk, next to the building... aim it right, lower front wheel....now. The dirtbike jerked like a mad bull as he took it up the fire escape, and when he spun it round the spiral he could smell rubber burning on the steel. Up the next floor, and again, and then - there he cut it onto the roof balancing it with great care. He stopped for a moment. "Keep your eyes open dude, we don't know that nobodies sniping from up here" he said, then floored it again, he knew the area, the houses and apparentment buildings were built practically against one another, with just a bit of luck... he jumped over the first hole, using every bit of his vampire strength when he yanked the bike upward, felt the tires gripping the concrete beyond the barrier on the next road and kept going... he would need all the speed he could get, that left the annoying problem of not being able to stop and check distances, twice more he made the jumps... the third one loomed ahead, from the noise he knew this would be the last one they had to face, they were practically on top of the fight. It was longer than the others, and they hung in the air for several death-defying seconds before they struck the roof... the gravel strewn roof, one which the bike slid and went flying out from under them, knocking them both on their backsides near the edge. Damien looked up, and saw the roof access door splinter to bits in front of him... something came storming onto the roof... it looked like a big man, he positively loomed as he ducked through the doorway... and his face was hidden... behind a white skimask. tag -- "You have to be on the side of the underdog. Not because he is noble, he isn't, but because he is not the overdog." - Terry Pratchet. A.J. Venter - http://www.silentcoder.co.za From queenortart at gmail.com Tue Nov 16 14:21:16 2004 From: queenortart at gmail.com (queenortart) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:55 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Outfitter In-Reply-To: <200411161549.20282.ajventer@direqlearn.org> References: <-4149351270354396558@unknownmsgid> <200411161500.30116.ajventer@direqlearn.org> <200411161549.20282.ajventer@direqlearn.org> Message-ID: > He shook his head. > "That sounds really nice, but right now, what I need to do is guide my people in battle... and that means I need to give them my full concentration... perhaps it would be better if... you weren't here right now" his face was pained, it was clearly not an easy thing to say... but he couldn't afford to be emotional, or distracted right now. > "But make sure you're armed, if we need to defend this place tonight - I'll need you at your best." Her face fell. "Okay, so you need me to go away. I should have listed that as one of the options." Truth was that option had never even occured to her. She tried and failed not to be hurt, and let go of his hand. She went to the door, torn between asking the question she had come up there for, and running away to be somewhere else to give him privacy. What he said made lots of sense, and her logical side could see the reasons and agree with them, but there was the whole emotional side to deal with. She had to let him get on with it, to give him the space to do so, without being demanding. She'd never meant to be a problem, or to take advantage of their relationship, and she really didn't want to burden him with something else. But the words fell out of her mouth "Why did you need to tell me to stay here? I thought that was what was happening anyway. From ajventer at gmail.com Tue Nov 16 14:35:47 2004 From: ajventer at gmail.com (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:55 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Outfitter In-Reply-To: References: <-4149351270354396558@unknownmsgid> <200411161500.30116.ajventer@direqlearn.org> <200411161549.20282.ajventer@direqlearn.org> Message-ID: <7f39e5bc04111606357d5711c5@mail.gmail.com> > > She had to let him get on with it, to give him the space to do so, > without being demanding. She'd never meant to be a problem, or to take > advantage of their relationship, and she really didn't want to burden > him with something else. But the words fell out of her mouth > > "Why did you need to tell me to stay here? I thought that was what was > happening anyway. > Sullivan looked up, he saw the flash of pain in her face. "Because the situation changed... and I ..." he stopped, that wasn't the true truth was it... "because we think we'll be facing members of the posse. This kind of thing it can only be ground level guys - I can't risk you out there just because it's them... but I had to act anyway, if we learn anything from it... we'll use it. I promissed you, the day we strike them to take them out, you'll be there... but this isn't it." tag -- "You have to be on the side of the underdog. Not because he is noble, he isn't, but because he is not the overdog." - Terry Pratchet. A.J. Venter - http://www.silentcoder.co.za From queenortart at gmail.com Tue Nov 16 15:16:30 2004 From: queenortart at gmail.com (queenortart) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:55 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Outfitter In-Reply-To: <7f39e5bc04111606357d5711c5@mail.gmail.com> References: <-4149351270354396558@unknownmsgid> <200411161500.30116.ajventer@direqlearn.org> <200411161549.20282.ajventer@direqlearn.org> <7f39e5bc04111606357d5711c5@mail.gmail.com> Message-ID: > Sullivan looked up, he saw the flash of pain in her face. > "Because the situation changed... and I ..." he stopped, that wasn't > the true truth was it... "because we think we'll be facing members of > the posse. This kind of thing it can only be ground level guys - I > can't risk you out there just because it's them... but I had to act > anyway, if we learn anything from it... we'll use it. I promissed you, > the day we strike them to take them out, you'll be there... but this > isn't it." She thought for a moment, processing that information. She had to be somewhere else right now, and he had to believe that she was dealing with it. She couldn't let him be distracted by needing to worry about her. They could talk about it later, once the battle was won. "I can't..." She paused feeling pressure building up in her temple, and knew she needed to be calm otherwise she was going to have a blinding headache and be no use to anyone. "I understand." She didn't, but if she let the feeling of betrayal take over then she was lost. She parcelled it up inside. locking it down and sealing it up, and put it away in a corner of her brain marked 'later'. She slapped on a smile, hoping that it reached her eyes. "You do whatever is necessary to keep everyone else safe." You was a terribly convenient word. It could describe each of them, depending on whether an external observer read it as an instruction or a statement. From mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk Tue Nov 16 16:00:45 2004 From: mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk (Mik Reed) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:55 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Homecoming In-Reply-To: <7f39e5bc041116061521ef86a8@mail.gmail.com> Message-ID: <20041116160045.75099.qmail@web25710.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> > "Where we're going, it wouldn't have helped you > anyway, and it aint like I'm wearin' mine neither" > Damien muttered before pulling the fuel line open > all the way, the rear wheel skidded kicking a trail > of gravel up as he went hard across the road. > "Hang on dude" he shouted as he lifted the front > wheel, onto the opposite sidewalk, next to the > building... aim it right, lower front wheel....now. "'Kin 'ell," replied Evan as he grabbed his arms around Damien and shut his eyes tight. > The dirtbike jerked like a mad bull as he took it up > the fire escape, and when he spun it round the > spiral he could smell rubber burning on the steel. > Up the next floor, and again, and then - there he > cut it onto the roof balancing it with great care. > He stopped for a moment. "Keep your eyes open dude, > we don't know that nobodies sniping from up > here" he said, then floored it again. Reluctantly Evan opened up his eyes, glimpsing the world going by through screwed up eyelids. They were on the roof, he fought to keep some kind of watch while trying hard not to look at anything too closely. > He knew the area, the houses and apartment > buildings were built practically against one another, > with just a bit of luck... he jumped over the first > hole, using every bit of his vampire strength > when he yanked the bike upward, felt the tires > gripping the concrete beyond the barrier on the next > road and kept going... he would need all the speed > he could get, that left the annoying problem of not > being able to stop and check distances, twice more > he made the jumps... the third one loomed ahead, > from the noise he knew this would be the > last one they had to face, they were practically on > top of the fight. The howl from the exhaust barely stifled the scream from Evans lips as he felt the ground drop away from below the wheels as the bike went airbourne. His arms locked tight as he concentrated on advanced sphincter control, by the second bout of flight his protestations had deteriorated in to a primal noise. > It was longer than the others, and they hung in the > air for several death-defying seconds before they > struck the roof... the gravel strewn roof, one which > the bike slid and went flying out from under them, > knocking them both on their backsides near the edge. Evan felt the bike tyres try their hardest to grip on the gravelled roof before giving up low siding on to the deck. Evan felt the sharp bite as the gravel went through his thin trousers and pushed in to the exposed skin on his forearms and elbows. > Damien looked up, and saw the roof access door > splinter to bits in front of him... something came > storming onto the roof... it looked like a big man, > he positively loomed as he ducked through the > doorway... and his face was hidden... behind a white > skimask. Bloodied and groaning Evan rolled on to his back, the noise from the access door breaking in to his conciousness. He looked up to see the figure emerge. "'Kin 'ell, 'ees a biggun ain't 'e," he announced, groping for his sawn off while trying to ignore the pain. [tag] ___________________________________________________________ Moving house? Beach bar in Thailand? New Wardrobe? Win #10k with Yahoo! Mail to make your dream a reality. Get Yahoo! Mail www.yahoo.co.uk/10k From jenarey at comcast.net Tue Nov 16 18:39:38 2004 From: jenarey at comcast.net (jenarey@comcast.net) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:55 2005 Subject: [GOTC] a bit of mercy + outfitter=Kitty to the rescue [tag Gordie, Wendy] Message-ID: <111620041839.20346.419A496A00006D1D00004F7A2200761438970A9D 0E020A06@comcast.net> Stephanie glanced up as Joy made her rapid goodbye and near ran out the door, or at least that's what she wanted to do from her body language and the change in her scent and heart rate. Steph's sensitive ears had picked up on the com message, since the first part had been broadcast to everyone anyway, and it didn't take a super genius to figure out why Joy was running off. The rumors about the woman the commander was sweet on and had been seen naked with had been running through the HQ for the last several days. The cat woman shook her head, settlign the bits that Joy had offered onto her workbench so she could start drafting designs for the woman. She hoped that anyone going out to join the battle had sense to stop by if they needed anything, and a quiet desire to help welled in her, though she knew this was her brand of help to give the field guardians the weapons they needed to survive. Briefly her thoughts centered on Damien and she quashed a flood of concern for him, out there in this. he knew what he was doing...or so Stephanie tried to convince herself. He'd be okay...he had to be. She sighed, rolling her computer tray out where she could see the protected screen and began punching in commands on the keyboard, bringing up the design studio she used for facts and figures. As the computer spun up the request the screen flickered with the signs of a power drain from womewhere else in the building. The design team, including Corporal Rizzoli, had done a fairly good job at making the grid within the building strong enough to power just about everything at once, so when it was effected it meant a huge draw was going...somewhere. Stephanie knew she shouldn't worry about it...but...there was that sense of curiosity and she found it hard to resist. Almost without thinking about it Stephanie opened up a link up into the grid watching as the maps of the rooms lit up with usage stats. When it came to the holding cells they lit up like a Christmas tree and the woman blinked. "Ye gads..." The words were soft and she opened a second screen and logged into the security cameras. It was a good thing to be connected, and despite she and Rizzoli's inate competitive natures and opposite animal natures he did try to keep her in the technological loop, since more than one person should always have access to such things...just in case. What came up on the cameras made her blink again, a prisoner and a half naked...who was that girl? From the view she was getting she didn't recognize Sal, but knew holding onto the electrified bars wasn't a good idea. Steph hit her comm unit. "Larry! Chambers! Infirmary! There's a situation in the holding area. Repeat, there's a situation in the holding area, I'm heading that way, but need security personel and medical assistance." Even as she talked Stephanie ran out of her workshop, pushing the door closed behind her and running towards the cells. tag any From queenortart at gmail.com Tue Nov 16 19:30:40 2004 From: queenortart at gmail.com (queenortart) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:55 2005 Subject: [GOTC] a bit of mercy [tag Gordie, Wendy] In-Reply-To: <200411161400.06654.ajventer@direqlearn.org> References: <7f39e5bc041112033415a1db5e@mail.gmail.com> <200411161400.06654.ajventer@direqlearn.org> Message-ID: > The silver burned her palms and the electric current running through her shook > her entire body. She could not even scream, she could not breath, her muscles > refusing to obey her petrified brain, she fell to her knees, her arms > outstretched, her fingers locked around the bars. > The silver burned, the current held. Unable to speak she stared at Gordie, her > eyes filled with horror, for the first time in her entire life, Sal Dawson > was truly afraid. Gordie saw the look in her eyes, and ran forward, but just pulled back in time before he touched her. He remembered high school first response classes and knew that he must not touch her, but he had no idea what to do. There was no broom or anything to try and knock her away from the current like there was in the illustrations in the books. All he could do was shout "HELP" as loudly as he could. He did this repeatedly! From ajventer at gmail.com Tue Nov 16 19:52:55 2004 From: ajventer at gmail.com (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:55 2005 Subject: [GOTC] a bit of mercy [tag Gordie, Wendy] In-Reply-To: References: <7f39e5bc041112033415a1db5e@mail.gmail.com> <200411161400.06654.ajventer@direqlearn.org> Message-ID: <7f39e5bc041116115279a8d122@mail.gmail.com> On Tue, 16 Nov 2004 19:30:40 +0000, queenortart wrote: > > The silver burned her palms and the electric current running through her shook > > her entire body. She could not even scream, she could not breath, her muscles > > refusing to obey her petrified brain, she fell to her knees, her arms > > outstretched, her fingers locked around the bars. > > The silver burned, the current held. Unable to speak she stared at Gordie, her > > eyes filled with horror, for the first time in her entire life, Sal Dawson > > was truly afraid. > > Gordie saw the look in her eyes, and ran forward, but just pulled back > in time before he touched her. He remembered high school first > response classes and knew that he must not touch her, but he had no > idea what to do. > > There was no broom or anything to try and knock her away from the > current like there was in the illustrations in the books. All he could > do was shout "HELP" as loudly as he could. He did this repeatedly! > Sal saw his onrush, saw him hesitate heard him scream through the pain. Battling her own muscular responses and the shearing burn of the silver she manage to squeeze out a few words. "Kick me you idiot... sneakers... rubber soles" The rest of the sentence was lost in a gargle as her mind could no longer override the much stronger electrical impulse clamping her every muscle down. She was jerking violenttly, the silver was weakening her and that increased the impact of the electrical stream on her. In the bits of her mind that still focussed through the searing pain, came the realization that any moment now she would lose all control of her biological functions... funny she thought, that she cared at this time, but she fought with what she had left for that, she so didn't want to piss herself... it was a losing battle however... her eyes found Gordies. ~Kick me you idiot~ she thought again, unable to say it. -- "You have to be on the side of the underdog. Not because he is noble, he isn't, but because he is not the overdog." - Terry Pratchet. A.J. Venter - http://www.silentcoder.co.za From queenortart at gmail.com Tue Nov 16 21:17:53 2004 From: queenortart at gmail.com (queenortart) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:55 2005 Subject: [GOTC] a bit of mercy [tag Gordie, Wendy] In-Reply-To: <7f39e5bc041116115279a8d122@mail.gmail.com> References: <7f39e5bc041112033415a1db5e@mail.gmail.com> <200411161400.06654.ajventer@direqlearn.org> <7f39e5bc041116115279a8d122@mail.gmail.com> Message-ID: > Sal saw his onrush, saw him hesitate heard him scream through the > pain. Battling her own muscular responses and the shearing burn of the > silver she manage to squeeze out a few words. "Kick me you idiot... > sneakers... rubber soles" > The rest of the sentence was lost in a gargle as her mind could no > longer override the much stronger electrical impulse clamping her > every muscle down. > > She was jerking violenttly, the silver was weakening her and that > increased the impact of the electrical stream on her. > > In the bits of her mind that still focussed through the searing pain, > came the realization that any moment now she would lose all control of > her biological functions... funny she thought, that she cared at this > time, but she fought with what she had left for that, she so didn't > want to piss herself... it was a losing battle however... her eyes > found Gordies. > ~Kick me you idiot~ she thought again, unable to say it. There was no way Gordie could just stand there doing nothing, the girl was obviously in serious pain. He aimed for her middle through the bars and kicked her as hard as he could, making sure he didn't touch the bars. She was thrown backwards, and he sprang backwards away from them. "Are you alright? Please talk to me..." he called to her desperately. tag From queenortart at gmail.com Tue Nov 16 21:21:49 2004 From: queenortart at gmail.com (queenortart) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:55 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Just visiting (Frances intro) Tag Muse, Frances, Ratso In-Reply-To: References: <-4570087145122584058@unknownmsgid> Message-ID: > > Muse nodded to Ratso, a little smile teasing her lips at being called doll...somehow it was...nice. "You're welcome. I'm very glad to have you back...maybe we can talk more later." > > "That would be very pleasant indeed Muse - I shall look forward to > it..." Frances smiled broadly, anticipating a splendid gossip session > in the kitchens later on, once there was no one else around. When the call came over the comms Frances switched immediately into Doctor mode, not even waiting for Jessie. She threw her bag onto one of the beds, and looked round for the emergency kit, picking it up and racing down the stairs, thinking as she ran that Jessie might be offended, but she didn't stop to worry. Apologies could come later. Tag From ajventer at gmail.com Tue Nov 16 21:25:48 2004 From: ajventer at gmail.com (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:55 2005 Subject: [GOTC] a bit of mercy [tag Gordie, Wendy] In-Reply-To: References: <7f39e5bc041112033415a1db5e@mail.gmail.com> <200411161400.06654.ajventer@direqlearn.org> <7f39e5bc041116115279a8d122@mail.gmail.com> Message-ID: <7f39e5bc04111613257afb4fc2@mail.gmail.com> > > In the bits of her mind that still focussed through the searing pain, > > came the realization that any moment now she would lose all control of > > her biological functions... funny she thought, that she cared at this > > time, but she fought with what she had left for that, she so didn't > > want to piss herself... it was a losing battle however... her eyes > > found Gordies. > > ~Kick me you idiot~ she thought again, unable to say it. > > There was no way Gordie could just stand there doing nothing, the girl > was obviously in serious pain. > > He aimed for her middle through the bars and kicked her as hard as he > could, making sure he didn't touch the bars. She was thrown backwards, > and he sprang backwards away from them. > > "Are you alright? Please talk to me..." he called to her desperately. Slowly she lifted her head from the floor which it had hit hard. "Holy fuck my head" she groaned, lowering it instantly, staring at him between the mounds of her breasts. Her palms were swollen red from the alergic reaction to the silver. "You took your time... but you saved my life... I was fucking stupid... but... it still counts..." She was sore all over, and she could hear footsteps come rushing down the stairs, people were coming. "Fuckin hell" she said through clenched teeth, it felt like she could never move her fingers again, every muscle had, in five minutes had the equivalent of a several hour work out, she incredibly tired and her head pounded with her accelerated heartbeat. She finally succumbed to the pain, drifting into unconsciousness, she was a lycan, she would heal, but she had to sleep. Her last thought was, "they can't kill him now, it wasn't a setup - he saved a guardians life... I didn't mean to... but... I think I kept my promisse anyway" tag OOC: It has been pointed out to me that Gordie isn't WEARING shoes, that said, a good swift kick is in fact the second safest way to help somebody in such a scenario - you cannot get shocked if contact is brief enough - and that's longer than you imagine. I am not suggesting you take chances with it :) but a good kick like that you can't get shocked with, not long enough to suffer serious harm anyway, least of all on a security circuit, which is designed to deter, not kill. -- "You have to be on the side of the underdog. Not because he is noble, he isn't, but because he is not the overdog." - Terry Pratchet. A.J. Venter - http://www.silentcoder.co.za From ajventer at gmail.com Tue Nov 16 21:44:42 2004 From: ajventer at gmail.com (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:55 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Outfitter In-Reply-To: References: <-4149351270354396558@unknownmsgid> <200411161500.30116.ajventer@direqlearn.org> <200411161549.20282.ajventer@direqlearn.org> <7f39e5bc04111606357d5711c5@mail.gmail.com> Message-ID: <7f39e5bc041116134462b1ed5c@mail.gmail.com> > "I can't..." She paused feeling pressure building up in her temple, > and knew she needed to be calm otherwise she was going to have a > blinding headache and be no use to anyone. "I understand." She > didn't, but if she let the feeling of betrayal take over then she was > lost. She parcelled it up inside. locking it down and sealing it up, > and put it away in a corner of her brain marked 'later'. > > She slapped on a smile, hoping that it reached her eyes. > > "You do whatever is necessary to keep everyone else safe." > > You was a terribly convenient word. It could describe each of them, > depending on whether an external observer read it as an instruction or > a statement. > He looked up at her, he could spare a few more seconds. "Joy... please believe me, I'm not holding you away from them... if it had not been the posse, if it had been anybody else... you would still have been on guard duty tonight... when my people are out there in danger... I have to be the best commander I can be, I owe them that much... they are risking their lives for people who will probably never even know it, they rely on me to keep them safe for as long as I can... it's a sacred trust and I cannot let them down. You remain my lover, but right now, you are also a lieutennant in the guardians and that means - just like any other guardian I have a duty to act in your best interest - and it doesn't include being out there tonight. You don't have the field experience for it, it would be reckless endangering you and your team. I kept all the rookies back tonight, not just you. We can talk about this more tomorrow when the battle is over... right now, I have to be a commander... it's the worst job in the world." tag -- "You have to be on the side of the underdog. Not because he is noble, he isn't, but because he is not the overdog." - Terry Pratchet. A.J. Venter - http://www.silentcoder.co.za From jenarey at comcast.net Tue Nov 16 22:26:47 2004 From: jenarey at comcast.net (jenarey@comcast.net) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:55 2005 Subject: [GOTC] This baby seal walked into a club Message-ID: <111620042226.25612.419A7EA70004A25A0000640C2200761438970A9D 0E020A06@comcast.net> Grace tapped her nail against the edge of her glass, the resulting tone demonstrating it's quality, "and are you suitably impressed?" "If such a place is enough to draw patrons of your caliber, m'dear...then per'aps Ah will open one myself." He gave her a little smile, absently saluting her with the wine glass before taking a healthy sip. "Though per'aps Ah would open such a place in Nawlins herself. Ah rather prefer mah home city." From queenortart at gmail.com Tue Nov 16 22:36:37 2004 From: queenortart at gmail.com (queenortart) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:55 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Outfitter In-Reply-To: <7f39e5bc041116134462b1ed5c@mail.gmail.com> References: <-4149351270354396558@unknownmsgid> <200411161500.30116.ajventer@direqlearn.org> <200411161549.20282.ajventer@direqlearn.org> <7f39e5bc04111606357d5711c5@mail.gmail.com> <7f39e5bc041116134462b1ed5c@mail.gmail.com> Message-ID: > He looked up at her, he could spare a few more seconds. > "Joy... please believe me, I'm not holding you away from them... if it > had not been the posse, if it had been anybody else... you would still > have been on guard duty tonight... when my people are out there in > danger... I have to be the best commander I can be, I owe them that > much... they are risking their lives for people who will probably > never even know it, > they rely on me to keep them safe for as long as I can... it's a > sacred trust and I cannot let them down. You remain my lover, but > right now, you are also a lieutennant in the guardians and that means > - just like any other guardian I have a duty to act in your best > interest - and it doesn't include being out there tonight. You don't > have the field experience for it, it would > be reckless endangering you and your team. I kept all the rookies back > tonight, not just you. We can talk about this more tomorrow when the > battle is over... right now, I have to be a commander... it's the > worst job in the world." "I do understand that, or at least I understand as much as I can." She felt really awful now, seeing that her knee jerk reaction had made everything much much worse, she should try and make it better. "I'm sorry I shouldn't have come up here, I misunderstood what you were saying. You already told me I should stay here. I'm going away now, you have to do your job. I'm extremely sorry, I made a mistake, I'll never ever do it again. We'll talk later..." She smiled an apologetic smile, and left. From queenortart at gmail.com Tue Nov 16 22:41:20 2004 From: queenortart at gmail.com (queenortart) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:55 2005 Subject: [GOTC] a bit of mercy [tag Gordie, Wendy] In-Reply-To: <7f39e5bc04111613257afb4fc2@mail.gmail.com> References: <7f39e5bc041112033415a1db5e@mail.gmail.com> <200411161400.06654.ajventer@direqlearn.org> <7f39e5bc041116115279a8d122@mail.gmail.com> <7f39e5bc04111613257afb4fc2@mail.gmail.com> Message-ID: > Slowly she lifted her head from the floor which it had hit hard. > "Holy fuck my head" she groaned, lowering it instantly, staring at him > between the mounds of her breasts. Her palms were swollen red from the > alergic reaction to the silver. > "You took your time... but you saved my life... I was fucking > stupid... but... it still counts..." > > She was sore all over, and she could hear footsteps come rushing down > the stairs, people were coming. "Fuckin hell" she said through > clenched teeth, it felt like she could never move her fingers again, > every muscle had, in five minutes had the equivalent of a several hour > work out, she incredibly tired and her head pounded with her > accelerated heartbeat. > > She finally succumbed to the pain, drifting into unconsciousness, she > was a lycan, she would heal, but she had to sleep. Her last thought > was, "they can't kill him now, it wasn't a setup - he saved a > guardians life... I didn't mean to... but... I think I kept my > promisse anyway" As the first people came throught the door Gordie shouted to them "Please, help her, she's been electrocuted, I didn't know what else to do..." OOC - leaving it as open as I can for people to arrive. From jenarey at comcast.net Tue Nov 16 22:56:11 2004 From: jenarey at comcast.net (jenarey@comcast.net) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:55 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Just visiting (Frances intro) Tag Muse, Frances, Ratso Message-ID: <111620042256.22575.419A858B00053BE20000582F2200750330970A9D 0E020A06@comcast.net> When the call came over the comms Frances switched immediately into Doctor mode, not even waiting for Jessie. She threw her bag onto one of the beds, and looked round for the emergency kit, picking it up and racing down the stairs, thinking as she ran that Jessie might be offended, but she didn't stop to worry. Apologies could come later. Muse blinked as several messages piled on one after another. One from the cat woman, one from the commander...and all sounding like it was time to get back to the kitchen where it was safe. She chided herself for even thinking such things when she realized she was doing it. She coudln't complain about always being left in the dark when she ran and hid all the time...least...she shouldn't. She looked to Ratso, eyes slightly wide. "Is...should...what do we do now?" From jenarey at comcast.net Tue Nov 16 22:58:25 2004 From: jenarey at comcast.net (jenarey@comcast.net) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:55 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Family Matters Message-ID: <111620042258.7949.419A8610000DE1B400001F0D2205886172970A9D0 E020A06@comcast.net> Morganis was looking at Marie intently as she asked her question, and listening to the answer that came, when the commanders voice broke through on her comlink. "We have to go... sounds bad... what do you suggest we do about Mr. Wonderdad here ?" Marie blinked as the call came through, disrupting the next question she was about to ask. She fell quiet and listened then looked to Morgan even as he looked to her. "Leave him. If he's really as repentant as he says he'll still be here when we return. Otherwise..." She shrugged, starting to rise to her feet and giving Meg's father a sympathetic look. It was hard being a slave to such an addiction. "He doesn't know much more about us than she knew anyway." From ajventer at direqlearn.org Wed Nov 17 07:13:30 2004 From: ajventer at direqlearn.org (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:55 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Homecoming In-Reply-To: <20041116160045.75099.qmail@web25710.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> References: <20041116160045.75099.qmail@web25710.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <200411170913.31186.ajventer@direqlearn.org> > > Damien looked up, and saw the roof access door > > splinter to bits in front of him... something came > > storming onto the roof... it looked like a big man, > > he positively loomed as he ducked through the > > doorway... and his face was hidden... behind a white > > skimask. > > Bloodied and groaning Evan rolled on to his back, the > noise from the access door breaking in to his > conciousness. He looked up to see the figure emerge. > "'Kin 'ell, 'ees a biggun ain't 'e," he announced, > groping for his sawn off while trying to ignore the > pain. > Damien looked at the thing. "Dude, I think this fucker watched too many movies" he whispered. The oncoming guy spotted them and despite the mask Damien could feel the burning of his gaze. "A good, some blood will speed up my healing." came a voice. Damien got up, looked the guy up and down and lifted his hands in a peaceful gesture. "Come now dude, no need to be like that. We're the guardians... here to help doncha know." The change in the masked mans stance told him all he needed to know. He reached behind his head, and pulled the axe out of his strap. "Watcha say we bury the fuckin' hatchet... in yer' fuckin skull." The masked man did not respond again, instead, he charged. tag -- A.J Venter Lead Developer, DireqLearn 082 726 5103 http://www.direqlearn.org http://www.direqlearn.org/olce http://silentcoder.co.za From ajventer at direqlearn.org Wed Nov 17 07:26:58 2004 From: ajventer at direqlearn.org (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:55 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Family Matters In-Reply-To: <111620042258.7949.419A8610000DE1B400001F0D2205886172970A9D 0 E020A06@comcast.net> References: <111620042258.7949.419A8610000DE1B400001F0D2205886172970A9D0 E020A06@comcast.net> Message-ID: <200411170926.58967.ajventer@direqlearn.org> > > Marie blinked as the call came through, disrupting the next question she > was about to ask. She fell quiet and listened then looked to Morgan even > as he looked to her. "Leave him. If he's really as repentant as he says > he'll still be here when we return. Otherwise..." She shrugged, starting > to rise to her feet and giving Meg's father a sympathetic look. It was > hard being a slave to such an addiction. "He doesn't know much more about > us than she knew anyway." Morgan nodded. "We gotta go, we'll be back here before dawn... if we don't make it, it means we... didn't make it. If you have an ounce of fatherhood left in you, you'll be here when we get here... you have some amends to make." he said simply. Then he looked to Marie and held out his hand to her. "There's no way I could pursuade you to let me go alone is there ?" he asked, he knew she (probably) wouldn't, but he had to ask, if she said no, he would accept that. Al materialized next them. "Bro, whatcha need me to fuckin' do ? Ya wants I should watch over twinkletoes over here, or stick wi' yous an Miss Slippery-when-wet ?" "Her name my friend, is Marie - I wish you'd stop thinking it's cute to create a sexual connotation in everything you say about women - I mean damnit, it's not like you're ever gonna get any again - you're dead." Morgan caught himself, forced himself to calm down - never let the stress get to you - it made you weak. "I think you should come with us, a bit of spiritual guidance never did any harm... unless of course the lady disagrees - after all she's the official guardian round 'ere." tags -- A.J Venter Lead Developer, DireqLearn 082 726 5103 http://www.direqlearn.org http://www.direqlearn.org/olce http://silentcoder.co.za From mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk Wed Nov 17 12:21:28 2004 From: mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk (Mik Reed) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:55 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Homecoming In-Reply-To: <200411170913.31186.ajventer@direqlearn.org> Message-ID: <20041117122128.1906.qmail@web25703.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> >> Bloodied and groaning Evan rolled on to his back, >> the noise from the access door breaking in to his >> conciousness. He looked up to see the figure emerge. >> "'Kin 'ell, 'ees a biggun ain't 'e," he announced, >> groping for his sawn off while trying to ignore >> the pain. > Damien looked at the thing. > "Dude, I think this fucker watched too many movies" > he whispered. The oncoming guy spotted them and > despite the mask Damien could feel the burning of > his gaze. > > "Ah good, some blood will speed up my healing." came > a voice. > > Damien got up, looked the guy up and down and lifted > his hands in a peaceful gesture. "Come now dude, no > need to be like that. We're the guardians... here > to help doncha know." > The change in the masked mans stance told him all he > needed to know. He reached behind his head, and > pulled the axe out of his strap. > "Watcha say we bury the fuckin' hatchet... in yer' > fuckin skull." > The masked man did not respond again, instead, he > charged. Evan's hand found the shotgun and he cycled a round in to the chamber, unsure if it was shot or slug he knew it was pointless for now, he couldn't risk the blast filling Damien with silver too. Pushing himself up on one knee with a grimace he tried to get round the fights flank so at least he could watch the door for any more suprises. Equally he might be able to win Damien the small edge of a distraction, "ain't I tol' you mate, never tell 'em we're the fuzz, they all 'ate that one." Then in a louder voice, "wot's wiv the mask mister? Phantom kick aht early t'nite?" He tried hard not to look at his arm, if he was lucky he'd get to find out just how bad it smarted come the morning. He let his mental shields down just enough to check out the wildlife in the building, anything did come up those stairs, he'd be pre-warned. [tag] ___________________________________________________________ Win a castle for NYE with your mates and Yahoo! Messenger http://uk.messenger.yahoo.com From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Wed Nov 17 13:15:07 2004 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:55 2005 Subject: [GOTC] a bit of mercy [tag Gordie, Wendy] In-Reply-To: Message-ID: <20041117131507.24391.qmail@web40523.mail.yahoo.com> queenortart wrote: > Slowly she lifted her head from the floor which it had hit hard. > "Holy fuck my head" she groaned, lowering it instantly, staring at him > between the mounds of her breasts. Her palms were swollen red from the > alergic reaction to the silver. > "You took your time... but you saved my life... I was fucking > stupid... but... it still counts..." > > She was sore all over, and she could hear footsteps come rushing down > the stairs, people were coming. "Fuckin hell" she said through > clenched teeth, it felt like she could never move her fingers again, > every muscle had, in five minutes had the equivalent of a several hour > work out, she incredibly tired and her head pounded with her > accelerated heartbeat. > > She finally succumbed to the pain, drifting into unconsciousness, she > was a lycan, she would heal, but she had to sleep. Her last thought > was, "they can't kill him now, it wasn't a setup - he saved a > guardians life... I didn't mean to... but... I think I kept my > promisse anyway" >>As the first people came throught the door Gordie shouted to them "Please, help her, she's been electrocuted, I didn't know what else to do..."<< Larry walked through the door, slowly and deliberately. He saw Sally lying there and picked her up as easily as a child would a toy. "In...fir...ma..ry," he droned to Chambers, who had just rushed through as well. Chambers nodded, then turned to the boy. "What happened here? Why is that girl half-naked? You have some explaining to do, young man!" When Sal had been shocked, Wendy, who had fluttered down onto her shoulder after she'd ripped off her shirt, had been thrown clear. Unfortunately, she'd hit the far wall and had lain there, stunned, for several minutes. Finally she came around. "Did anyone get the license plate of the truck that hit me? Oh, man!" She noticed Larry picking up her friend and fluttered dizzily up to rest on Sal's chest before passing out again. Tag From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Wed Nov 17 13:31:53 2004 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:55 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Family Matters In-Reply-To: <111620042258.7949.419A8610000DE1B400001F0D2205886172970A9D 0 E020A06@comcast.net> Message-ID: <20041117133153.46945.qmail@web40507.mail.yahoo.com> jenarey@comcast.net wrote: >>Morganis was looking at Marie intently as she asked her question, and listening to the answer that came, when the commanders voice broke through on her comlink. "We have to go... sounds bad... what do you suggest we do about Mr. Wonderdad here ?" Marie blinked as the call came through, disrupting the next question she was about to ask. She fell quiet and listened then looked to Morgan even as he looked to her. "Leave him. If he's really as repentant as he says he'll still be here when we return. Otherwise..." She shrugged, starting to rise to her feet and giving Meg's father a sympathetic look. It was hard being a slave to such an addiction. "He doesn't know much more about us than she knew anyway." << "I'll jes' stay here," Connor drawled. "Jes' as safe here as out there anyhow. If ya'll can come back later...I'll think on folks for you to talk to." He took another swig from his bottle, then looked at it sadly. "All gone." Tag From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Wed Nov 17 20:59:30 2004 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:55 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Posse Lycanpire Party Time [tag Jethro, Meg, Sal] In-Reply-To: <20041112112421.58841.qmail@web25704.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <20041117205930.62785.qmail@web40505.mail.yahoo.com> --- Mik Reed wrote: > > "Gabe we got a crisis, massive battle going on, > > involves the posse, down on the east side, take > your > > squad, leave the rookies out of this one I > think... > > If this is half as bad as it feels... I'm sending > an > > all officers... " > > "Will do," Gabe was heading out of the door almost > before Jethro had finished talking, "up date me via > the communication link. Meg, happy we have enough > ordinance on board that Lincoln? Or do you want to > take something a bit heavier?" "If it's those lycanpire things, we'll probably end up doing hand-to-hand," she noted. "Do we have enough bladed weapons, just in case? As to the ords, I have my RPG launcher, and I think that should be enough. Don't want to take out the entire block. Unless it's necessary, of course." She could feel the beast inside her wanting to get out. If things went south, it might get its chance. > > As he let her decide Gabe pressed on his > communicator. > "Sal, sorry about this but it sounds like we have a > major incident and it is likely to be dangerous. Can > you let Wendy know you two will have to miss this > bit. > If you could keep a check on the police band and > help > run the radios from here it would be useful though. > Oh, and the young Lycan is being held until tomorrow > when we will decide what action is appropriate. I am > afraid he has to be in one of the cages. If you want > to go and see him, I am sure he would appreciate it, > please, do not let his apparent innocence lead you > in > to any actions you might regret later though." > > [tag] > > > > > > ___________________________________________________________ > > ALL-NEW Yahoo! Messenger - all new features - even > more fun! http://uk.messenger.yahoo.com > _______________________________________________ > GOTC mailing list > GOTC@lists.herald.co.uk > http://lists.herald.co.uk/mailman/listinfo/gotc > From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Wed Nov 17 21:04:56 2004 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:55 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Just visiting (Frances intro) Tag Muse, Frances, Ratso In-Reply-To: Message-ID: <20041117210456.12670.qmail@web40506.mail.yahoo.com> --- queenortart wrote: > > > Muse nodded to Ratso, a little smile teasing her > lips at being called doll...somehow it was...nice. > "You're welcome. I'm very glad to have you > back...maybe we can talk more later." > > > > "That would be very pleasant indeed Muse - I shall > look forward to > > it..." Frances smiled broadly, anticipating a > splendid gossip session > > in the kitchens later on, once there was no one > else around. > > When the call came over the comms Frances switched > immediately into > Doctor mode, not even waiting for Jessie. She threw > her bag onto one > of the beds, and looked round for the emergency kit, > picking it up and > racing down the stairs, thinking as she ran that > Jessie might be > offended, but she didn't stop to worry. Apologies > could come later. Jessie stayed in the infirmary, getting a table ready and preparing a bed for the injured girl. Tag? From katperk2001 at yahoo.com Wed Nov 17 21:07:55 2004 From: katperk2001 at yahoo.com (Kathy Perkins) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:55 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Just visiting (Frances intro) Tag Muse, Frances, Ratso In-Reply-To: <111620042256.22575.419A858B00053BE20000582F2200750330970A9 D 0E020A06@comcast.net> Message-ID: <20041117210755.91137.qmail@web40511.mail.yahoo.com> --- jenarey@comcast.net wrote: > When the call came over the comms Frances switched > immediately into Doctor mode, not even waiting for > Jessie. She threw her bag onto one of the beds, and > looked round for the emergency kit, picking it up > and racing down the stairs, thinking as she ran that > Jessie might be offended, but she didn't stop to > worry. Apologies could come later. > > Muse blinked as several messages piled on one after > another. One from the cat woman, one from the > commander...and all sounding like it was time to get > back to the kitchen where it was safe. She chided > herself for even thinking such things when she > realized she was doing it. She coudln't complain > about always being left in the dark when she ran and > hid all the time...least...she shouldn't. She > looked to Ratso, eyes slightly wide. > "Is...should...what do we do now?" Ratso smiled and patted her Muse's hand reassuringly. "We do our jobs. I get you back ta da kitchen. When everybody gets back from da mission, dey'll be real hungry. Once I get you settled, I'll go man da horn. Help coordinate tings. Dat's what we do." Tag From queenortart at gmail.com Wed Nov 17 23:38:16 2004 From: queenortart at gmail.com (queenortart) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:55 2005 Subject: [GOTC] a bit of mercy [tag Gordie, Wendy] In-Reply-To: <20041117131507.24391.qmail@web40523.mail.yahoo.com> References: <20041117131507.24391.qmail@web40523.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: > Larry walked through the door, slowly and deliberately. He saw Sally lying there and picked her up as easily as a child would a toy. "In...fir...ma..ry," he droned to Chambers, who had just rushed through as well. > > Chambers nodded, then turned to the boy. "What happened here? Why is that girl half-naked? You have some explaining to do, young man!" "I don't know" Gordie didn't know where to start trying to explain what was going on. He sank to the floor and stopped there on his knees feeling cold and clammy, shaking a little as shock started to set in. > > When Sal had been shocked, Wendy, who had fluttered down onto her shoulder after she'd ripped off her shirt, had been thrown clear. Unfortunately, she'd hit the far wall and had lain there, stunned, for several minutes. Finally she came around. > > "Did anyone get the license plate of the truck that hit me? Oh, man!" > > She noticed Larry picking up her friend and fluttered dizzily up to rest on Sal's chest before passing out again. Frances arrived and took one look at Gordie then moved quickly to Sal. She checked her breathing and pulse then started handing out instructions as though she had never been away. "Get her upstairs NOW to Jessie. I'll be up in a few minutes. Get the power turned off those bars, and fetch me blankets. I need to get this boy checked out and stablised. Move it people." tag From mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk Thu Nov 18 00:05:51 2004 From: mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk (Mik Reed) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:55 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Posse Lycanpire Party Time [tag Meg, Natalia] In-Reply-To: <20041117205930.62785.qmail@web40505.mail.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <20041118000551.75889.qmail@web25701.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> > "If it's those lycanpire things, we'll probably end > up doing hand-to-hand," she noted. "Do we have > enough bladed weapons, just in case? As to the > ords, I have my RPG launcher, and I think that > should be enough. Don't want to take out the entire > block. Unless it's necessary, of course." "I have my katana with me, I think we are all set," Gabe replied, "best get there quickly then." He pressed his communicator one more time, "Natalia, Meg and I are heading for the garage, I am sure you heard Jethro's announcement, can you meet us at the Lincoln, it is just the three of us for this outing." The two of them continued down to meet Natalia in the parking bays. [tag] ___________________________________________________________ Win a castle for NYE with your mates and Yahoo! Messenger http://uk.messenger.yahoo.com From jenarey at comcast.net Thu Nov 18 02:13:39 2004 From: jenarey at comcast.net (jenarey@comcast.net) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:55 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Posse Lycanpire Party Time [tag Meg, Natalia] Message-ID: <111820040213.28379.419C05530001E2DE00006EDB2200734830970A9D 0E020A06@comcast.net> > "I have my katana with me, I think we are all set," > Gabe replied, "best get there quickly then." He > pressed his communicator one more time, "Natalia, Meg > and I are heading for the garage, I am sure you heard > Jethro's announcement, can you meet us at the Lincoln, > it is just the three of us for this outing." > > The two of them continued down to meet Natalia in the > parking bays. From ajventer at direqlearn.org Thu Nov 18 07:00:50 2004 From: ajventer at direqlearn.org (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:55 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Homecoming In-Reply-To: <20041117122128.1906.qmail@web25703.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> References: <20041117122128.1906.qmail@web25703.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <200411180900.50767.ajventer@direqlearn.org> > > Evan's hand found the shotgun and he cycled a round in > to the chamber, unsure if it was shot or slug he knew > it was pointless for now, he couldn't risk the blast > filling Damien with silver too. Pushing himself up on > one knee with a grimace he tried to get round the > fights flank so at least he could watch the door for > any more suprises. Equally he might be able to win > Damien the small edge of a distraction, > "ain't I tol' you mate, never tell 'em we're the fuzz, > they all 'ate that one." Then in a louder voice, > "wot's wiv the mask mister? Phantom kick aht early > t'nite?" > > He tried hard not to look at his arm, if he was lucky > he'd get to find out just how bad it smarted come the > morning. He let his mental shields down just enough to > check out the wildlife in the building, anything did > come up those stairs, he'd be pre-warned. > When the thing started charging at him Damien sidestepped, away from Evan, trying to get his partner clear, to give him room. Judging for the last moment, he jumped high, intending to go over the masked guy's head, maybe send him over the side of the building but the man stopped without a hint overcoming his own momentum with sheer muscle, reached out at lightning speed and grabbed. Damien felt himself stopping even before he became aware of the crushing pain in his leg, the realization that the was being swung by his ankle dawn on him as the ground started going the other way again. The masked man did nothing fancy, he just swung him back down in a high overhead arch slamming Damien into the concrete roof flat-out on his back. Damien could hear his internal organs playing pin-ball in his ribcage. The masked man kicked up, and Damien stared for an eternal moment at the bottom of his heel, he knew exactly what was going to happen - an axe kick, from that height, straight to the face. It would shatter everything in it's way, he'd be out for the count, blind and helpless. Battling for controll he rolled sideways wanting to cringe as he heard and felt the concrete shatter below him. The guy had just cracked a concrete roof with a kick. Damien kicked himself to his feet using his every bit of vampire strength dove sideways, wanting distance between himself and this enemy. The masked man didn't play games, he engaged in no repartee - he killed - effectively and immediately. Damien gripped the axe and began to swing it around and in front of himself in a figure-eight pattern, blurring it with speed a bladed shield. Pushing it out ahead of him he rushed at the masked man... who reached out and caught the axe in mid swing by the middle of the handle stopping it dead. Damien could feel the heat as a few milion Joules worth of kinetic energy suddenly had nowhere to go. But he could hear bones cracking in the hand that did it. This guy was amazingly strong, but he wasn't unbreakable... -- A.J Venter Lead Developer, DireqLearn 082 726 5103 http://www.direqlearn.org http://www.direqlearn.org/olce http://silentcoder.co.za From mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk Thu Nov 18 10:11:26 2004 From: mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk (Mik Reed) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:55 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Posse Lycanpire Party Time [tag Meg, Natalia] In-Reply-To: <111820040213.28379.419C05530001E2DE00006EDB2200734830970A9 D 0E020A06@comcast.net> Message-ID: <20041118101126.67005.qmail@web25701.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> > The two of them continued down to meet Natalia in > the parking bays. Once at the Lincoln Gabe moved the equipment they might need quickly from the boot to the passenger compartment then turning to the others, "Meg, you drive, Natalia, take the front seat, I will sit in the back and keep the loose stuff secure." He knew that the trip was going to be a fast one and wanted to make sure Natalia had the extra security of the passenger airbag. Hopping in to the back he felt the acceleration as Meg took the three of them quickly back out on to the streets. [tag] ___________________________________________________________ ALL-NEW Yahoo! Messenger - all new features - even more fun! http://uk.messenger.yahoo.com From mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk Thu Nov 18 10:18:17 2004 From: mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk (Mik Reed) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:55 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Homecoming In-Reply-To: <200411180900.50767.ajventer@direqlearn.org> Message-ID: <20041118101817.90914.qmail@web25702.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> > Battling for control he rolled sideways wanting to > cringe as he heard and felt the concrete shatter > below him. The guy had just cracked a concrete roof > with a kick. > > Damien kicked himself to his feet using his every > bit of vampire strength dove sideways, wanting > distance between himself and this enemy. > The masked man didn't play games, he engaged in no > repartee - he killed - effectively and immediately. > > Damien gripped the axe and began to swing it around > and in front of himself in a figure-eight pattern, > blurring it with speed a bladed shield. Pushing it > out ahead of him he rushed at the masked man... who > reached out and caught the axe in mid swing by the > middle of the handle stopping it dead. Damien > could feel the heat as a few milion Joules worth of > kinetic energy suddenly had nowhere to go. But he > could hear bones cracking in the hand that did it. > > This guy was amazingly strong, but he wasn't > unbreakable... Evan watched the blurred melee with sickened awe, hitting his comm badge his voice unusually dulled as he broadcast back to base "Evan 'ere, dahn't know what the fuck we've got but we're on a roof top in the war zone an' summit in a mask is kickin' seven barrels of shit aht of Damien, we need 'elp 'ere quick but watch yer backs, all 'ells breakin' loose." As he had been talking Evan slowly manoeuvred himself round to the side of the fight and moved as unobtrusively as he could in on the masked thing, maybe it had assumed Evan wasn't a threat worth bothering with. Maybe he'd assumed right Evan thought with a wry smile, but if he could get the barrel of his shotgun pointed at the monsters knee joint and away from Damien, then pull the trigger... [tag] ___________________________________________________________ ALL-NEW Yahoo! Messenger - all new features - even more fun! http://uk.messenger.yahoo.com From summerstree at gmail.com Thu Nov 18 11:23:24 2004 From: summerstree at gmail.com (SummerTree) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:55 2005 Subject: [GOTC] This baby seal walked into a club In-Reply-To: <6821202010660930538@unknownmsgid> References: <6821202010660930538@unknownmsgid> Message-ID: <7c3ffbb30411180323119bde9a@mail.gmail.com> Grace paused a moment, to engage in small talk invited questions, perhaps questions she would not care to answer. Despite the innocuous conversation she could not afford to forget that her suave companion was in all likelihood a dangerous predator and a threat to her obligations. She chose her question carefully, in terms that she herself would not be afraid to answer. "How long do you plan to stay in New York?" On Tue, 16 Nov 2004 22:26:47 +0000, jenarey@comcast.net wrote: > Grace tapped her nail against the edge of her glass, the resulting tone demonstrating it's quality, "and are you suitably impressed?" > > "If such a place is enough to draw patrons of your caliber, m'dear...then per'aps Ah will open one myself." He gave her a little smile, absently saluting her with the wine glass before taking a healthy sip. "Though per'aps Ah would open such a place in Nawlins herself. Ah rather prefer mah home city." > > > _______________________________________________ > GOTC mailing list > GOTC@lists.herald.co.uk > http://lists.herald.co.uk/mailman/listinfo/gotc > From mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk Thu Nov 18 15:21:59 2004 From: mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk (Mik Reed) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:55 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Re: Homecoming [no tag] Message-ID: <20041118152159.48785.qmail@web25709.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> Morrell keyed the mike to talk to Dundridge out on the perimeter, "go ahead with your report soldier." "Sir," Dundridge replied, "we've had a weird one here, an old plumbers van and some sort of dirtbike pulled up, a white caucasian left the van and got on the dirtbike, the bike then took off up the external staircases towards the roof. We weren't able to ID the rider or pillion further, but it looked like the rider had a big two headed silver axe strapped to his back. We lost them once they got up to the rooftops, but it looked like they were heading towards you." "Guardians," Morrell said, "nothing else would quite match that style." He pronounced the last word with obvious humour. "Anyone left in the van? Any sign of others?" "No one in the van sir, and no, no others. We haven't got a standard car kit, we didn't expect to be doing that sort of thing." Dundridge answered. "You have grenades?" Morrell checked. "Affirmative sir, we'll rig it then," came Dundridges reply. "You do that soldier, and keep those eyes peeled. These lot are like roaches, disturb a couple, you know there will be more lurking around. Out." First these things, then Guardians, thought Morrell. I hope there are more, my men could do with a chance to back off and regroup while two bunches of Godless freaks battle it out together... [no tag] ___________________________________________________________ ALL-NEW Yahoo! Messenger - all new features - even more fun! http://uk.messenger.yahoo.com From jenarey at comcast.net Thu Nov 18 19:01:52 2004 From: jenarey at comcast.net (jenarey@comcast.net) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:55 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Posse Lycanpire Party Time [tag Meg, Natalia] Message-ID: <111820041901.23581.419CF19F000C657E00005C1D2200734830970A9D 0E020A06@comcast.net> Hopping in to the back he felt the acceleration as Meg took the three of them quickly back out on to the streets. Natalia shook her head, peering at the seat belt and feeling like she'd just strapped herself into a death trap. "I still argue that carriages are a better idea." It was the old argument of anyone that didn't often wear a seat belt, was it better to be thrown free to be crushed by the car, or just crushed inside. Her sword rested at her side, ready to sling back as soon as she rose. "I'm getting the idea that this whole thing is trouble, but anyone wanna fill me in on the breed of trouble?" From ajventer at gmail.com Fri Nov 19 08:41:25 2004 From: ajventer at gmail.com (A.J. Venter) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:55 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Homecoming In-Reply-To: <20041118101817.90914.qmail@web25702.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> References: <200411180900.50767.ajventer@direqlearn.org> <20041118101817.90914.qmail@web25702.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> Message-ID: <7f39e5bc041119004177b34974@mail.gmail.com> > Damien gripped the axe and began to swing it around > and in front of himself in a figure-eight pattern, > blurring it with speed a bladed shield. Pushing it > out ahead of him he rushed at the masked man... who > reached out and caught the axe in mid swing by the > middle of the handle stopping it dead. Damien > could feel the heat as a few milion Joules worth of > kinetic energy suddenly had nowhere to go. But he > could hear bones cracking in the hand that did it. > Evan watched the blurred melee with sickened awe, > hitting his comm badge his voice unusually dulled as > he broadcast back to base "Evan 'ere, dahn't know what > the fuck we've got but we're on a roof top in the war > zone an' summit in a mask is kickin' seven barrels of > shit aht of Damien, we need 'elp 'ere quick but watch > yer backs, all 'ells breakin' loose." As he had been > talking Evan slowly manoeuvred himself round to the > side of the fight and moved as unobtrusively as he > could in on the masked thing, maybe it had assumed > Evan wasn't a threat worth bothering with. Maybe he'd > assumed right Evan thought with a wry smile, but if he > could get the barrel of his shotgun pointed at the > monsters knee joint and away from Damien, then pull > the trigger... > Damien felt the force of the axe, it was as immobile as a mountain. "Fuck you" he said through gritted teeth and kicked up, aiming for the mans head, as he expected the masked man reached out with blurring speed and grabbed his ankle in a grip that would have made him scream but for the adreniline. Then he pulled himself up by the axe, the masked man instinctively tightened his grip, held it higher, as he felt it being wrenched, Damien lifted his entire weight by his arms, and then pulled his other leg up, knee to his chest and pumped it out like a pistol. With no more free hands, the masked man couldn't block again - and he struck him dead center in the crotch. A groan escaped the masked man's lips but with incredible self control he didn't fold forward, Damien repeated the process, this time striking him hard in the midrif, winding the man who finally sagged just a bit. Then Damien pulled his arms to his chest, effectively pulling himself higher, getting into reach, bared his fangs and clamped them into the masked man's wrist. When the blood squirted into his mouth he swallowed rapidly, and kept going, taking all he could. He remembered Rollo in the lobby, the power of this blood... he was going to need every bit he could get. He kept his fangs deep under the skin, through the muscles, locked in place. The arm he was hanging by went limp, the axe came free and he fell on his knees, still biting into the wrist, a vampire bulldog. He felt the arm change shape in his mouth, get bigger, get hairier - the thing was morphing. He knew the blow was coming, but he didn't let go. The masked man, in half-where form lashed out with his free paw to the back of Damien's head.... and as Damien's eyes swam with the massive blow he knew what it must have felt like to an ancient soldier who just took a really heavy, perfectly swung morningstar to the back of his helmet. It felt as if his skull had shrunk and was squeezing his brains out through his ears. But he hung on, tenacious as a terrier. The masked man took his free arm over his head, and then swiped from the other side. The powerful paw with it's razor claws struck Damien against the forehead like a bladed sledgehammer, ripping his teeth out of the wrist, through the muscles they were dug into, ripping a hole in the arm as it sent Damien sliding across the concrete. He slid for nearly three metres before the friction stopped him, his axe in his hand. His vision was blurred, and there were red-dots before his eyes. He didn't know it was possible to hurt this much and still be alive... he almost wished it wasn't. He just hoped Evan could get a few shots in, he knew if he got up he would probably collapse he needed time. The blood he had swallowed was coursing through him like the elixer of youth, he could feel it going to work on his wounds, but even lycanpire blood takes time to heal you... tag -- "You have to be on the side of the underdog. Not because he is noble, he isn't, but because he is not the overdog." - Terry Pratchet. A.J. Venter - http://www.silentcoder.co.za From mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk Fri Nov 19 10:49:43 2004 From: mik_gotc at yahoo.co.uk (Mik Reed) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:55 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Homecoming In-Reply-To: <7f39e5bc041119004177b34974@mail.gmail.com> Message-ID: <20041119104943.54210.qmail@web25703.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> > But he hung on, tenacious as a terrier. > The masked man took his free arm over his head, and > then swiped from the other side. The powerful paw > with it's razor claws struck Damien against the > forehead like a bladed sledgehammer, ripping his > teeth out of the wrist, through the muscles they > were dug into, ripping a hole in the arm as it sent > Damien sliding across the concrete. > He slid for nearly three metres before the friction > stopped him, his axe in his hand. His vision was > blurred, and there were red-dots before his eyes. > He didn't know it was possible to hurt this much and > still be alive... he almost wished it wasn't. He > just hoped Evan could get a few shots in, he knew if > he got up he would probably collapse he needed time. > The blood he had swallowed was coursing through him > like the elixer of youth, he could feel it going to > work on his wounds, but even lycanpire blood takes > time to heal you... Evan had been right, the thing hadn't given him a second thought and he had been able to get in to position. As he saw it morph in to part lycan form he realised they were against more of these lycanpire things and knew he had to tell base, quickly he clicked his comm badge to open circuit, he wouldn't have time to do more than just broadcast. He watched Damiens body flung puppet like away across the roof and pulled the shotguns trigger, hand on the pump action he kept the barrel aimed low and cycled as many silver shots as he could in to the lycanpires legs. The radio came to life with the sounds of Damien and the lycanpire fighting, Evan wasn't willing to give his position away before his first shot. The explosion of the shotgun peaked the speaker at HQ and then an unmistakeble voice filled in the gaps between the shots, "it's lycanpires..." "...in, dunno 'ow..." "... eed 'elp 'ere..." [tag] ___________________________________________________________ ALL-NEW Yahoo! Messenger - all new features - even more fun! http://uk.messenger.yahoo.com From queenortart at gmail.com Sun Nov 21 11:51:20 2004 From: queenortart at gmail.com (queenortart) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:55 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Full Moon Campout In-Reply-To: <20041119103701.6605.qmail@web25705.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> References: <20041119103701.6605.qmail@web25705.mail.ukl.yahoo.com> Message-ID: Meg gathered three changes of clothes and a few weapons. After packing her bags, she pulled up a few maps on the internet. Stephanie had outlined the wolf pack's territory, so she knew where NOT to go. Thanks to her searches, though, she was able to find a spot the trio could use. It was a nature reserve, very secluded, and practically deserted this time of year. She loaded the destination into the on-board navigation system in her black Lincoln, then wandered to the diner to sip on some coffee and wait for the others. Michael had left the room on Callum and Meg's heels. He was dressed and urgent to get going. Realising the other two weren't instantly ready to go he had gone to the canteen to wait, drinking coke and tapping his finger impatiently on the table, even raising and pacing occasionally, his internal energy increasing moment by moment. Returning from a trip to the rest room he spotted Meg and strode over to join her.. Callum took the stairs at a gallop, having assembled a bag of stuff. He was kicking himself for still not sorting out any more shoes. He'd grabbed a couple of books of short stories to keep him occupied, a Phillip K Dick and an anthology of classics by H G Wells, Mark Twain, and Jules Verne. He smelt Meg & Michael before he saw them, nodded a greeting at Michael and smiled at Meg. "All ready Hen?" Meg looked up from her coffee at Michael. "Hey, kid. Ready to go? Did you bring any extra clothes or shoes? You might do some damage to what you're wearing, and we won't be wolves all the time, so you might want a coat or something." "All set," he replied but his face took on a more troubled look at her follow up questions, "I, ah, don't have any other clothes here at the moment, your lot supplied these. I didn't realise I might damage them. Is it that sudden?" His last question was full on troubled uncertainty. "It can be, if something happens to make you very angry, or frightened, for example. But if you're changing at night when the sun goes down then you can be prepared for it." Callum wanted to reassure the lad, he remembered begin in the same position. "We'll pick you up some more sweats and stuff on the way out. Would you like to borrow something to read?" Michael looked suprised, "we can just do that? Take more clothes I mean? I figured someone had donated this stuff, that's what made it so bad I might damage them. Do you mean read, like books? I'm not really in to books much. I didn't think we were going to be sitting around like that, I thought, you know." He made vague wolfie gestures before deciding it looked lame and stopping. "Hey laddie, dinnae fash yourself. You can take whatever clothes you need from the store. The budget allows for people to need to break out of whatever they're wearing and destroy it. It happens all the time. If you wanna borrow something to read then you'll be verra welcome. There's a lot of time during the day, when you'll not be in Wolf form you know?" "Meg honey, we should take some gear, camping stove, torches, sleeping bags, things like that. You both wanna help me come down to the store room and pull some things out." Callum sincerely hoped he was coming over suitably as the expedition leader. Or at least as the most experienced wolf amongst them. "Sure thing...Hon." Meg raised an eyebrow in Callum's direction. She had to wonder how many times he'd been camping in his entire life. She was allowing the macho crap for now, because she didn't have the time or the desire to challenge him again, but they'd DEFINATELY have to have a talk after the full moon! Oh hell, he saw the look on Meg's face. It was the same look she'd used at the diner when he'd asked her if she could manage to carry the drinks. He'd only been trying to assert himself and prove his leadership over Michael. Now she looked really pissed at him. As soon as Michael wasn't around he was gonna have to apologise to her. Michael thought this was weird, it sounded more like a camping trip with his dad than the right of passage he'd been expecting. Camping trip with his dead dad that was. Suddenly he didn't feel so chirpy. Callum saw the look on the boy's face. He remembered feeling that way after his own Da was killed. He squeezed the boy's shoulder in a manly fashion. Michael wasn't sure about that, but part of him didn't want to issue a challenge just at this point, he let it go. "Ok, let's get some things." replied Meg. "If we take an SUV, we can sleep in the car, but we'll take a tent just in case. Flashlights and stove are good, too, and sleeping bags. I think there's an emergency kit in the car, with flares and medical supplies, but we'll check with the garage crew. We don't want to do too much hunting. This is a national park we're going to, and too many kills will arouse suspicion. We should take stuff we can use to bring back any meat we don't eat, if there's a lot left. A shovel would be good, too, to bury what's left." "OK, I'll help," replied Michael, eager to get things started. "Right let's get out of here then." Callum led the way down to the staircase, then stood back to allow Meg to go first. "Sorry" he whispered as she passed him. Meg turned and planted a big kiss on his lips. "Forgiven," she whispered. "Just remember who the alpha female is in this pack." She gave him a playful spank on the rear as she raced ahead of him to the storeroom. Callum wondered as he looked at her bounding down the stairs how he'd ever had the luck to end up with a bonny lass like Meg. Then he waved Michael in front of him and followed her down the stairs. Meg hit the storeroom first. Everything was organized neatly and easy to find. She grabbed a cart and picked up a three-man tent, a camp stove, first aid kit, sleeping bags, and blankets. Muse had even made up camp cooking kits with pots, pans, utensils, and ingredients to make some simple dishes. "Hey, Michael, grab a cart, will ya?" she said to the teenager. "We'll need two coolers, ice, milk, eggs, and butter. One good thing about being a werecreature. You burn off lots of calories!" Michael did as he was instructed, amazed at the variety of stores available to just take from the shelves. By the coolers he found an MP3 equipped boombox and figured there wouldn't be any objections to adding it to the pile. Once he had got everything he had been asked for he dutifully followed Meg, in case extra items came to mind. Meg checked over Michael's acquisitions. "Great idea," she said, indicating the MP3 player. "If you don't have discs, you can check over there. I think there may be some music, but I'm not sure what kind. Look around the food, too, and grab anything that looks interesting. Transforming takes a lot out of you." Callum smiled at her, she was really taking the whole lycan experience in her stride. He added in some Mars bars and peanuts, and a whole bag of trail mix. Michael headed across to the music collection but it all seemed a bit mundane. Then he spotted the CD burner and linked PC, that was more like it. He started flicking through the screen, adding tracks and bands, Head Automatica, Rammstein, Lars and the Bastards, Leftover Crack, Hatebreed, Anti-Flag, Mastadon, Cradle of Filth, Dillinger Escape Plan, Dope and finally for some light relief, The Meteors. Michael slid the disk full of MP3's from the machine with a smile of anticipation. There was some rope on the shelves and Callum threw a bundle onto the cart with some crabs and a couple of jumars. He had no plan for them, just that they might be handy. "Looks verra comprehensive Hen, are we done then?" Having put a couple of hand fulls of ding dongs in to the trolley, followed by half a dozen packets of muddy bears a bag of Reeses butter bites and a couple of packs of Swedish fish, Michael looked up at Meg and Callum, "I guess I'm ready." Meg, too, had grabbed a few snacks and thrown them into the cart -- M&Ms, peanut butter cups, and a Cadbury bar. "Let's hit it, then," she said. "I switched us over to a black Hummer so we'd have room for the gear. It's ready to go whenever we are." Carrying what seemed like enough equipment for an army on a months maneouvres the three of them headed down into the car park and away. After about two hours, Meg turned off into a wooded area. She stopped at the guard gate and paid for a two-day pass to camp on the grounds. She drove a good ways further in an attempt to get them as far from civilization as possible. Finally she stopped in a remote area surrounded by trees. "Look good?" she asked the group. "According to the map of the park, there's a stream nearby. I did bring pellets, and we can boil the water, too, so it should be ok. Once the full moon's past, we can use the showers at the front entrance before we head back." Michael looked out at the woodland, something primeval was moving inside him, his skin felt electrified. In all his years he had never really felt driven, that his life had true purpose and he hadn't been ready for that feeling to swell in him now. All he seemed to want was to change and run and hunt. His pulse quickened as he pushed the rear door open and his heightened senses took in the sounds and smells of the surroundings, he could taste the woods on the clean park air. It was all he could do not to stand by the Hummer and howl. His eyes flashed with the feral look of the beast inside him as he looked back at the others, "let's set up, it's going to be dark soon." Callum started pulling some things out of the back of the vehicle and unpacking a tent. He wasn't really anticipating sleeping in it, but they would want the gear somewhere. Most things could stay in the hummer, but a cup of tea would be good before the change happened. Michael had started pulling things out of the Hummer in no particular order but on the third trip realised that Callum was being a lot more selective and tried to stifle his urge to just get the job done. He hadn't been camping before, and didn't actually know what they needed to do. He looked at the other two and tried not to appear overflowing with energy. TBC OOC - think I got it all chaps!! From queenortart at gmail.com Sun Nov 21 12:02:27 2004 From: queenortart at gmail.com (queenortart) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:55 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Sleuths [Tag Stephanie, Callum] In-Reply-To: References: <822953940456948660@unknownmsgid> <7f39e5bc04102401404c8df801@mail.gmail.com> <7f39e5bc04102811081c87aab7@mail.gmail.com> <7f39e5bc0410281210335c8b0b@mail.gmail.com> <7f39e5bc0410281229579504df@mail.gmail.com> Message-ID: When the call came in over the radio Callum looked across at Jay. "Well I think dating artefacts can wait for a bit. Sounds like we're needed elsewhere. Let's roll then." tag From queenortart at gmail.com Sun Nov 21 12:57:16 2004 From: queenortart at gmail.com (queenortart) Date: Sun Jun 26 23:53:55 2005 Subject: [GOTC] Outfitter In-Reply-To: References: <-4149351270354396558@unknownmsgid> <200411161500.30116.ajventer@direqlearn.org> <200411161549.20282.ajventer@direqlearn.org> <7f39e5bc04111606357d5711c5@mail.gmail.com> <7f39e5bc041116134462b1ed5c@mail.gmail.com> Message-ID: Joy walked down the stairs again towards the armoury, thinking hard. She was going to have to find a way to separate the two sides of her relationship with Jethro, that was obvious. Hell she really couldn't do this now, thinking about it was too much, it was all too big. Shooting bad guys, that was simple. She could do that. But she needed weapons. When she reached the bottom of the stairs there was some kind of commotion going on, and she walked quickly over to Stephanie, it looked like there were lots of people dealing with whatever it was that was going on. "I need my guns, do you need me here, or can I just go and collect them?" tag