[Awakening-Superstition] Checklist
The girl brushed a cat unceremoniously off the table and set her coke can it it's place, running over the last few weeks in her mind. A soft bump against her legs and a purr that sounded more like a sputtering car engine trying -and failing- to work distracted her attention downward, to a three-legged flea bitten mangy creature, looking hopefully at her lap. Sighing, she picked up the last unwashed remnant of her trip to greece and placed him on the counter next to the sink. Ignoring the plaintive and raspy mews, she sponged the dirt and filth off his coat, combed out fleas and assorted other nasty things that a cat can get into. The work was almost mechanical, and allowed her to think about what had been going on.
And upside down castle, mirrored and insane. Got a key out of that and a message as well. A warning. Worried worried worried. What should I tell them? What on earth -are- those things? Balam? I suck at research. This blows. Should find a Mysterium. Wait! I have one! Awesome.
The cat struggled, and began to slip free, skillful for having only three legs. She stilled it's struggles with a glance, but it kept up it's stream of grumbling feline curses. She expected no less.
Orders. They seem neat. Conceptually anyway. Do I really want someone over my shoulder all the time, telling me what I can and can't do? Eh.
Mysterium, eeeeh not so much. I like shinies as much as the next guy, but I like _playing_ with secrets and shinies, not so much hoarding them so noone can. Plus spending too much time in an Athenaum library would make my head explode from sheer boredom.
Guardians seem a little too uptight about the protection of the Awakened Society. At times they seem like a religion. A dumb, overzealous, holier-than-thou religion incapable of accepting opposing viewpoints or logical questions. Some are ok, like Gracchus and that chick I met in Nevada... Alecto was it? Bah. Can't remember. Query. What a douche. He shall forever be known as Guardian McGrabbyHands. Secret police and assasins and sentinels I could do, but not with what I've seen to work with.
Silver Ladder... have I met one?
Adamantine Arrows are a bunch of folks I think I could have really gotten along with, conceptually speaking. YOU like to beat the crap out of things? I like to beat the crap out of things! We should hang out! RRrrrf. Sadly, it's far more military than that. While I could totally deal with that and follow intelligent and tactician-savvy orders, I haven't really seen any Arrow who is really capable of giving said orders. So for now, I spose, I'll have to label then as 'friends' rather than 'brothers'.
Free Council. What an odd bunch. They got the freedom thing going on. They got little groups that do their own thing, like beating the crap out of things, researching, being ninja assasins or politicians. They take advantage of all sorts of modern tech, which is also cool as me and my ipod were feeling awfully out of place in Nevada. Man, most of the ones I met were actually really cool, like giant nerds. There was even an 'eco-sabateur' there. Man, was that a great conversation.... Overall, these guys seem pretty cool. Like most geeks they rely WAY too much on their tech, but I really like this Order.
Finished, she wrapped the now-clean cat in a big floofy celtic knotwork pattered towel and dried him off, then sent him off. Returning to the big butcher block table in the kitchen, she grabbed her coke and went over the stock tallies.
And upside down castle, mirrored and insane. Got a key out of that and a message as well. A warning. Worried worried worried. What should I tell them? What on earth -are- those things? Balam? I suck at research. This blows. Should find a Mysterium. Wait! I have one! Awesome.
The cat struggled, and began to slip free, skillful for having only three legs. She stilled it's struggles with a glance, but it kept up it's stream of grumbling feline curses. She expected no less.
Orders. They seem neat. Conceptually anyway. Do I really want someone over my shoulder all the time, telling me what I can and can't do? Eh.
Mysterium, eeeeh not so much. I like shinies as much as the next guy, but I like _playing_ with secrets and shinies, not so much hoarding them so noone can. Plus spending too much time in an Athenaum library would make my head explode from sheer boredom.
Guardians seem a little too uptight about the protection of the Awakened Society. At times they seem like a religion. A dumb, overzealous, holier-than-thou religion incapable of accepting opposing viewpoints or logical questions. Some are ok, like Gracchus and that chick I met in Nevada... Alecto was it? Bah. Can't remember. Query. What a douche. He shall forever be known as Guardian McGrabbyHands. Secret police and assasins and sentinels I could do, but not with what I've seen to work with.
Silver Ladder... have I met one?
Adamantine Arrows are a bunch of folks I think I could have really gotten along with, conceptually speaking. YOU like to beat the crap out of things? I like to beat the crap out of things! We should hang out! RRrrrf. Sadly, it's far more military than that. While I could totally deal with that and follow intelligent and tactician-savvy orders, I haven't really seen any Arrow who is really capable of giving said orders. So for now, I spose, I'll have to label then as 'friends' rather than 'brothers'.
Free Council. What an odd bunch. They got the freedom thing going on. They got little groups that do their own thing, like beating the crap out of things, researching, being ninja assasins or politicians. They take advantage of all sorts of modern tech, which is also cool as me and my ipod were feeling awfully out of place in Nevada. Man, most of the ones I met were actually really cool, like giant nerds. There was even an 'eco-sabateur' there. Man, was that a great conversation.... Overall, these guys seem pretty cool. Like most geeks they rely WAY too much on their tech, but I really like this Order.
Finished, she wrapped the now-clean cat in a big floofy celtic knotwork pattered towel and dried him off, then sent him off. Returning to the big butcher block table in the kitchen, she grabbed her coke and went over the stock tallies.