You better take a fool's advice, and take care of your own.

Oct 16, 2008 13:17

In Chicago, there are angels. Many, many angels. For the sake of this post, we are focusing on three. And a geek boy thrown in for good measure.

Bambi Dalton is in the park that will eventually devour Chicago whole, smoking and looking more than a little annoyed about life, the universe, and fucking everything. This is mostly because there's been ( Read more... )

michael vaughn, tay barnam, bambi dalton, desmond descant, mitsuki takahashi, andrew wells, bianca de luca

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archangelet October 16 2008, 20:24:26 UTC
And here is a Tay, Andrew. Bored and wandering around and really really wishing for something to do.

Maybe you can get her in on your mission from God.

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hesourhostage October 16 2008, 20:41:16 UTC
Andrew's mission from God (or the Dark Lord Sauron- really, with Andrew, it's hard to say) could potentially require a Tay! Thus why he bounces up to her rather gleefully.

"Tay! I have a question, since, you know, your ward is the guy who runs this whole place. Is there potentially an empty room somewhere around here that could be set aside for the purpose of..." He pauses, trying to figure out the best way to describe this. "...Activities of the roleplaying persuasion."

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archangelet October 16 2008, 21:07:19 UTC
Tay sort of blinks at him for a moment, and then looks... pretty damn horrified. "Oh my god, that's disgusting! Ew! Do not need to hear about this!"

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hesourhostage October 16 2008, 21:13:02 UTC
Andrew blinks. And then he blinks again.

And then it hits him.

See Andrew. See Andrew flail. Flail, Andrew, flail!

"WHAT?! NO! Not like that. I mean, like, literal roleplaying... Please tell you've heard of Dungeons and Dragons?" Because he will explain. He has charts... Or he had charts. Back on the other side of the Rift... Oh whatever, he can improvise.

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stillaboyscout October 19 2008, 21:39:34 UTC
And into the bar that Bianca's sitting in stumbles her haggard-looking ward, his arm held at a strange angle to minimize the pain while walking, his lower lip and part of his chin crusted with dried blood. He hadn't meant to find her here, just to maybe clean up a bit and have a drink before he told her. It's a bit late for that one.

Vaughn's really, really sorry, Bianca.

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asoultosave October 19 2008, 21:55:30 UTC
There is right now, a bartender leaning over the bar and holding an extremely irate 5'2 guardian angel who looks like she's drunk and could probably manage to get still drunker, while still managing to be hopping mad. The barkeep knows her by species, and while keeping a guardian angel from their ward when he's in peril is a dumb thing to do, he's also one of those bartenders who would never send a lady to a fight while intoxicated. Maybe the drinks will dumb the pain. They don't ( ... )

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stillaboyscout October 19 2008, 22:04:06 UTC
Vaughn swallows hard as she approaches. "I... uh..." he tries to find the words to answer her questions, but then she hugs him and all he can do is stand there, trying not to wince because his arm hurts, before slowly hugging her back.

"I'm sorry," he says. "I'm really really sorry. I didn't mean for it to happen."

He really didn't. Really.

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asoultosave October 19 2008, 22:13:19 UTC
Bianca pulls away and sits down on a stool, giving him a look that's somewhere between relief and annoyance and... Just mostly very drunk.

"Do you just.. Have some sort of sign that says, 'I'm a danger magnet, kiddo?" She shakes her head. "No big deal. Shit happens, but it seems to happen to you with alarmin' frequency."

She slaps the bar. "Barkeep, get a drink for the kid here. Somethin' strong-" she whirls on Vaughn, "-you don't get to say no."

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carmine_the_red October 20 2008, 18:23:54 UTC
Andrew's Mission From God (or Sauron) wouldn't require one misplaced ex-Super, would it? Ray was told there was a small gym down in the basement, but he hasn't found it yet. Navigation was never his strong suit, but he feels sheer number of passages down here are a bit much.

And D&D has been one of his guilty pleasures for a long time.

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hesourhostage October 20 2008, 18:54:46 UTC
Oh look, an unfamiliar personage! Andrew wanders over, more out of boredom and the fact that his plan is kinda failing right now, than anything, and... Well new people are cool. And he looks sufficiently geeky, which this place is sadly lacking in.

"Hi! ....Are you looking for something, because I've been up and down these halls and all I have to show for it is, like, the knowledge of where everything is and sore feet."

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carmine_the_red October 20 2008, 19:19:00 UTC
"Um, hi," Ray offers with what he hopes is a pleasant expression. "I heard something about a gym down here?"

Go ahead Andrew, you can blink blankly. Short, pale, and scrawny here probably doesn't look like the sort to hang out in a gym, but do not underestimate the fun of treadmills.

As an afterthought:

"Er, I'm Ray."

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hesourhostage October 21 2008, 16:12:02 UTC
Andrew does, indeed, blink a little bit, but, eh, maybe he's trying to bulk up.

"Andrew Wells. And there's a gym a little ways that way." He gestures with a vague wave of his hand and then makes to continue on his merry little way, stopping briefly, because... Well, here looks like a man who knows the interior of his mother's basement well.... Metaphorically. Or literally. Whichever.

"So, Ray, hypothetically speaking if someone were to hold a Dungeons and Dragons game in this establishment, would you... Be a willing participant?"

Andrew also takes unwilling participants! FEAR HIS BAMBI EYES.

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