All they say is "trust in what is written"

[secondcity_npc]

Characters: NPCs and you!
Time: Various
Location: Various
Content: Questions and answers.
Format: Poster's choice
Warnings: n/a

Comments

The Public Library - History Section

[becauseimboring]

[the_postoffice]

"I doubt you'll find any true answers in there."

He was passing her by her at that moment, a dozen or so yards away and as silent as the grave. He didn't offer any more than that, although he did pause to frown at her - the expression did nothing to lift the weary look in his grayish-blue eyes.

[becauseimboring]

[the_postoffice]

He didn't turn to tell her to stop following her, but neither did he completely give her his full attention. "You're asking me to tell you something that is influenced by specific circumstances." He paused, rounding a corner to find himself surrounded by tall bookshelves brimming with books dating back to the beginning of the twentieth century. "Circumstances that took place in a setting that I was not present to witness."

He stopped then and looked at her askance. "I should be asking you what you know about the Grail from your encounter with the knights."

Sitting in a random windowsill to a random second story window.

[eatdancekill]

[the_postoffice]

A man with a familiar shock of white hair made his way down the street, occasionally stopping to touch his hand against a building or a crack in the sidewalk. But despite the strange ritual, he moved with an unspoken purpose, muttering a word here at a crack in the sidewalk, sighing as his hand brushed a crumbling brick. Eventually, he looked up and smiled, a genial, grandfatherly smile, and gestured to the girl in the window.

"Looking for something, miss?"

[eatdancekill]

[the_postoffice]

He gave a polite clap at her practiced leap and nodded towards a drugstore, circa 1950s, on the corner ahead. "Yes. But to give name to darkness gives it power, gives it strength. So I cannot speak plainly of the subject," he answered. "But if you'll come with me, child, maybe we can come to an understanding over a drink? I believe the place up ahead has an excellent soda jerk in residence."

Baskin Robbins

[iamaman_punch]

It made no sense. At this point, Linkara had nothing else to do - Mechakara was lying low, and he had very few clues to try to put together anymore, since half the puzzle had been dropped in their laps about a week ago by postmen who'd turned out to be famous magicians. Or wizards. Or a whole other mess of things he needed to try to figure out and couldn't quite wrap his brain around.

Terra had once made a comment about ice cream making him feel better.

He was now in a Baskin Robbins.

At least the Rocky Road was good.

[the_postoffice]

A number of passers-by wandered by the front windows - it was almost like a show considering the dozens of different fashions they all sported. But there was nothing comical about the fact that none of the people existed - all of them were wisps of memories, forgotten relics of ages long past.

One person, however, glanced in small shop and paused before turning on his heel and entering, the tiny bell above the door ringing as it swung open.

The tall, dark-haired man crossed the room with the confidence only bred from years as a showman, but stopped a few feet away from Linkara himself. While his genial smile was far more forthcoming than his comrades, there was a fleeting but tired look permeating his expression.

"Can't kill the classics," Copperfield noted with a faint smile.

[iamaman_punch]

He didn't look up when the bell rang. He did, however, look up when he was addressed. He'd heard that voice over the network enough to recognize it; he was still getting used to having a face to put to it. He wasn't surprised to see that face look about as tired as he felt, despite the smile.

"At least some things are the same," he nodded, nudging a chair out with his foot. Conversation with Copperfield might not be such a bad idea.

[the_postoffice]

"Not for long, unfortunately," came the almost jaunty reply as the older man pulled out the chair. It was only up close when the lines around his eyes and the gray at his temples were more apparent that it became obvious that while Copperfield was younger than both of his comrades, he was still a handful of decades older than a good portion of Chicago's citizens. "Cloud Gate was our first none-too-subtle hint."

In a Bar [houdini plz?]

[tinybutfierce]

It had been a hell of a week. Normally Karrin would get a drink in the hotel bar but she wanted to be alone or at least away from the usual people she might see. It's what had brought her to a small bar she had been to a few times with her fellow police offers after work, so it was comforting. She needed that right now because there were just so many things going wrong so quickly. She still hadn't come to terms with why she was even here to begin with.

She nursed the beer as she sat on the bar's edge, making sure her back was NOT to the door. Even though this place felt safe she knew that was nothing more than the familiarity talking. This place wasn't Mac's and therefore it wasn't protected by any accords. She sighed and took a swig of the beer, the puzzle pieces of the week rolling through her head and refusing to settle into a picture she was pleased with.

[the_postoffice]

There was another man in the bar, but he had neither food nor drink in front of him. Instead, he was perusing through a set of papers, his mouth pressed into a solemn line.

[tinybutfierce]

After a few minutes Karrin realized something that had been bugging her for awhile. She looked down the bar at the man who had been there for awhile with several papers and no drink or food. It wasn't like the bar was loud or anything but it still seemed out of place. Now that she was looking at him she realized something else...it was one of the magicians from that meeting.

Karrin got up. She wasn't drunk, thank God, and walked with purpose over to him. Sitting a stool away from him, "I know it's not loud in here but isn't this place a little weird to be doing paper work?"

[the_postoffice]

"Far quieter than a number of places I could name," Houdini replied coolly. "And less likely for someone to find me." He put down the piece of paper he had been looking over, suddenly looking too calm about Karrin's sudden appearance. "Can I help you with anything?"

Cafe, with lunch. Tasty, tasty lunch.

[crownedwithfire]

After the -- bizarre encounter with Harry and Elaine - Nimue? -- Hellboy had no answers, and was only more frustrated as days went by.

He had his notebook -- the one he was filling with information about the city as best he could. Pen in left hands, he went over what he knew, trying to make connections.

It wasn't going to so well.

[secondcity_npc]

It sat across the street, yellow-green eyes severely in the shadows of the alley. Unlike other felines, it did not move from its spot the entire time the red giant sat there.

No, it continued its vigilant watch, only the flicking of its tail proclaiming that it was not a statue at all.

[crownedwithfire]

You know, people get feelings of being 'watched' all the time. Sometimes they're just being paranoid, sometimes they're actually being watched. For Hellboy, it's usually the latter. Sometimes it's some local yokel or a kid, sometimes it's not of this world.

Again, this time it's the latter. It takes him a a few minutes to pinpoint -- not in cafe, not immediately beyond window, oh-- what the crap is that over there?

Finishing his sandwich, he got up, gun heavy on his hip -- he didn't travel unarmed anymore -- as he stepped outside, and stood for a moment, across the street.

It was like some sort of bizarre gunslinger standoff. One might've expected a tumbleweed to blow by and that musical cue from every Western ever to play. But it didn't.

"Here, kitty kitty?" Hellboy said, under his breath. He wasn't sure what it was, or what it meant, but it was there. That meant SOMETHING, he just didn't know WHAT.

[secondcity_npc]

The feline's eyes narrowed, but it did not move from its place in the shadows.

Instead, it quietly said, "I come bearing greetings from the Queen of Air and Darkness." Its voice was silken but there something disturbingly wrong about its tone, never mind the fact that it was abnormally large gray cat speaking in the first place.