Clearly Tom is just associated with the wrong people. Clearly Tom must make an upgrade from them to new people! Thus the reason there is a red headed man standing across from the alleyway watching him with hands tucked inside the pockets of his black trenchcoat. He has a wry smile across his face and a wicked glint to his eyes.
"I don't advise walking 'bout a city without any shoes," the Prince calls out lightly with a note of amusement to his tone.
Pulling out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket he offers it to Tom, brow raising with the amused little smile crossing his face. "Thought you might care for a smoke."
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"Oh and I am serious about, as you so brilliantly put it, this shit."
Tom stares at the smoke. His hand jerks forward, grabs the cigarrette, and is pulled barely in under a few seconds. He doesn't light it yet.
"How can you teach someone to go anywhere they want? Never heard anyone do a thing like that in my land, an' that includes wizards. Seems to mean a bloke like me couldn't ever do it. What's so special 'bout you?"
A very sly smile crosses his face as he taps a cigarette out of the pack into his hand, placing the white little stick at the corner of his mouth and letting it dangle there. "See. There is a thing called the Pattern where I come form. Those of the blood can walk it and gain power over Shadow. Something here changed that when I inscribed it. Anyone with a gift can walk it that is not of my Fathers blood.."
Brand raised his right hand, snapping his fingers and producing a purple flame to light the cigarette. "Noone knows how to walk it but me and I am willing to walk you through it."
It is a great power. And if there's one thing Tom is tired of, it's being where he is. Fighting, scrapping, being at the bottom of the food chain. Some mysterious, possibly mad berk wants to offer him a future...why not?
What does he have tying him here anyway? A few friends, and he can still keep those, can't he? If he can walk this Pattern, well, they won't even know it's him that killed a Godsworn, now would they?
Besides, he's a rat. He can sneak away if he wants to.
Tom surrenders his reservations with a soft, despairing laugh. Why not be mad? The whole world's mad anyway.
"I'm a thief," he reminds Brand. "An' a fighter. Got one or two other tricks, but that's it. You still want that, well...shit. Guess I'm in."
"You should give yourself more credit than that," Brand mused, glancing left and right before letting that sly smile slip across his face again. "How do you feel about...Alexandria, Egypt?"
Taking a puff on the cigarette he let the purple smoke out into a cloud infront of him. "A little warm, yes, but a good location.."
"Good because that is were our headquarters will be." Raising a brow he again blew out a purple ring of smoke. "Should you wish to come along now we can go there or I can give you a way to contact me when you are ready...either are fine with me." The last bit being said with a shrug of his shoulders.
Brand nodded his head, shifting his hand and a tarot style card appearing where they had been none. "My card," he says a little cheeky like.
Offering Tom the card he would notice the oddest thing about it: it was cold. A unicorn in gold on the back facing the right of the card and a picture of Brand upon a white horse on the front. "When you wish to contact me simply stare at the card until a connection is made. You'll know when you have reached me."
Nodding his head once Brand smiled. "My pleasure."
One down...one to go...
"Just remember, when you are ready.." Then he started to fade away leaving a dull sort of rainbow hue in the air where he had been before a breeze picks it up and scatters it away.
"I don't advise walking 'bout a city without any shoes," the Prince calls out lightly with a note of amusement to his tone.
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"Oh and I am serious about, as you so brilliantly put it, this shit."
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"How can you teach someone to go anywhere they want? Never heard anyone do a thing like that in my land, an' that includes wizards. Seems to mean a bloke like me couldn't ever do it. What's so special 'bout you?"
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A very sly smile crosses his face as he taps a cigarette out of the pack into his hand, placing the white little stick at the corner of his mouth and letting it dangle there. "See. There is a thing called the Pattern where I come form. Those of the blood can walk it and gain power over Shadow. Something here changed that when I inscribed it. Anyone with a gift can walk it that is not of my Fathers blood.."
Brand raised his right hand, snapping his fingers and producing a purple flame to light the cigarette. "Noone knows how to walk it but me and I am willing to walk you through it."
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What does he have tying him here anyway? A few friends, and he can still keep those, can't he? If he can walk this Pattern, well, they won't even know it's him that killed a Godsworn, now would they?
Besides, he's a rat. He can sneak away if he wants to.
Tom surrenders his reservations with a soft, despairing laugh. Why not be mad? The whole world's mad anyway.
"I'm a thief," he reminds Brand. "An' a fighter. Got one or two other tricks, but that's it. You still want that, well...shit. Guess I'm in."
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Taking a puff on the cigarette he let the purple smoke out into a cloud infront of him. "A little warm, yes, but a good location.."
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Offering Tom the card he would notice the oddest thing about it: it was cold. A unicorn in gold on the back facing the right of the card and a picture of Brand upon a white horse on the front. "When you wish to contact me simply stare at the card until a connection is made. You'll know when you have reached me."
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"And, ah, cheers for the boots."
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One down...one to go...
"Just remember, when you are ready.." Then he started to fade away leaving a dull sort of rainbow hue in the air where he had been before a breeze picks it up and scatters it away.
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