Scion - IC Thread

[Anaxileah]

This is where the RP will be held once more, in a reboot of the RP and its ridiculously long title. It'll be unlocked on WHENEVER THE FUCK FEZZES DECIDES TO POST BECAUSE HE'S A SHIT. The date was moved from its original release date because we want more RPers and they need time to create their CSs (AND BECAUSE FEZZES IS AN ASSBUTT).

 

[Obi-Wan Kenobi]

Skirnir's Diner, Montana
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5:14 PM, 6th January, 2017
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POV: William Andrew Skirnir
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Bill Skirnir was not a happy man. Not because he was melancholy or anything, but because he was bored. Bored as a damn rock. A particularly bored rock. He'd been, well, tipped off was the only right word, that he'd be getting a 'large group of independent people' arriving in his diner at around 5:50 PM, this day. And this was a week ago. Some tanned guy with a Greek-sounding name. Apostolos? Apostelon? Something like that, he'd come in and said all that, then... Bill wasn't actually sure what happened then. Man probably just left or something. Bill reckoned it was some sort of preplanned party. It didn't even occur to him to question just why these people would be gathering at such a precise time, in such an out-of-the-way location. It'd occurred to him that it hadn't occurred to him, but he passed that off as an ingrained instinct from a lifetime of running this damned diner. He was used to odd things like this. Mostly turned out to be criminal things. He'd learned to keep his head down and pretend he didn't see it looooong ago, especially with who his most regular customers were.
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In any case, he'd also been told that there'd be a group arriving early. A pair, man and a woman. He poked his head around the doorway into the front of the shop. Nobody yet, excellent. He could bask in the heat of the gas heater a little longer. Outside, there was ice on the roads and snow everywhere else, and he wanted no part in that. He was a warm-weather kind of guy, and really had no business living in Montana. He rubbed the back of his neck wearily. "Dad?" a young voice next to him asked. His son, also called William, aged about 17. Family name, see. "Are we going to stand next to the heater forever?" Bill (the elder) sighed heavily, and let the question hang for a few moments. It was difficult, mustering up the energy to do things. He'd fire right into action once he had customers, though. They just needed to arrive. "Well... it is the warmest place in the house," he grumbled out, eventually, stating the obvious rather than answering the question. Bad habit of his. "Why aren't we preparing for the customers? You said they'd be arriving soon." Bill turned his head to look directly at William, his stiff neck protesting painfully. "Son," he drawled, "I don't suppose you know what they're ordering, do you?" William realised his mistake, but wasn't going to give up that easy. Thankfully, his retort was cut off by the tinkling of the door bell. Customers, at last.
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POV: Solfrid Nilsen Sigurdsson
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Ansgar barreled through the door first, only to recoil slightly at the sudden warmth. He reached back and held it open as Solfrid entered, looking back over his shoulder at her. "Thanks, Ans. I would never have been able to open that door myself." Solfrid deadpanned, only to ruin it at the end by giggling. Ansgar rolled his eyes and headed deeper into the diner, while Solfrid threw herself against the door in an effort get it shut quicker. That was a mean wind outside. She turned on the spot to peer quickly at her car, a black McLaren 12C Spider, checking that nothing bad had happened to it in the couple of seconds she'd been facing away from it. "Relax, blondie. Come on, sit down. Let's order some food. I'm seeing a whole bunch of... well actually I'm looking at the drinks menu." At the mention of food, Solfrid's stomach grumbled guiltily, and she just silently made her way to where Ansgar was already sitting in one of those 'eating bays' or whatever they were actually called, near the back. She only really saw him because he stuck his hand out the side of the 'bay' to let her find him.
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An old-ish man was making his careful way towards them, looking-without-looking at Solfrid and plastering his face with a fairly obviously fake smile. She opened her mouth to say something, but the old man got it out first. "Hello! Welcome to Skirnir's Diner, I'm Bill Skirnir, I own the place." he said in a surprisingly youthful tone for someone who looked like he was in his late fifties. Hmm, nice. And that was genuine, too. So, he was one of those people who actually enjoyed this sort of stuff? Or he was just happy to have something to do. Glancing around the diner, there was nobody else around, and the decor was ever-so-slightly run down. Better-looking than a diner miles out from town had any right to be, though. Besides the little 'bays' there was the standard counter with some stools at it. Solfrid snatched up another menu on the table in front of her and looked it over briefly. A lot of meat, here. "What can I get you?" Bill continued, happy as ever. Ansgar was still engrossed in reading the menu, so he hadn't actually noticed that. "Just give us a second, thanks."
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A few minutes later, they'd decided on a bit of a hefty meal - hey, it was a long drive - and were waiting for Bill and, as Bill had called them, 'those rascals Will and Anna' to cook it up. "So, why are we here early, again?" Solfrid asked, brushing a long lock of hair out of her eye for the umpteenth time. "Because if there's something where a whole bunch of other people 'like us' are going to be attending, I want to arrive first. Pretend we're normal and stuff, you can get a read on them. You're good with people." Ansgar said, shifting in his seat. "You brought the bag, yeah?" Solfrid nodded, patting a little bag with most of their birthrights in it, which she'd put under the table. "Yeah, I did. Come on, I'm not a child," she said. "Yeah? Flip for it," Ansgar challenged.
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Solfrid reached into her pocket and pulled out her coin, which was, this time, some kind of five cent coin from somewhere English-speaking, and flipped it up into the air. Before she'd even properly registered it, Ansgar had swiped the coin out of the air and slammed it onto the table, his hand covering it. "Heads or tails?" he questioned confidently. Solfrid stared at him coolly, and let the moment drag on. "Tails," she said, voice betraying nothing. Ansgar moved his hand off the coin, to reveal a gold coin with some kind of script around the edges, and a horse and a rider wielding a spear in the middle. "What?" Ansgar flipped the coin over to reveal a face on the other side, with more script around the edges. "I suppose that's heads, so it was tails," Solfrid declared, grinning. Ansgar sighed and slid the coin back over. "You win. This time." He raised his fist in the air and mock-shook it, mimicking every 60's cartoon supervillain at the end of the episode. "And the last sixteen, I think. Ah! Food has arrived!"
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[Scavenger]

Kyran Brady
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5:35 PM, 6th January, 2017
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Kyran's world at the moment consisted of the slightly fogged over glass in front of his nose, the great throbbing of rotors in his ears, the sticks in his hands and the rocking seat under him. Kyran was letting out a fairly constant stream of curses under his breath as the helicopter was being thrown around in the air, the wind had sprung up out of no where, this was supposed to be an easy flight with no issues and instead he ended up wrestling with all the controls to reach his destination before the large grey clouds above him decided to open and dump, probably snow making asny visuals impossible. He was currently flying at about 150m off the ground scanning outside the window and the GPS that he had attached to the instrument cluster in front of him. He saw the lone building before he saw the road, passing over it once to make sure it was the place he flew a little bit away from the road finding a large desterted area with randomly placed trees and long grass with no one in sight. Reaching up he flicked several switches on the controls above his head before pulling back on the control stick between his legs to level off and kill the forward momentum, the engines dropped to a lower pitch and the blades slowed slightly as the helicopter began to descend. As it descended the helicopter turned to face into the wind as the descent was much less hair raising as the helicopter stopped swaying and the wheels touched the ground. As soon as it touched the ground Kyran let out a sigh of relief and sank back into his seat and pulled of his headset. Placing the headset on a hook next to the chair he shutdown the engines and activated the brakes before unbuckling himself from the seat and climbing backwards into the main cabin. 
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A few minutes later he slid open one of the side doors and climbed out before slamming it shut and locking it. He was wearing dark grey cargo trousers with one of his swords at each hip, he was wearing a dark green T-shirt with an armpit holster under each arm. He pulled on a camoflage jacket before slinging a SCAR-H MK17 LB over his shoulder. Walking away from the helicopter he glanced back before facing forwards and breaking into a jog. It took around 5min for Kyran to run from where he landed the helicopter to the front of the diner, by then his hair was windswept and a light dusting of snow had nestled in it. Kyran checked his watch, which read 5:46, to make sure he was on time, then he closed his eyes momentarily, when he opened them both sword scabbards by his waist had mostly merged with his trousers taking on the colours and sinking in about 3/4 of the way. Additionally to his eyes there where tin strands hanging and linking certain objects one of the most prominent came out of the wall of the diner and linked to a black super car that he hadn't noticed initially. He then pushed open the door and walked to the counter settling on a stool before observing the room.
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[Anaxileah]

||Lady Lali Xinonen and Curator Zeke Cipherous||
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[Collaboration between @Federoff and I]
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The putrid scent of decay filled the never-ending hallways of the Grand Necropolis of Giza, the coolness of the structure's interior a welcome juxtaposition to the harsh heat of the Egyptian deserts outside its walls. These are the standard working conditions for those that reside within the ceaseless corridors of the Necropolis; each day presents the same routine for many of those employed by the curator. They'd rise early, make their way to the Necropolis, tend to the bodies inside the tombs, examine and embalm the newest specimens brought by the people of the city, entomb them and repeat, with the curator alongside them. Today, however, would be an exception to the regular routine that they had fallen into, since the curator was going to take a leave of absence from Egypt for an unknown amount of time. Today would be the destined day of departure for the disclosed location within her father's letter. A day that they have been preparing for years.
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"Lady Lali," Zeke called into the grand structure with a slightly muffled yet relaxed tone of voice, quickly writing down some information pertaining to their schedule on the large clipboard held in his other hand. "Please do not dawdle any longer, we must keep to our schedule if we are to make it to our destination on time." His voice rang throughout the passageways of the limestone structure that made up Giza's Necropolis, echoing back to where Citlali stood beside one of the more recent tombs to be laid out. Her laugh rang out in response, musical in tone, as she leaned against one of the walls and faced a rather amusing elderly woman who had just passed away from a heart attack but had been diagnosed with dementia and Alzheimer's. Her spirit was a soft blue, much like every other spirit Lali greeted, but hers was brighter, and Lali was truly sad to see the poor woman go. At the sound of Zeke's voice Lali turned her head towards the direction of the entrance and sighed before looking back at the woman, who still thought the two of them were in her home, discussing her first love. He brought her comfort, and had probably passed before she had, so Lali nodded and continued with the conversation with a smile before being called away, as mentioned before.
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"It was absolutely charming to speak with you, Mrs. Alevar, but I must be off, and so should you. I'm certain you have someone waiting for you, yes? No need to remain here." Lali spoke soothingly, a sad smile on her face. The woman opened her mouth to speak, closed it, and opened it again before finally nodding and smiling with a tear on her face. "Thank you, Miss. I hope you do, too." The elderly woman closed her dark and baggy eyes with an expression of peace upon her face before dissolving into small bits of flashing light. This occurrence was normal for Lali, so it didn't faze her, but the woman's words stuck with her and she continued to smile. I hope so, too, Mrs. Alevar. Good day. Lali thought to the fading lights before her and proceeded to push herself off the tomb's wall, her high-heeled boots making an echoed click clack noise within the Necropolis as she walked quickly to the entrance that her mentor and friend, Curator Zeke Cipherous, had been standing in front of. While awaiting the inevitable arrival of his companion Zeke deferred back to the parchment attached to his clipboard, a predetermined schedule that was to be followed strictly and to the T. Scattered throughout the clipboard were the fruits of his endless labor for the past few months. Highly detailed notes of exactly where they were going, what was in the surrounding area, etc... Everything that the two would need to know about Montana was all documented and read to be used. Slowly he began to detect the echoed clicking of boots coming from the hallways. It appeared the girl had indeed finished up her work for the day, detecting the fading presence  of a spirit. One of their more recent additions to their mighty collection of bodies within the Grand Necropolis. Soon the clicking ended and the source of the noise was revealed, indeed it had been his charge and employer, Lady Lali herself. 
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"It's not my fault that you seem to collect so many interesting people around this time of year. I happen to enjoy conversing with them, unlike your uptight self." She was dressed in her typical clothing and speaking within her normal mannerisms. She was one of the few people he actually didn't despise the company of. Her concealing attire was a welcome departure from the rest of the world and their obsession with showing as much as possible, just as her actual understanding of intellectual topic and discussion. Lali teased the male covered head to toe before walking up to him and standing before him with a dark, slender eyebrow raised. She wore a long black dress with long sleeves as usual, concealing most of her skin, except for her hands, head, and neck. She wore knee-high boots to conceal her feet and also make her look taller in an attempt to compete with Zeke's height, and her long dark hair was tied back in a long ponytail that trailed down her back between her shoulder blades. Zeke was dressed in his usual garb - the suit in the picture - yet the both of them were perfectly comfortable in the heat of the desert during the beginning of the new year. However he could do without the constant tone of affection and playfulness. 
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"I'm fully aware of the pleasures of being enthralled within a delightful conversation, however do be mindful that we are on the precipice of what you have been preparing years for. We cannot afford to be late for whatever your father has planned for you, it would be quite ill-mannered of us if we were." Zeke countered her playful tone with that of a serious one, not taking kindly to her tease. At the mention of her father, Lali's lips pressed together tightly and she averted her gaze, directing it downward. Glaring at the ground was better than glaring at someone who resembled a machine. After replying to Lali, Zeke motioned towards the taxi for her to get inside, always the gentleman, opening the door for her before entering himself. She hadn't spoken another word to him due to his words, and instead looked outside the window of the taxi. Once inside, Zeke motioned for the driver to go ahead with the plotted course, taking another glance at his schedule. It would be close, but he projected them to have some leisure time for once they arrived within the United States, enough for them to wait for their next vehicle.
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Once the taxi arrived at the Cairo International Airport, the two made their way inside the large set of buildings and to the gate that their plane was at. Riding first class was natural for the two of them, so the trip to  Montana was much more comfortable than the average traveler's, although it required several flights to reach their destination. The flight had been peaceful, quiet, tranquil. Their typical flights consisted of Lali or someone else chatting nonstop. It was true that Lali did know how to keep a intellectual, or sometimes just a delightful, conversation consisting of merit and debate but at other times she was just like the rest of the world. Annoying and unwelcome. He did not hide his discomfort from Lali when such times have occurred and always told her when she was being annoying, but over the years she had indeed gotten better and conversation. Which is what made this flight different. Lady Lali had remained quiet for the duration of the flight, something uncharacteristic of her to do. Strange. Perhaps later he would inquiry her about it, but for now he put the thought in the back of his brain and turned to the present. The silence ended when they reached Lewistown, the city north of where they were meant to be.
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"There aren't any signs, just a road heading in the direction of the city my father mentioned. Are you sure this is it?" Lali looked at Zeke with uncertainty, her gaze flickering between the road they were looking down and the mask of her mentor. Within the minute their next vehicle of transportation would arrive, a simple black car owned by a well-paid stranger. "After you, Lady Lali." He smirked lightly behind his mask as he opened the door for Lali once more. He had always been a believer in questioning everything, however one thing that did not need questioning was Zeke's planning skills. Never once had any trip gone wrong or astray in even the smallest details.  You'd would think she would learn. "We should arrive within the hour, for now we have some time to relax. I suggest we take this time to prepare for what has been planned out." Lali shrugged and stepped into the car, nodding to Zeke and pursing her lips together to stop from talking anymore. The car continued down the road and eventually they reached their location at a slow rate to avoid skidding on the ground because of its ice. Zeke and Lali stepped out of the vehicle and treaded carefully over to Skirnir's Diner's entrance at approximately 5:47, entering the building exactly one minute after someone else had entered. Three other people were present in the diner, minutely bringing up Lali's mood, and the two of them sat across from one another in a booth a little ways away from the others, ordering food from the owner (Bill) quietly.
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Addressed: @Fezzes | Mentioned: @Fezzes @Scaver | Status: Traveling -> Arriving at the Diner | Mood: (Lali) Cheerful -> Irritated/Sad (Zeke) Distant -> Irritated -> Pleased -> Surprised -> Neutral  | Location: Giza, Egypt -> Skirnir's Diner, CITY, Montana | Inventory: (Lali) Dress, boots, amulet, and hidden knives inside both sleeves (Zeke) Suit, general supplies | Notes: Done, hope you like it.
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[Raven Kade]

[FONT= 'courier new'][SIZE= 22px]"Katie Marks"[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[FONT= 'courier new'][SIZE= 14px]5:19 pm, 6th of January, 2017[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[FONT= 'courier new']Kat had been in her car, tucked away behind a stand of trees in a field since three AM that day. She had spent her day patiently watching the diner and it's surroundings, making sure that there was no trap in place. She had been sent her by her mother, but considering her mother's nature that was no reason to be incautious. For all she knew even if her mother had not turned against her, she could be using her to put an end to a situation. No reason to be incautious either way, and she was not going die for a stupid reason after all this time. She had watched the proprietors turn up and open the diner, but she would be more conspicuous if she was the very first to arrive. She did decide that two customers was plenty, though for a moment she weighed undue attention against the possible risk in not being established. She stepped out of away from and out of the shadow the trees cast, and walked around to her car, a small black Mini Cooper with tinted windows. [/FONT]
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[FONT= 'courier new']She went around to the trunk and opened it up, eying the contents. Discarding the larger armaments her eyes flicked to the Kimber eclipse, her favorite weapon. It was preferable for human targets, but considering who sent her here she decided to go with the Mac-10. She took it and a suitable back-sheathe out and strapped it on under her puffy and concealing sweater. She kept it unloaded and put two clips in each of her bicep mounted ammo holsters. She was thankful again for the specialized tailoring in both the holsters and the sweaters to conceal the ammo and the gun, along with making the bulk of the armoring in the sweater look natural. She took out the mid-sized purse and filled it with five more clips, all of which were 9mm hollow point rounds. She put in three frag grenades and two flash bangs to fill out the grenade slots and then closed the false bottom. Over it were all the usual paraphernalia including cash, candy and even some condoms along with other irrelevant but usual junk. She had considered leaving the last out of the usual disguise load for the sheer irrelevancy, but decided that having them there didn't hurt anything. Plus if her bag was searched the implication of being straight would be more likely to help than hinder. Properly loaded up she went around to the front of the car, and drove away on the backroad she had gotten here by.[/FONT]
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[SIZE= 14px][FONT= 'courier new']5:30 pm,[/FONT][/SIZE][FONT= 'courier new'][SIZE= 14px]6th of January, 2017[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[FONT= 'courier new']She pulled around to the front of the diner, and parked next to the Mclaren Spider. When she got out she looked it over and then reached back into the car into a small compartment under her seat for a GPS tracker. She turned towards the diner and pretended to trip and push herself back up off the bottom of the other car, planting the tracker in the process. She did not recognize the vehicle in particular, but she suspected that like her, the owners of this kind of car would not be here unless by necessity. As she approached she deliberately changed her gate and stance, moving from her ingrained prowl to a tired, slow, walk and minimizing her stature. When she walked in the door she was every inch the beleaguered traveler, dressed in a thick and concealing sweater, along with loose jeans. She looked slightly thick around the middle, and walked like someone with no training in movement, which ironically she had had to be extensively trained to do. The only odd part of her appearance was the black leather eyepatch over her right eye. She took a look around that only loosely looked casual before taking a seat in a back corner. When someone she estimated to be the proprietor came to take her order she got a simple black coffee. She only nursed the coffee although she occasionally lifted it to her mouth without drinking. Appearances aside she was not going to trust the food, and so she sat quietly, waving Bill off whenever he came by.[/FONT]
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Spoiler

I'm going to intro Adrienne later, as she is likely going to arrive on the dot if not slightly late.

 

[Scavenger]

Aldwin Haines


5:35 PM, 6th January, 2017


Aldwin sat relaxing in the back of a dark silver mercedes, although he could drive he often found it much more relaxing and easier to just hire a taxi, like the one he currently was residing in. He recieved the notice from his father a week ago that he would need to travel to a diner in the middle of no where. This made Aldwin very suspicious because if his father wanted something he rarely gave more than a days notice so it is likely that this was one of his father's many pranks. On the off chance that it wasn't a prank then It was very likely that some supernatural problem or incident had cropped up recently. Pulling out his phone Aldwin began flicking through various images of the diner and the surrounding area, as soon as he knew where he was going he had begun gathering information on the area and any possible supernatural events that could have caused his father to pass down these instructions. He had people travel out and map the area and he had people follow the proprietor and his family to try and obtain as much information as possible. There had been several odd events recently but they could have been explained by several other reasons instead of the supernatural but all the cases were on his phone just in case. He then arrived to a slightly grainy picture of a man in brown clothing and a beaked mask, it had been sent to him just now, apparently this man had been seen passing through customs at John. F Kennedy international airport and was reluctant to remove his mask, interestingly though there was no record of what he looked like under the mask so he may have bribed his way through customs. As he thought about this new conundrum he laid the phone down in his lap and sank into the seat.


5:49 PM, 6th January, 2017


He looked up as the car pulled to a stop, looking out the window they had arrived at the diner and snow had begun to fall making it slightly harder to see but the illuminated sign still shed enough light to make out the door and the cars sitting out front, one in particular drew Aldwin's eye the mclaren sports car didn't fit outside this style of diner this reduced the probability of a prank, his father didn't like making errors. Through the window he took photos of as many of the number plates as he could see, sending them to a friend in the police who might be able to put names or events to some of the plates. Sighing about leaving the warm car Aldwin checked that the driver wasn't looking before turning off the lights in the back and then thanking the driver for the ride and pushing open the door he melded with the shadow that now encompassed the back. In the same moment he stepped free of the shadow in the porch of the diner. Using his ichor tired him slightly but he had got use to it especially for such a small and calm use of it. Pushing open the door Aldwin stepped through, the back of his jacket fluttering slightly in the gust of warm air. Taking in the room as he walked Aldwin approached the counter next to the waiter and attempted to start up a light conversation a large smile on his face.


Appearance: Aldwin is currently dressed in a thin black suit but with no tie and his coller open.

 
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[CarpeNoctem1213]

[SIZE= 28px]月Owen Reid月[/SIZE]
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5:19 PM Jan 6.
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Owen stared out the windshield of his Dodge Challenger at the snow and ice on the road outside. For once he was grateful for the times he and his "friends" in high school would go out and race whenever the roads got icy, since it had given him enough practice to drive competently on ice. He'd never seen snow like the snow outside, though; he'd never been father north than Stillwater Oklahoma, and no part of Oklahoma was really known for it's snow. He was actually glad he'd taken the time to drive to the meeting his father had told him about, it had given him a chance to see something other than the state he grew up in for once. He wondered for a moment why his father had been so secretive about it, he had completely skirted around most of Owen's questions, and when he did answer it would just be vague half-answers, so Owen really didn't know what to expect going up there.
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Honestly, he still wasn't entirely sure he believed it, his father had shown him proof, but part of him still didn't want to believe it, he supposed. Gods, monsters, magic? He'd grown up in a town with a church on every corner, every one of them claiming to be the right one. His mom, though religious herself, had tried to avoid them, too, being a single mother with kids with different fathers didn't exactly make her an honored guest in the congregation. He shook himself from his thoughts and turned up the volume on the song he was listening to, "War Zone" by World War Me, with a button on the steering wheel and glanced over at the GPS stuck to his dash. He was gonna be pushing it on time, but he'd rather make it there a bit late than not make it at all because he was stuck in a snow drift or in the hospital because of an accident. 
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Owen pulled into a spot next to a gorgeous car that he'd never even seen before. He let out a low whistle, taking a minute to appreciate the thing before grabbing his leather jacket out of his passenger seat and slipping it on. Before getting out of the car, he opened the glove compartment and pulled out a handgun, slipping it into the inside pocket of his jacket. He didn't want to use it, but his father had told him to be prepared for anything. He sighed and opened his door to get out. The cold wind shocked him and he started shivering almost instantly, the residual warmth from his car's heater dissipating almost instantly. He hunched his shoulders and closed his door, which required more force because of the wind, and clicked the lock button on his remote twice. His car honked twice to indicate that it was locked and, satisfied, Owen turned and trudged to the diner, zipping his coat along the way, even though it was only a short trip to the door. 
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[SIZE= 14px]Inside, he shook himself and ran his hand through his hair to get any snow out of it, tousling it even more than the wind did. His slightly tan skin was flushed from the cold as he sat down at a booth near the bar. The waiter, who introduced himself as Bill, the owner, took his order, coffee, an order of hash-browns, and an omelette, and shuffled off, bringing him his coffee a moment later. Owen finally took the time to look around the diner after taking a sip from the steaming mug. Someone else had come him right behind him, a guy dressed in a schmancy suit, and sat at the counter. Owen's green-brown eyes traveled from the counter to the other booths, where a motley crew of other people were sitting, some of whom were obviously trying to keep their distance from the others. He wondered what their deals were, and why in the hell that one guy was wearing a plague mask in the middle of 21st century America. Must be one of those cosplayers, he thought to himself. The bar he worked at saw a lot of those when conventions rolled into town, they dressed funny, but they were nice people for the most part. He continued to look around, absentmindedly turning the ring his father gave him around on his finger.[/SIZE]
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Mentioned: @Scaver @Federoff @Fezzes | Mood: Curious, slightly amused | Location: Skirnir's Diner | Inventory: Clothes, ring, handgun
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[Obi-Wan Kenobi]

[SIZE= 20px]5:40 PM[/SIZE]
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[SIZE= 20px]POV: Jack Sexton Alson[/SIZE]
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Jack, unlike many of his fellow scions, wasn't driving his car. If you'd asked him if he was driving his car, he'd have stared you in the eyes, given you a look that makes you wonder if you're actually an imbecile, then driven off while flipping the bird at you. Instead, he was driving something he liked to call a 'rental'. That is, he'd nicked someone's car. And not just anyone's car. His father-in-law's car. Only just desserts for just how he'd treated Jack after finding out that Jack wasn't his. It wasn't his fault that June had decided to go further than just flirting with the grimly handsome stranger in town. And yet, the bastard had taken it all out on him. Well, eat this, Mickey. How'd you like having your 4Runner stolen? Fuck, that was a weird name. 4Runner? Really, Toyota? The theft wasn't a recent thing, he'd been cruising around for a month or something, now. Mostly going the full reverse of what he used to do.
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It was a hell of a long drive, one that Jack had had to spice up a little by playing some music. Perhaps surprisingly, out of all the things playing at the moment, Jack's choice was some jazz. Not exactly what you'd expect a guy like Jack to be listening to, but there you go. John Coltrane was a legend, and there just happened to be some of him on the radio, so he really wasn't going to say no. Earlier it'd been metal of some description, but a few hours ago he'd felt like switching it up. He took a quick glance at his phone's GPS. Ten minutes to go, apparently. Well, twelve, but he was fine with rounding down. Just meant there was a little more time to enjoy the wonders that the Trane could work with a saxophone.
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5:51 PM
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Fuck yeah! He'd beat the GPS, and just as he'd reached the end of one of the tracks. Couldn't get much better timing than that. Except he was about a minute late, but close enough. He quickly stepped down out of the car and hurried to the door, only paying half a glance to the Dodge and the... he didn't know what that maker was. Just before stepping inside, he took a moment to stop, straighten himself out, and calm himself down. Just bursting inside would make him look too insane, it'd give the wrong impression. So, ordered out a little, he took a deep breath, let it out, checked that his contacts were in on the reflective glass, and pushed open the door. There were four things he noticed immediately. One, how warm it was inside. That was nice. Two, how quiet it was. People weren't talking to each other, except someone in a decent suit who was having a mild conversation with someone who was presumably the owner. Three, the man wearing plague doctor garb for some reason. Cosplayer? Guy just trying to come off as insane? Guy actually insane? And four, holy shit was that man at the counter just openly carrying an assault rifle on his back with what looked like pistols under his armpits? His eyes widened, and he resolved to keep half an eye on what was going on with him, and move over to a seat. Any seat, really.
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And, unconsciously, he'd moved towards the other thing that really captured his interest. That guy with the plague mask. Just four or so booths away. Only when he'd sat down and pushed himself along to put his back to the wall and kick his legs up on the seat did he realise that he actually was hungry. And a little tired. He let out a long yawn, covering it with a hand. The owner came over, and he ordered a coffee along with some sandwiches, because you could never go wrong with sandwiches. With his spare time, he took a moment to just close his eyes for a moment. He earned it, he'd been driving for a little under twenty hours and hadn't slept, because to get here on time, he literally couldn't. Caught up in some other business until, well, about a day ago.
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@Anaxileah @Federoff @Scaver @CarpeNoctem1213 @GlassHeartCass 
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[Raven Kade]

Adrienne Ka'Pulkar
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5:01 pm
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Adrienne hit a hundred miles an hour easily atop her motorcycle, and as she tore through the winding roads she felt her mind switch tracks. She stopped feeling, stopped thinking, her mind instead devoted to functioning faster than most humans could. She swerved with eery precision, avoiding obstacles almost before she could have known they were there, and taking turns faster than physics was strictly happy with. She reveled in the oblivion of speed for a moment, and then she reached for her boon. She reached for even greater speed, and it answered her call. She hit a speed that most land vehicles couldn't survive and coasted, reacting with the barest twitches and slight movements. Then she hit a sharp turn, and even with her sense there was no turning that fast. So she reached for the other portion of her boon, and she Passed through. She curved through the solid wall of rock at the corner of the turn, taking it much wider than would normally be possible. She let her other boon fall away then as well, readjusting to the at best odd sensation of passing through a solid object with the power of something other than herself. As she slowed and her brain started processing things normally again she became aware that her phone was ringing rather insistently, to the tune of Chopin's funeral march. So her mother was calling.
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Ri answered the phone as she dropped to a legal speed limit, triggering the bluetooth under her helmet. Her mothers voice rang through her skull with its usual painful force, but being fair she could not exactly hold it against her fairly. She did anyway, but that was another matter. Freyja barked her orders, something about going somewhere that was for some reason important, the only part of which Adrienne listened to was the directions. Ri rolled her eyes before speaking, "So shall I presume that the business in Seattle that needed my attention was a product of your manufacture?" Freyja's response was, as ever, concise, "That business will be concluded. Make an entrance for once. This could be important.?" Ri hung up and slowed down. When it came to her mother's commands she was a devout follower of the letter, rather than the spirit, of the law. Her Key was exhausted by the effort of that passthrough anyway.
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5:50 pm
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She reached the diner a bare twenty seconds before she was supposed to have arrived. She took off her helmet and shook out her hair before opening the specialized box replacing the secondary seat area. She took the hat she had brought along out and set it on her head before turning to pick out a weapon. She grabbed the battle-axe haft from the side of her bike and the ice-iron blade from her bags, putting them together, and strapping them to her back before turning to the diner. Then she paused for a moment and reached into the saddlebag of her bike for her drawing pad, flipping through it for a moment before settling on a particular image. She called it forth, which called upon her own resources for once, draining her slightly. She walked through the door of the diner, at precisely 5:52, followed by a tiger that came up to her midback. It came up along side her and she placed a hand on its head, leaning on it slightly, before calling out, "So who else was sent here? I am apparently here for some type of meeting, although I can't say you all look particularly organized."
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Spoiler

I stole @Fezzes tag list so blame him if I missed someone, @Anaxileah @Federoff @Scaver @CarpeNoctem1213 She is wearing basic black biker leathers with no markings, along with the battleaxe on her back.


Tiger:

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