IC: Fade to Blood, From Light to Shadow to Blood Options

[warrior_allanon]

Monday 17 February 2070, 0813
Rest for the Weary Shelter, London Barrens

"Yes, sausage and eggs would be great," Harry replied. With a grin he then joked, "i guess from the crowd you scramble them instead of make them to order. Maybe some soy caf to go with them, if not i'm sure my guide here would know where to get some."

Harry stood rubbing his hands together, "As for where my guide is showing me, i figure we'll do some touristy stuff to start, but mainly i need her to get me to and from Scotland Yard once a week and around the city for errands on a daily basis."

[ErrosCallidus]

Monday 17 February 2070, 0814
Rest for the Weary Shelter, London Barrens

Sean starts and then smiles when Harry answers the question. Must have good ears, or wizard's ears more like thinks Sean.

"Yes, scrambled are easiest... hmmm, looks like things have settled a little, I'll see if I can get something a little more palatable? How would you prefer your eggs?" He opens a couple fridges and rummages aroudn in the second one. He finally pulls out a couple of brown eggs. He glances at Harry and asks "I've been wanting to ask somebody this for awhile, let me know if it's too personal. How exactly does one become a wizard, mage or whatever?" Sean hides his nervousness about the question by cracking a few eggs into a frying pan. But it's pretty easy to see his hands shaking again. The sounds of eggs frying fills the room like Sean's tension. "Over easy?" he smiles nervously as the delectable smell of burning diffuses through the shelter.

[warrior_allanon]

Monday 17 February 2070, 0814
Rest for the Weary Shelter, London Barrens

"Oh, however you wish to fix them father will be fine with me." Harry responded to being asked about the eggs, to the other question he grinned a touch gently shaking his head. "Father, its honestly something that one is born with. Now, those that have the gift can tell another who does by looking at them in the astral plane, like you were doing earlier when i walked in. The glow i'm sure you saw around me is the indication. If i was to hazard a guess though i would think that yours is more closely related to your religion than anything so it might be wise for you to seek out the brotherhood of Saint Sylvester for more training."

[ErrosCallidus]

Monday 17 February 2070, 0815
Rest for the Weary Shelter, London Barrens

Sean's face noticably hardened when Harry mentioned the word "religion." "My religion doesn't want to know I exist, I've already tried to get help from that direction and got more trouble than I had already... so yes it would be a hazard for you to guess on that account. I've never heard of the Order of St. Sylvester, but then again the Church has many secrets. I've not had any delusions about that."

Sean glances at the rapidly carbonizing eggs and curses, "Damn, sorry dear, let me try again." He smiles forlornly at Valya on his way over to fridge. Fresh eggs in hand he returns to the griddle and continues his conversation with Harry. "I've only recently discovered that I can do things and every time I do them, something worse happens. What's just happened to Ashes is a good example of the results of my, unnatural, abilities"

With a flip of the pan Sean finishes the eggs, sunny side up, and flourishes them onto a plate. He presents them mock triumphantly to Valya. "Here you are my lady!" he exclaims. Turning back to Harry he says "The soykaf is the one thing we can NEVER run out of! There'd be a full scale riot on our hands and I'd be leading it! Right this way sir, and we'll have you your black gold." Sean turns and leads the way back towards the main room and a couple large water boilers with spickets on the front. Though he seems to have recovered from his earlier meloncholy there still an air of weariness and sadness about Sean as he fills two cups full of steaming black soy-kaf.

[warrior_allanon]

Monday 17 February 2070, 0815
Rest for the Weary Shelter, London Barrens

Harry followed the priest into where the coffee urns were kept and drew a cup for himself. "Father i'm sorry, i didnt mean to offend. Most with the ability to use magic that have strong religios leanings have a tendancy to focus their magic in that direction. You mentioned what happened there with the young man you call Ashes, that was you astrally percieving. You were looking into the plane of existance that spirits occupy normally and thus it allows you to see things about people that you normally wouldnt. Control of it will only come with practice and use and i think thats all you probably lack is simple control. If you like i will take the time every morning to come over here and help you with it if you like."

[ErrosCallidus]

Monday 17 February 2070, 0815
Rest for the Weary Shelter, London Barrens.

Sean slowly sipped his soy-kaf, contemplating for a moment before answering. "I should probably be more clear and less on edge. My religion is that of the Catholic Church, currently they would rather I didn't exist or at least stop bothering them with my existance. My faith on the other hand is where these... powers, seem to spring from. And my faith, while connected to my religion, is a deeply personal and complex thing. So you were half right my friend. I would very much like to know more about these things and how to control them." He looks at Harry thoughtfully, "Please feel free to come by anytime as sometimes the mornings are a little more hectic than other times." He laughs and continues, "Though I guess you could see that for yourself!"

Sean looks over Harry's shoulder and calls towards Valya. "When you take this Yank sightseeing, how much would you charge a fresh off the boat Paddy? I've only arrived in town myself and wouldn't mind seeing the sights." He looks back toward Harry, "Of course, that is only if you don't mind an extra tag-a-long?"

[HeySparky]

Monday 17 February 2070, 0816
Rest for the Weary Shelter, London Barrens

Valya answers briefly, still a bit unsettled. She takes the plate of eggs with a grateful murmur, nodding thanks at the priest and the wizard when they both return with mugs of coffee. She answers Sean having barely swallowed. "'Course, Father. You can pay what the wizard's payin'."

She cradles the mug in her hands, leaning back in her chair, plank leaned on the table beside her. She tosses her head, hair flaring, "What's with him?"

Valya looks over at Ashes in the doorframe, the drone bebopping at his feet.

[ErrosCallidus]

Monday 17 February 2070, 0816
Rest for the Weary Shelter, London Barrens

Sean looks sideways at Harry, "...and exactly how much would that be?" The question is left hanging for either Valya or Harry to answer...

Sean continues, "Ashes has had a pretty rough time of it the last few years, occationally it gets to him. I'm not sure what exactly is bothering him today." He thinks for a moment "Sometimes he's up pretty late on the Matrix doing whatever it is he does on it... still, you don't think it's because I was, astrally percieving him was it? Does that hurt if someone does that to you?" He looks at Harry, face stricken with the thought of unintentionally harming his friend.

[warrior_allanon]

Monday 17 February 2070, 0816
Rest for the Weary Shelter, London Barrens

"The more the merrier i say father, though actually the young lady and i hadnt come to a sum yet. I say that since she's showing me around, and since i'm employing her, she does as I say while she's on my nuyen. As it was i was thinking along the lines of 10 nuyen an hour, plus meals, snacks and drinks." Harry shoots the young woman a firm look brooking no nonsense.

[ErrosCallidus]

Monday 17 February 2070, 0817
Rest for the Weary Shelter, London Barrens

"Cagh-oop," Sean spluttered, "That's, uhh, very generous of you sir. Unfortunately, Miss Valya we are sitting in my dining room. You see, I also live here at the Shelter and cash is currently a little tight. Would you take a tag-a-long for 2 an hour? I'm afraid that's the best I can do for now."

"Although," he says with a glint of humor in his eye, "I can offer a warm place to sleep anytime you want it and at least 2 warm meals a day! Right here in my house!" He finishes with a grandiose sweep of his arm encompassing the shelter in all it's run down, broken, dirty, crowded and noisy glory. "I can even swing a little more private room upstairs, you might have to share a room with Ashes though." Winking at Valya he looks the shelter over to make sure things are running smoothly. Somewhat satisfied he looks back towards Harry, "Where were you planning on going first?"

[Trigger]

Monday February 17th 2070, 08:17
Rest for the Weary Shelter, London Barrens

Ashes listens to the conversation half heartedly as he sits and thinks with Cinder dancing around his feet. Chulain is a mage? And that Yank? Does that mean they are reading my thoughts right now? Do they know what I am thinking? Are they going to turn me into a frog for insulting them? Play it cool Ashton, maybe they will leave you out of their mojo stuff and dealings with wizworms and such....

Ashes moved into the kitchen silently, grabbing a plate of slightly burnt eggs and sitting in one of the corners to eat them. Well, that Harry fellow sure makes magic sound like it si natural and all, but I don't know. The 'trix has all sorts of reports of crazy happenings around spell-slingers...I have to watch my back even more now....

[warrior_allanon]

Monday February 17th 2070, 08:17
Rest for the Weary Shelter, London Barrens

"I dont know, i've never been much of a tourist myself. Probably should see some of the more historic aspects of the city, London bridge, the Tower, Parliment, Trafalgar square. You know, just the stereotypical tourist drek." Harry answered and then leaning in close to the priest, "and i only said that much since she said she would charge you the same as me, i was prepared to pay up to twenty total anyway, so i can cover your part." with that he winked at the father and returned to his scrambled eggs and coffee.

[ErrosCallidus]

Monday 17 February, 2070 0818
Rest for the Weary Shelter, London Barrens

"Oh, thanks!" whispered Sean. He looked quickly around until he spotted Ashes in the corner. He brightened up and called over to him, "Ashes! Would you like to go sightseeing? It would be a good break from all your Matrix running, that stuff will rot your brain!" Sean smiled and waved his friend over, "We've even got a tour guide!" He's pointing at Valya excitedly and smiling ear to ear. "If you want to go, um... when were we leaving?" He looks back toward Valya and Harry questioningly.

[warrior_allanon]

Monday 17 February, 2070 0818
Rest for the Weary Shelter, London Barrens

"After we clean up from breakfast should be sufficient," Wolfgar said before draining the last of his mug and then going over to refill it. "What do you say lass, 10 an hour seem sufficient to you, or are we going to have to dicker over the costs."

[Trigger]

Monday 17th February 2070, 08:19
Rest for the Weary Shelter, London Barrens

Ashes continued to pick away at the breakfast, looking up at Chulain when he asks him to join them for the day wandering London. Sure, why not, wander the city all day that I have lived in all my life..... the sarcastic voice in Ashes head was a mixture of his own and Tony's, but then his sense of friendship to the strange priest kicked in.

"Sure, sounds like fun. Let me get my stuff together and I will join you guys," Ashes said to the priest and Harry as he walked out of the kitchen towards his room in the back of the building.

In his room he cued up his FlySpy and had it join him along with Cinder while he grabbed a messenger bag and filled it with a Medkit, a Survival Kit, a collection of patches, and his satellite link. He checked the Ruger in his coat then returned to the kitchen to join everyone for their outting into greater London.

[HeySparky]

Monday 17 February 2070, 08:20
Rest for the Weary Shelter, London Barrens

Valya mentally shakes her head at both wizard and priest. Nutters. 10 an hour! Probably no tips though. She makes a face at no one, then shrugs and tosses her hair again, Might be fun.

"Right then, let's go."

[ErrosCallidus]

Monday 17 February 2070, 0820
Rest for the Weary Shelter, London Barrens

"Right! Let me get changed into something a little less, attention getting." Sean gestures towards his black priestly garb. "I'll be down in just a second." He fairly bounds out of the kitchen and heads to his room upstairs. As he's passing Ashes, who's coming back downstairs, Sean glances at Ashes' bulging bag and coat pockets. "Moving out?" he asks with a smile, "I'll be down in a sec. Just getting into something a little more practical for walking."

Sean gets to his room and quickly changes into jeans and a button-down shirt. He tightly laces his pair of hiking boots and slides on his leather jacket. He's retained the black and white collar of a priest and his silver cross. As he's headed towards the door he stops abruptly and turns back to chest of drawers. He pulls an unassuming wooden box from the top drawer and draws a teakwood rosary from it. It goes into a pocket of his jacket. He also pulls out a rare trid pic that's actually printed on paper. He turns to go, still staring at the pic, and as he passes his night stand he absent mindedly grabs his commlink and glasses.

He's still looking at the pic when he returns to the kitchen. He shakes his head as if returning from a dream and looks up trying to slide the pic innocuously into his jacket pocket. With his exuberance noticably curbed he looks at the others gathered in the kitchen and says, "Well, sorry for the delay, shall we go then?"

[Tashio]

Monday 17 February 2070, 08:25
Rest for the Weary Shelter

The kitchen is quiet as breakfast is almost over, a few people remain behind their attention focused on washing the rather large stack of plates and cutlery.

With, a faint popping sound, a small skeleton about one foot in height appears between the group in the kitchen. Floating about three feet off the ground, most noticeable, is its lack of a head. Spinning around in a circle its one arm slowly raising up. It's spin comes to a halt it's arm pointing at Harry.

[ErrosCallidus]

Monday 17 February 2070, 0825
Rest for the Weary Shelter

What was... Sean never finishes the thought becuase by the time he turnes around what appeares to be a miniature skeleton(?!) is floating in the air pointing at Harry. Sean's mind is stuck racing blankly nowhere, the only thing he can do is stare and unconciously cross himself.

[Trigger]

Monday 17th February 2070, 0825
Rest for the Weary Shelter, London Barrens

Ashes returns from his room with his messenger bag of gear and Cinder on his heels, only to see a headless skeleton in the kitchen pointing at Harry. Ashes ffroze in his steps at the sight of the undead, his hand going to the concealed revolver in his coat I knew he was fraggin trouble...he is a fraggin' necromancer!.

[warrior_allanon]

Harry stood and stared in shock for a moment before speaking, "Bloody....Bob, is that you?"

[HeySparky]

Monday 17 February 2070, 08:26
Rest for the Weary Shelter

At the spirit's appearance Valya yelps and rolls out of her chair with a vulgar oath, she comes to her feet with the table between she and the headless skeleton. She holds her board across her body like a shield, and - to her surprise - a fork in a white-knuckled fist.

Gadzooks... is that... is that... what is that?

[Tashio]

Monday 17 February 2070, 08:26
Rest for the Weary Shelter

A voice echo's from approximately where the head would be if it was there. "You have a visitor."

The skeleton vanished as abruptly as it had appeared with a rattle of bones.

[warrior_allanon]

"Stars and stones, alright folks," Harry sighed pinching the bridge of his nose. "It seems someone just showed up over at my office and i need to check on it. I shouldnt be gone long so we'll start off as soon as i get back." Digging in his pocket Harry pulls a wallet out and walks over to Valya. "Here's your first day's pay, in advance." He said proffering a hundred nuyen note, "Wait here for me." With the note in Valya's hand Harry turns and lopes off toward his office across the street.

[ErrosCallidus]

Monday 17 February 2070, 0827
Rest for the Weary Shelter

Sean looks significantly at Ashes and then Valya in turn...

Then he bursts out laughing.

Gasping for air Sean finally says, "A wizards answering service! Don't I feel a right fool, I thought the devil himself was here for my soul!" He looks up from where he's nearly fallen into a kitchen chair, sobering, but only slightly. "Though I do feel a bit safer with the two of your reflexes nearby, I could only stare, if it had been the devil, I'd be winging my way to judgement."

He reaches over and rights Valya's toppeled chair, "Might as well wait in what comfort we can." He nods Ashes toward the other chair and in a conspiratorial tone says, "Now, how can we surprise our friend the same as he's surprised us?" His wicked grin borders on disturbing coming from a man of the cloth.