Action, Adventure, Excitement, Part 4 Chapter 51 Date: Fri, 24 Jul 1998 23:47:47 -0700 (PDT) Subject: AAE: Scott Osborne Exposed!!! On Sat, 25 Jul 1998 02:00:05 EDT Scott Osborne Said As CAoL Message # 00005106 James Bond (?) wrote: > He smiles, "I say. Why don't we - " some lawn furniture appears >in a convenient group for conversation. "at least sit down while the >rest of these new faces speak? If you all will pardon me a moment, >I'll go get dressed. I feel it quite likely we'll have company here >soon, or be in need of travel again. How odd. I wonder why I think >that." He nods politely, actually waiting to see if anyone cares to >stop him first, then will leave to go get re-dressed again. "Hello, my name is Scott... and I'm a cosmic entity." A chorus of voices says "Hi, Scott." (A few peanuts fall on him from the sky.) "I suppose you're wondering what I am. Well, I'm a personality matrix running on top of a level four computer on a model SC2 body. The personality matrix is a class XC-S -RS-205. Specificly, the matrix is number 69,105 of that class. "I possess a low power reality projector, about powerful enough to cause 100 kilograms to move 1 meter or 2.3 seconds. "The personality matrix is, as I said, XC-SD-RS class. The XC refers to the program by which the matrix was made or taken. The SD refers to the primary feature or features of the personality (namely, Stability, type D). The RS means Real Person, Scanned; ie, the matrix was made from a scan of a living mind. "I currently work for a mult-ficton security concern, who recently put me out to a temperary partial retirement of about 6 hundred billion standard seconds. "Do you have any questions?" (BTW, Scott's speaking in American billions, not English.) =========================== Date: Fri, 24 Jul 1998 23:47:56 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: AAE4: R&R (?) on Earth-9 On Sat, 25 Jul 1998 02:05:59 EDT Scott Osborne Said As CAoL Message # 00005107 > Anyone listening closely to Roland's thoughts will hear a sound >extraordinarily similar to a forehead being slapped. > "Morgan, this is Scott Osborne. Mr. Osborne, my wife, Morgan >Greywolf." "Good day, Ms. Greywolf." Scott says, and then takes a polite bow. Thanks Scott "Formal" Osborne =========================== Date: Fri, 24 Jul 1998 23:48:05 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: AAE4: R&R (?) on Earth-9 On Fri, 24 Jul 1998 23:38:20 -0700 (PDT) Fuzzy Said As CAoL Message # 00005109 > Fuzzy Said As CAoL Message # 00005091 > When one of them steps out of hidding obviously making the mistake > of thinking Fuzzy is a Fool who does not no better that to make a > direct attack. > He gets Diced by a mono-filiment Bolas fired from between the forks > of the motorcycle... > > TBC Fuzzy stops the Motorcycle which melts out from under him leaving the handle bars in his hands. The Handle bars straighten and streach to look like a standard 6 foot quarterstaff... (actually it is a Buck and a Quarter Staff but we won't tell them that) As Fuzzy Steps away, The Metalic pool reforms as a Spider Hunter, Fuzzy first used these on Quaren, Six Legged Mongoose with a Scorpion like Tail... Fuzzy reaches to where he has the Staff of the Elements slung on his back, with one hand while holding the Nanotech RuneStaff in the other, Thrusting Both hands above his head, they penetrate into Umbra, Bringing them together the Staves Fuze into a Single Staff, As his hands come back down, Fuzzy addresses the Hedge in front of him... "You have two options, One, You can leave this place Now and Never Return, or Two, You can make anything that looks like a hostile action. If you choose option One, I wish you well wherever you may go, Otherwise I will be forced to see to it that you Die Here and Now. Choose Wisely" There are a few mumbles behind the hedge, and as Mana and Paradox start accumulating, visibly at opposite ends of the Staff, The Sound of Running Feet is heard... "Spider Hunter, have a look around, Encourage any stragglers, to get moving." =Confirmed, Harry Stragglers= Perhaps more frightening is when the Staff Absorbs the energy fluxes without noticable effect. Fuzzy walks back to the gathering at the door, it time to hear the responses to Morgan's request for, Introductions and statments of position. =========================== Date: Sat, 25 Jul 1998 12:15:09 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: AAE: Scott Osborne Exposed!!! On Sat, 25 Jul 1998 18:01:13 -0700 Stranger Said As CAoL Message # 00005111 > On Sat, 25 Jul 1998 05:51:01 EDT > Dane0R0A Said As CAoL Message # 00005110 > > Scott Osborne Said >> (BTW, Scott's speaking in American billions, not English.) > (OOC: HUH? There are no differances in the numbers, or the seconds, > just in the ascii notations (comas vrs. decimal points); European: > 600.000.000.000 seconds = American: 600,000,000,000 seconds) Technically a British billion is a million million. However, it is unusual for that interpretation to be used these days. =========================== Date: Sat, 25 Jul 1998 15:14:36 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: AAE: Scott Osborne Exposed!!! On Sat, 25 Jul 1998 16:11:07 -0500 Molly Said As CAoL Message # 00005112 >On Sat, 25 Jul 1998 02:00:05 EDT >Scott Osborne Said As CAoL Message # 00005106 > >"I currently work for a mult-ficton security concern, who recently >put me out to a temperary partial retirement of about 6 hundred >billion standard seconds. > >"Do you have any questions?" Tink pats her Grumpa's shoulder, and points down. Mike sets her down and she walks over to Scott. "What do you intend to do for the next 19,025 years or so?" 600,000,000,000 sec / 60 sec/min = 10,000,000,000 min 10,000,000,000 min / 60 min/hour = 166,666,666.6667 hours 166,666,666.6667 hours / 24 hours/day = 6,944,444.444444 days 6,944,444.444444 days / 365 days/year = 19,025.87519026 years Tink adds, "And I have found humans pwefer answers involving time bwoken into the format of years, days, hours, minutes, then seconds. They are the same about distances. In addition, they are in evwyday conversation also less exact, but once you have mastered pwoper format, you will find you can determine this youwself by obsewving when they start to wose intwest in what you are saying." Tink turns away, then turns back. "Also, giving lawge answers in small incwements as you just did, I am told, iwwitates humans, sometimes enough that they will not want to deal wif you, especially if they are not aware you awe a machine. It is helpful to be aware of that if you awe supposed to emuwate a human in speech and mannewisms. If they awe aware you awe a machine, they find it a sigh of thoughtless pwogwamming. I mention this since you seem to wish to be as powite as possible and I think it will help." =========================== Date: Sat, 25 Jul 1998 15:41:58 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: AAE4: R&R (?) on Earth-9 On Sat, 25 Jul 1998 15:37:07 -0700 (PDT) The Lone One Said As CAoL Message # 00005113 > On Fri, 24 Jul 1998 08:09:44 > Morgan and/or Roland Said As CAoL Message # 00005087 > >>On Thu, 23 Jul 1998 18:09:37 >>Morgan and Roland Said As CAoL Message # 00005080 >> >> "I don't _have_ to turn around to-eep-" the Kindred says, his >>sentence ending abruptly. The two immortals, the vampire, and the >>Unseelie troll turn to see... >> ...the entire, presumably unhappy, Callahanian Army of Light. >> > Raver tapped the flat of their blade into a gauntleted palm. smiling tightly. [It never ceases, does it?] [The fecal matter never stops intersecting with the revolving blades, right.] The memory of when they had...merged...with Kali and Durga burned in both their minds. For that brief, sweet while, they had been alone. And in separate bodies, even if one was merely a phantasm. It had been heady, something evinced by the glorious way Raver had torn through Jadis's troops in her role as Kali. But...it had also been bittersweet, as Mandy played chicken only to have the unlucky attacker meet a black-mailed fist or sword as he overextended against a ghost. That had been only the latest event in the roller coaster they were trapped on. Images flashed through their minds -- Roland bursting into their mind in a brilliant flash of pain...the slowly increasing downward spiral as Mandy faded, soaked with a demon's guilt...that d*mned angel with its holier-than-thou attitude...then salvation from a man with the devil's own smile...the incandescent feeling of absolute silence in their minds... Frustration roiled their minds as they snarled in an echoing voice, "The Unseelie dog is ours." In an inhumanly fast motion, they leaped onto the troll, talons raking long grooves in its flesh. Ignoring its howling and attempts to dislodge them, Raver sank their teeth into its neck with a worrying motion. Then they vaulted backwards to land on the grass, sword at the ready. "Come, my sweet, and let us dance." A pale tongue flicked out to lick the lower lip clean of blood with tantalizing slowness. The enraged creature lumbered forward, and Raver laughed as they bowed mockingly to it in the old style before engaging it in a swirling display of swordwork. > "Do you consider yourselves _part_ of this family we've come to call > the Army of Light, or are you just following a parallel path for a > time? And," she adds quickly, the brogue becoming more pronounced, > "Ah'll no' necessarily refuse ye hospitality if that's tha case. But > I prefer knowin' who's stayin' under mah roof." Morgan looks at > Roland. "And if we're goin' into the sort of battle I think we are, > we need to know who's watching our backs and who we can count on." Raver crossed their arms, seemingly careless that trollish blood continued to ooze down the blade toward the hilt. Their head tilted to one side, a white eyebrow cocked. Still in that double-throated voice, with the faintest edge, they replied, "You mean to question whether we are yet trustworthy or no?" A tight smile crossed the dark face. "We should think you would know that by now, Morgan Greywolf, earth's daughter. We threw our lot in with yours a long time ago, and despite all arguments toward a saner existence, we shall hold with you -- for are we not possessed of a certain honor?" Blood had pooled around the hilt, and they turned away casually to wipe it off on the grass. =========================== Date: Sat, 25 Jul 1998 16:54:07 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: AAE: Scott Osborne Exposed!!! On Sat, 25 Jul 1998 19:38:11 EDT Scott Osborne Said As CAoL Message # 00005114 >Tink turns away, then turns back. "Also, giving lawge answers in >small incwements as you just did, I am told, iwwitates humans, >sometimes enough that they will not want to deal wif you, especially >if they are not aware you awe a machine. It is helpful to be aware of >that if you awe supposed to emuwate a human in speech and mannewisms. >If they awe aware you awe a machine, they find it a sigh of >thoughtless pwogwamming. I mention this since you seem to wish to be >as powite as possible and I think it will help." "Oh, you seem to be under the assumption that I'm a pure machine. Well I'm not, in as far as that goes. I'm, as I said, a personality matrix, ie, a sentient personality reconstructed to be emulated on a 'common' machine scale. Not that the SC2 model is all that common, mind you. "I was like that Before I was a machine, believe it or not. I couldn't talk about anything technichal without 'going Shop' on everyone within listening range. It's a bad habit, I know. But breaking any bad habit when you're a matrix is Much more difficult." =========================== Date: Sat, 25 Jul 1998 16:54:11 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: AAE: Scott Osborne Exposed!!! On Sat, 25 Jul 1998 19:39:31 EDT Scott Osborne Said As CAoL Message # 00005115 >Tink adds, "And I have found humans pwefer answers involving time >bwoken into the format of years, days, hours, minutes, then seconds. >They are the same about distances. In addition, they are in evwyday >conversation also less exact, but once you have mastered pwoper >format, you will find you can determine this youwself by obsewving >when they start to wose intwest in what you are saying." Scott sends over a narrow band, =Yeah, but I didn't want to scare anyone unessisarily.= =========================== Date: Sat, 25 Jul 1998 16:54:16 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: AAE4: R&R (?) on Earth-9 On Sun, 26 Jul 1998 00:12:41 -0700 Stranger Said As CAoL Message # 00005116 > On Thu, 23 Jul 1998 18:09:37 > Morgan and/or Roland Said As CAoL Message # 00005080 > > Morgan, feeling the "Old Home Week" comment to be truer than ever, > offers Stranger the same greeting she gave Mike. > >*> "Stranger, good to see you again," Mike replies with a smile. "Hi" stranger waves at Mike. > "Well what do you know-Stranger things _have_ happened," Roland > quips, no doubt earning several peanuts in response. "Good to see you all again, what's been going on," Stranger looks a little abashed "I, er, got lost. Bit of a story there, but I found out why Gruber was so keen to protect that Earth from the aliens. Oh yes, I got killed too, but it's OK, I'm better now." Most CAoL members will probably notice that Stranger no longer has any scars, not even the acid burns he got from the alien. > "Likely this is their idea of a serious strike, yes." James > hurriedly takes a last sip, shallow because of the heat. "I don't > think I have time to get dressed - I hope it doesn't offend you." He > sets the mug down again, as his short Japanese sword appears at his > side, belted and ready. > > Morgan smiles. "I grew up around men in kilts. If I see anything I > haven't seen before, I'll shoot it," she adds with a grin. > "You're trespassing," Roland says in a low, even voice. "You're > also stupid, but that's probably why you're cannon fodder. And > you're on my wife's vervain." Stranger draws his blades, a ninja-to in the left hand and a longsword in the right. > James now DOES his anticipated grin, and remarks just loudly enough > to be heard, "Oh, now they're rotting meat." > > "Ooooo shit," the pyro has time to say before the Nephandi get > stomped... Stranger ran for a group of weres loping from a nearby copse. At the last minute he vaulted, sailing over the group, beheading one as he flew. Spinning around he faced them once again. It didn't last long, his strikes were swift and precise and lethal. The weres died, still shocked that apparently normal steel blades could hurt them. > "I figured they'd come at sunrise." The dapper (even in the scarlet > satin pajamas) young man shakes his head. "Not very civilized." He > takes another sip of his coffee, then slides on a robe - those very > good at spotting concealed weapons will see at least the Walther PPK > in his armpit under the PJs, maybe a few others. Stranger regards him quietly. He sends to Morgan and Roland. / This guy looks an awful lot like a, erm, 'civil servant' I once worked with, and he carries the same piece, Who is he? / He then resheathes his swords, recovers a garden chair and sits down. =========================== Date: Sat, 25 Jul 1998 16:54:23 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: AAE4: R&R (?) on Earth-9 On Sun, 26 Jul 1998 00:18:44 -0700 Stranger Said As CAoL Message # 00005117 > Fuzzy Said As CAoL Message # 00005091 > > Welcome Back Stranger, > ... > Are You?" "Heh, well I was pretty strange to begin with" adds the Stranger, with a twinkle in his eye. =========================== Date: Sat, 25 Jul 1998 16:54:28 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: AAE4: R&R (?) on Earth-9 (longish) On Sun, 26 Jul 1998 00:29:38 -0700 Stranger Said As CAoL Message # 00005118 > On Fri, 24 Jul 1998 18:51:43 -0400 > Dhyrclhanc Said As CAoL Message # 00005093 > >> On Fri, 24 July '98 Morgan Said >> >> "Do you consider yourselves _part_ of this family we've come to >> call the Army of Light, or are you just following a parallel path >> for a time? And," she adds quickly, the brogue becoming more >> pronounced, "Ah'll no' necessarily refuse ye hospitality if that's >> tha case. But I prefer knowin' who's stayin' under mah roof." >> Morgan looks at Roland. "And if we're goin' into the sort of battle >> I think we are, we need to know who's watching our backs and who we >> can count on." "You know me, I was in the Army of Light before there was an Army of Light," Stranger smiles thinking back "and I guess I consider myself part of the family." He shrugs "you knew that I guess, it's good to state where you stand though. In battle you can count on me." =========================== Date: Sat, 25 Jul 1998 17:38:35 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: AAE4: R&R (?) on Earth-9 Fuzzy Said As CAoL Message # 00005119 > On Sun, 26 Jul 1998 00:18:44 -0700 > Stranger Said As CAoL Message # 00005117 > > "Heh, well I was pretty strange to begin with" adds the Stranger, > with a twinkle in his eye. "So Nothing new and interesting there, Hmmm..." =========================== Date: Sat, 25 Jul 1998 21:08:42 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: AAE4: R&R (?) on Earth-9 On Sat, 25 Jul 1998 19:58:02 Morgan and/or Roland Said As CAoL Message # 00005123 >On Sun, 26 Jul 1998 00:12:41 -0700 >Stranger Said As CAoL Message # 00005116 > >Stranger ran for a group of weres loping from a nearby copse. At the >last minute he vaulted, sailing over the group, beheading one as he >flew. Spinning around he faced them once again. > >It didn't last long, his strikes were swift and precise and lethal. >The weres died, still shocked that apparently normal steel blades >could hurt them. > > The two remaining immortals leap at Roland, snarls of hatred on their faces. Apparently no longer caring about their incredibly reduced life spans, they seem to be hell-bent on taking the despised scion of Phoenix with them. A third teleports from behind, joining the other two in their attack, and a kinetic bolt, a power drain, and a telepathic blast hit Roland simultaneously. They never have a chance. 8^) Shrugging off all three attacks with what seems like no effort at all, he responds in exact kind to each attack, overwhelming the telepath with a psiblast, completely neutralizing the metapsion, and pinning the kinetic down with an embarrasingly casual effort. "Don't move," he quips, and vaults past them to check on his beloved. The metapsion-the only one _capable_ of movement-just stares dumbfounded as Roland flies past. "Hi honey, I'm home," Roland says lightly as he lands by Morgan's side to face the three Garou harrying her. The werewolves, all in Crinos (half-wolf, half-human) form, snarl and back up as the balance of power tips drastically. "Hello, love," Morgan replies lightly. "How was your day?" The Garou all stop and stare in the face of this increadibly "Cleaver-esque" exchange. Morgan takes advantage of the hesitation, and battle is once again joined. "Eh, you know how it is, traffic, paperwork, megalomaniacs, same-old same-old," he says as the Phoenix Rod smashes into the head of one of the enraged Garou. "You will NOT mock us, psio-" the were in question begins as Roland retracts the staff. Unfortunately for the Garou, he extends it a moment later-directly into his mouth. "Trouble with the garden, love?" Roland asked as his forcefield blocked a set of blurring claws from one of the others. Morgan sighs as she brings Aramegil down across the chest of the Black Spiral in front of her. The Garou falls, but stays in Crinos form. [Metis. Figures.] Her voice retains it's every-day tone. "Yes, I'm afraid we're going to _have_ to call pest control. This Nephandi problem just _won't_ seem to clear up." "I thought you _had_ called the exterminator. First time I've ever seen pest control show up in pajamas, though," he quips as one of the remaining Garou falls to another psiblast, turning into a naked, heavily scarred woman. The final werewolf has exactly enough time to blink before Roland and Morgan slam uppercuts into his jaw at the same time. He falls over, in the Morpheum before he hits the ground. His body becomes that of a large, dark, sickly green wolf. His blood and sweat kill the nearby grass. They take a collective deep breath and look at the mess in the yard. Roland smiles at the impressive crater left by their sib. "I don't think Aeon is going to mind dealing with me, just this once." >Stranger regards him quietly. > > > >He sends to Morgan and Roland. > >/ This guy looks an awful lot like a, erm, 'civil servant' I once >worked with, and he carries the same piece, Who is he? / Morgan smiles when she 'hears' this. /That's Zia's husband./ She sends a mischievious smile through the link and completely fails to sound innocent. /His name is James./ =========================== Date: Sat, 25 Jul 1998 21:08:50 -0700 (PDT) Subject: AAE4: Family (was Re: AAE4: R&R (?) on Earth-9) On Sat, 25 Jul 1998 20:45:22 Morgan and/or Roland Said As CAoL Message # 00005124 >On Fri, 24 Jul 1998 09:49:39 -0700 (MST) >Driscoll Said As CAoL Message # 00005088 > > *Morgan. I think you know me well enough by now that I really can't >say where my path lies. But I think I can speak safely for Driss that >with the CaoL we have found both kindred spirits and a home. In a >battle there is no question which side I will be on.* *Roscoe, you and I both know far too well where Dris' path will lead him,* Morgan sends with a hint of sadness. *Old friend, your support was never in question, nor was your welcome.* >On Fri, 24 Jul 1998 18:51:43 -0400 >Dhyrclhanc Said As CAoL Message # 00005093 > >"Sis, while I realize that there are more people here than myself >that you are asking this question of I am still a little shocked and >amazed that you would be asking it of me." >On Fri, 24 Jul 1998 15:55:34 PST >Nemo Said As CAoL Message # 00005094 > >"And in spite of my appearance and 'personality' you must remember > that I am the *least* human of you all. Thewre may come a time when > I *must* do something you will disapprove of, and I may not be > *able* to explain why I had to." > >He awaits responses with a somewhat "dead" expresion on his face. "Nemo, I didn't _have_ any real enemies, unless you count the Anglish," she adds with a grin, "until I linked up with this crew. We help each other out - that's just what we _do_. As for approval, we all have different codes. Even my husband and I don't agree on some things. That's hardly a bar to being part of the family." "Yeah, the CAK (OOC: Champions parlance for the Code Against Killing) is a real pain sometimes, but we all have our own paths. It's the greater good that unites us," Roland adds. >On Fri, 24 Jul 1998 17:20:23 -0500 >Molly Said As CAoL Message # 00005095 > >Mike nods at the little blonde girl in his arms. "This is Tink. Being >a science fiction fan Morgan, you mighta read _Time Enough For Love_ >and may recall how Minerva, the computer that ran the planet Secondus >where Lazarus Long was spinning his long life's story, became human >through some fancy genetic manipulation and some mental editting of >her vast memories. Well, through some fancy genetic manipulations, >some mental editting, and the same trick used on me, Melissa and Grep >are now humans, Dreamers like me." >On Sat, 25 Jul 1998 00:16:25 -0500 >Zia Said As CAoL Message # 00005102 > > "It's nice to know you won't refuse me entry, Lady Morgan, as >my entire warderobe remains in your guest bedroom, at the moment." >James says, almost serious, except for the twinkle in his eye, you >MIGHT almost be fooled. Morgan just gives him a 'you've got to be kidding'look, with a grin. >"I believe my position as a familiar acquaintance. If you would have >me as family, I would of course, be honored by your offer, but >nonetheless, must also in honor, refuse such a highly esteemable >condition. But, to the limits of my interest, and if for no better >reason than being a gentleman and you a gentle lady, I am well >content if our paths meet and diverge as they will, without seeking >or desiring, truly, more than that." "Occasional 'comrades-in-arms' it is, then," Morgan smiles at James. >On Sat, 25 Jul 1998 15:37:07 -0700 (PDT) >The Lone One Said As CAoL Message # 00005113 > > Raver crossed their arms, seemingly careless that trollish blood >continued to ooze down the blade toward the hilt. Their head tilted >to one side, a white eyebrow cocked. Still in that double-throated >voice, with the faintest edge, they replied, "You mean to question >whether we are yet trustworthy or no?" A tight smile crossed the dark >face. "We should think you would know that by now, Morgan Greywolf, >earth's daughter. We threw our lot in with yours a long time ago, and >despite all arguments toward a saner existence, we shall hold with >you -- for are we not possessed of a certain honor?" "Callahanians are pretty much family by default," Morgan grins. "And yes, after all we've been though I _do_ know you to be trustworthy and honorable." The Highlander smiles broadly. "Hey, maybe when we have some 'down-time' you and I can cross swords in the Danger Room?" "With the safeties _on_," Roland adds. Morgan just stares at him. "Of course," she replies. "Seosaidh dinna train me to take stupid chances." >On Sun, 26 Jul 1998 00:29:38 -0700 >Stranger Said As CAoL Message # 00005118 > >"You know me, I was in the Army of Light before there was an Army of >Light," Stranger smiles thinking back "and I guess I consider myself >part of the family." He shrugs "you knew that I guess, it's good to >state where you stand though. In battle you can count on me." "And, like I said, you were family before there was a CAoL. Our door is always open to you." =========================== Date: Sat, 25 Jul 1998 21:45:32 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: AAE: Scott Osborne Exposed!!! On Sat, 25 Jul 1998 22:18:42 -0500 Molly Said As CAoL Message # 00005125 >On Sat, 25 Jul 1998 19:39:31 EDT >Scott Osborne Said As CAoL Message # 00005115 > >Scott sends over a narrow band, =Yeah, but I didn't want to scare >anyone unessisarily.= Tink stiffles a giggle. She sends back privately ^Twust me, to this bunch, it is nothing to see a good awtificial intewwigence. They won't fwinch.^ =========================== Date: Sat, 25 Jul 1998 21:45:37 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: AAE: Scott Osborne Exposed!!! On Sat, 25 Jul 1998 22:18:39 -0500 Molly Said As CAoL Message # 00005126 >On Sat, 25 Jul 1998 19:38:11 EDT >Scott Osborne Said As CAoL Message # 00005114 > >"I was like that Before I was a machine, believe it or not. I >couldn't talk about anything technichal without 'going Shop' on >everyone within listening range. It's a bad habit, I know. But >breaking any bad habit when you're a matrix is Much more difficult." Tink nods. "I see. Intwesting." =========================== Date: Sun, 26 Jul 1998 01:34:55 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: AAE IV: Finale: A Bit of Gambling On Sun, 26 Jul 1998 00:47:31 -0700 (MST) Driscoll Said As CAoL Message # 00005129 > On Sat, 25 Jul 1998 01:30:41 EDT > Dane0R0A Said As CAoL Message # 00005104 > > /No, you're not!/ answers a mechanical "voice" in a slightly > beligerant manner. /Well SOOOOOOOOORY, You came looking for US as far as I can tell!/ snaps Driss ovbiously annoyed and not impressed. > /Be nice now. / chides a second, plainly female voice. /I believe I > have detected the being known as Zia. But I can detect no others at > this time/ she says. /Oracle, said that she does not have a sigil, > so you will have to use other means to contact her./ /Ah this is much better dear lady. I thank you for the information. Unfortunately I haven't any other sources I can utilize to contact her right now except the comm unit and I'm not sure if I can even get her on that so I'll just have to wait for the others to show up. So who exactly are you and what's your connection to the Army of Light?/ Sends Driss, his previous annoyment appentently completely gone. =========================== Date: Sun, 26 Jul 1998 01:41:17 -0700 (PDT) Subject: RE: AAE4: R&R (?) on Earth-9 On Sun, 26 Jul 1998 03:25:10 -0500 Zia Said As CAoL Message # 00005131 : "Hi honey, I'm home," Roland says lightly : :"Hello, love," Morgan replies lightly. "How was your day?" The Garou :all stop and stare in the face of this increadibly "Cleaver-esque" :exchange. James, watching the fights carefully, but speculating only, merely flinches a tiny amount, then gives a distinct tight grin to no one but himself. : "Eh, you know how it is, traffic, paperwork, megalomaniacs, :same-old same-old," he says as the Phoenix Rod smashes into the head :of one of the enraged Garou. : "You will NOT mock us, psio-" the were in question begins as :Roland retracts the staff. James almost sniggers, but manages a convert to cold smile. "Too late." He murmurs as... :Unfortunately for the Garou, he extends it a moment later-directly :into his mouth. : : "Trouble with the garden, love?" Roland asked as his forcefield :blocked a set of blurring claws from one of the others. "No, the vervain is dragon-stomping resistant." The dapper (if pajama'd) young man quips, sotto voce. It is almost as if talking even while just _watching_ this combat is somewhat hard for him to do. : "I thought you _had_ called the exterminator. First time I've ever :seen pest control show up in pajamas, though," he quips as one of the :remaining Garou falls to another psiblast, turning *I wouldn't DREAM of depriving you of the pleasure of defending your home and wife. Although exterminator might be the politest career label I've received here. This place is almost Amber-homey, Roland. If the opponents were any real match, it'd be much closer though.* James observe, by way of sounding the words VERY faintly near Roland's inner ear, just outside the confines of his skin, so as not to draw an automatic psi attack. :>Stranger regards him quietly. :> :> :Morgan smiles when she 'hears' this. /That's Zia's husband./ She :sends a mischievous smile through the link and completely fails to :sound innocent. /His name is James./ =========================== Date: Sun, 26 Jul 1998 09:24:17 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: AAE4: R&R (?) on Earth-9 On Sun, 26 Jul 1998 06:24:43 -0400 Dhyrclhanc Said As CAoL Message # 00005132 > On Sat, 25 July '98 The Lone One Said > > Raver crossed their arms, seemingly careless that trollish > blood continued to ooze down the blade toward the hilt. Their head > tilted to one side, a white eyebrow cocked. Still in that > double-throated voice, with the faintest edge, they replied, "You > mean to question whether we are yet trustworthy or no?" A tight > smile crossed the dark face. "We should think you would know that by > now, Morgan Greywolf, earth's daughter. We threw our lot in with > yours a long time ago, and despite all arguments toward a saner > existence, we shall hold with you -- for are we not possessed of a > certain honor?" > > Blood had pooled around the hilt, and they turned away > casually to wipe it off on the grass. "Nice to see you back 'sword-sister'," says a, still-at-this-point, "Dhyrczillia"-mode Sentinel-lensdragon. =========================== Date: Sun, 26 Jul 1998 09:45:32 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: AAE: Scott Osborne Exposed!!! On Sun, 26 Jul 1998 10:08:52 EDT Scott Osborne Said As CAoL Message # 00005134 > Tink pats her Grumpa's shoulder, and points down. Mike sets her down > and she walks over to Scott. "What do you intend to do for the next > 19,025 years or so?" Scott says "Truth be told, I've already used up about 200 billion seconds of my 'vacation' on a project I've wanted to do for a while. And once I'm done here, I'll probibly go do it again, and this time Get It Right." =========================== Date: Sun, 26 Jul 1998 13:53:30 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: AAE4: R&R (?) on Earth-9 On Sun, 26 Jul 1998 20:20:33 -0700 Stranger Said As CAoL Message # 00005135 > Morgan smiles when she 'hears' this. /That's Zia's husband./ She > sends a mischievious smile through the link and completely fails to > sound innocent. /His name is James./ /What a coincidence / =========================== Date: Sun, 26 Jul 1998 13:53:35 -0700 (PDT) Subject: RE: AAE4: R&R (?) on Earth-9 On Sun, 26 Jul 1998 13:31:33 Morgan and/or Roland Said As CAoL Message # 00005136 >On Sun, 26 Jul 1998 03:25:10 -0500 >Zia Said As CAoL Message # 00005131 > > *I wouldn't DREAM of depriving you of the pleasure of defending >your home and wife. Although exterminator might be the politest >career label I've received here. This place is almost Amber-homey, >Roland. If the opponents were any real match, it'd be much closer >though.* James observe, by way of sounding the words VERY faintly >near Roland's inner ear, just outside the confines of his skin, so as >not to draw an automatic psi attack. *They're not usually this Scooby-Doo,* Roland says almost apologetically. *They usually reserve these sorts of tactics for the Garou, upon whom-believe it or not-they actually _work._ The number of them in the woodwork, OTOH, is simply amazing; this is going to put a _major_ dent in the local Wyrmspawn forces. Either they wanted us-Morgan and I, and possibly you as well-very badly, or this is some kind of weird Fallen plot. And given your assistance in this matter, you don't have to worry about my telepathy paranoia any more; I'm practically wired to this buncha rummies. One sec.* Roland broadcasts on a different 'frequency' for a brief moment. > >"And, like I said, you were family before there was a CAoL. Our door >is always open to you." After this exchange... A short blond man (about 5'4") appears on the sidewalk. He takes one look at the mess and sighs. Tapping what for all the world looks like a piece of mica on his wrist, he says, "Clean-up detail at my locality," he says. Anyone with the appropriate senses can tell that he's more powerful than Roland, and given Roland's recent display against three other immies... "Phoenix," he sighs, "I really wish you'd keep these incredibly obvious displays of power to-great Apollo, is that a dragon?" "Um, hi Jason," Roland replies sheepishly as a dozen Men in Black appear. Four wear haz-mat outfits (though they still wear their suits underneath) start collecting the survivors and cleaning up the Wyrm toxins, while the other eight take out what look like pens with red lights on the end and disperse into the thinly populated neighborhood. "Yeah, that's Dhyrclhanc, he's from-ah, well, he's from a lot of different places. And considering what _they_ were doing, I think you can sympathize." Jason shrugs. "True. As Paragon of the Magdalen, though, I'm obligated to give you a hard time. So don't do it again." He favors Roland with a slight smile. "Unless you have to, of course." He nods politely to James and Morgan and begins walking around the site. "Good Morning, Jason," Morgan responds. "How's Media? I've been so involved with this Nephandi problem lately that I haven't had time to drop by." Jason, surprised for a moment, grins. "Pregnant again, believe it or not. I think we're genetically predisposed to twins." He chuckles. "Don't worry about the negotiations, by the way-they're going more slowly without you, but at least we haven't gone for each others' throats again. "Ah, Darklance-Dhyrclhanc," he says, looking up (wayyyy up) at the dragon and getting the pronounciation dead-on the second time, "are you capable of taking on an, eh, smaller form?" =========================== Date: Sun, 26 Jul 1998 16:08:17 -0700 (PDT) Subject: RE: AAE4: R&R (?) on Earth-9 On Sun, 26 Jul 1998 16:52:58 -0500 Molly Said As CAoL Message # 00005137 >On Sat, 25 Jul 1998 00:16:25 -0500 >Zia Said As CAoL Message # 00005102 > > "Pleasure to meet you, Miss Tink." James stands, takes her hand >if it's offered, and shakes it. "I can see you take your duties as >seriously as Zia thought your sister-mothers did. If - " he pauses >suddenly, as if with second thoughts of some sort, then continues >smoothly. "If there is anything remaining with enough psychic >impression of this Flarn lady upon it, I could attempt to locate her. >Dealing with infinity is something I was born to." He gives them both >a half-wry, half self-mocking grin, "How do you think an Amberite can >find their way, when they shadow walk? Ever speculated on that?" Tink smiles and shakes the offered hand. The skin is warm and smooth, exactly what one would expect a five year old to have. Mike shakes his head. "What wasn't destroyed in the explosion of the house, was destroyed in a slightly hotter fit of rage, I am afraid." He has a rather guilty look at the moment. Tink pats Mike's shoulder. "Grumpa bwasted the entire hilltop off. But that was maybe ten years ago his time, anything with a psychic impwint has pwobably wost its edge. And the awea was picked cwean afterwards. It is an empty field now, no sign that a home had ever been there. A bit inconvenient, but fow the best since we have no intention of wetuwning." =========================== Date: Sun, 26 Jul 1998 19:44:56 -0700 (PDT) Subject: RE: AAE4: R&R (?) on Earth-9 On Sun, 26 Jul 1998 20:54:35 -0500 Zia Said As CAoL Message # 00005138 : *They're not usually this Scooby-Doo,* Roland says almost :apologetically. *They usually reserve these sorts of tactics for the :Garou, upon whom-believe it or not-they actually _work._ The number :of them in the woodwork, OTOH, is simply amazing; this is going to :put a _major_ dent in the local Wyrmspawn forces. Either they wanted :us-Morgan and I, and possibly you as well-very badly, or this is some :kind of weird Fallen plot. And given your assistance in this matter, :you don't have to worry about my telepathy paranoia any more; I'm :practically wired to this buncha rummies. One sec.* : Roland broadcasts on a different 'frequency' for a brief moment. James answers from inside the house, where he is getting dressed, via telepathy, since Roland opened the channel. *They wanted Morgan. And badly. They didn't know I was here - base stupidity, about casing the field. Do you know this ... whatever she was? {Image of the woman he marked with his sword blade} She got away, but was far more resistant than I've ever seen before, to Order. Some sort of Chaos-based shield.* =========================== Date: Sun, 26 Jul 1998 19:45:02 -0700 (PDT) Subject: RE: AAE4: R&R (?) on Earth-9 On Sun, 26 Jul 1998 19:56:24 -0700 (MST) Driscoll Said As CAoL Message # 00005139 > On Sun, 26 Jul 1998 13:31:33 > Morgan and/or Roland Said As CAoL Message # 00005136 > > Jason, surprised for a moment, grins. "Pregnant again, believe it > or not. I think we're genetically predisposed to twins." He > chuckles. "Don't worry about the negotiations, by the way-they're > going more slowly without you, but at least we haven't gone for each > others' throats again. > "Ah, Darklance-Dhyrclhanc," he says, looking up wayyyy up) at the > dragon and getting the pronounciation dead-on the second time, "are > you capable of taking on an, eh, smaller form?" Roscoe looks around at the carnage being clean up and streches a bit. *Well it looks like you two have other things to take care of so I'll just head into the house and look for a drink. I know Morgan, she has to have SOMETHING. Oh wait, I guess I'm going to need hands.* He starts trotting towards the house, shifting into a chimpanzee halfway to the nearest open window. Hopping through it he goes looking for the kitchen. /I know there's got to be something in here. Nah I'm not going to waste her good stuff. Letsee... Hornsbey's Hard Cider? Well I guess that'll have to do. at least there's a lot of it./ =========================== Date: Sun, 26 Jul 1998 19:52:00 -0700 (PDT) Subject: RE: AAE4: R&R (?) on Earth-9 On Sun, 26 Jul 1998 21:45:53 -0500 Zia Said As CAoL Message # 00005140 :Tink pats Mike's shoulder. "Grumpa bwasted the entire hilltop off. :But that was maybe ten years ago his time, anything with a psychic :impwint has pwobably wost its edge. And the awea was picked cwean :afterwards. It is an empty field now, no sign that a home had ever :been there. A bit inconvenient, but fow the best since we have no :intention of wetuwning." James nods, agreeing with Tink. "Let me know if I might be of aid, then. For now, I believe I'll go and replace my sleeping atire with something a bit more uncomfortable." He smiles at Tink again, and nods at Mike. Then he leaves to re-enter Morgan's house, coming back to rejoin the group about fifteen minutes later. =========================== Date: Sun, 26 Jul 1998 23:42:16 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: AAE IV: Finale: A Bit of Gambling On Mon, 27 Jul 1998 01:42:07 EDT Dane0R0A Said As CAoL Message # 00005141 > Driscoll Said > /Ah this is much better dear lady. I thank you for the information. > Unfortunately I haven't any other sources I can utilize to contact > her right now except the comm unit and I'm not sure if I can even > get her on that so I'll just have to wait for the others to show up. > So who exactly are you and what's your connection to the Army of > Light?/ Sends Driss, his previous annoyment appentently completely > gone. /I am Aurora. Oracle asked me to assist the CAoL, as a replacement for Hydra. I am accompanied by my ship, Dragon's Bane..../ the female voice states, before the mechanical voice interupts /That's me./ Then she continues /(sigh). I appologize for his beligerance, but he never 'feels' right unless he is in the middle of a firefight. I built him a long time ago to stop The Stardragon. That was before The Stardragon became aware of the intelligences around it. He was built for a desperate battle against impossible odds, and so he can't feel happy, unless he is using the weapons I built into him. If you wish, I can relay a message, to Zia./ =========================== Date: Sun, 26 Jul 1998 23:50:42 -0700 (PDT) Subject: RE: AAE4: R&R (?) on Earth-9 On Sun, 26 Jul 1998 23:22:41 Morgan and/or Roland Said As CAoL Message # 00005142 >On Sun, 26 Jul 1998 20:54:35 -0500 >Zia Said As CAoL Message # 00005138 > > James answers from inside the house, where he is getting dressed, >via telepathy, since Roland opened the channel. *They wanted Morgan. >And badly. They didn't know I was here - base stupidity, about casing >the field. Do you know this ... whatever she was? {Image of the woman >he marked with his sword blade} She got away, but was far more >resistant than I've ever seen before, to Order. Some sort of >Chaos-based shield.* *Phoenix, Gaia and LIGHT!* Roland swears almost reverently. *Jodi Blake, unless some walking corpse is using her base form. She's one of the smarter, nastier, more ruthless Nephandi...who are all nasty and ruthless. James, you're welcome any time, but I wouldn't recommend advertising your presence in this reality very much. *Wait a minute.* Roland frowns. *Why would Jodi Blake-past master of diversion, subterfuge and corruption, use a bunch of hit-beasts? Something is _very_ not right here...but it'll have to wait.* =========================== Date: Mon, 27 Jul 1998 02:21:52 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: AAE IV: Finale: A Bit of Gambling On Mon, 27 Jul 1998 01:28:06 -0700 (MST) Driscoll Said As CAoL Message # 00005143 > On Mon, 27 Jul 1998 01:42:07 EDT > Dane0R0A Said As CAoL Message # 00005141 > > /I am Aurora. Oracle asked me to assist the CAoL, as a replacement > for Hydra. I am accompanied by my ship, Dragon's Bane..../ the > female voice states, before the mechanical voice interupts /That's > me./ Then she continues /(sigh). I appologize for his beligerance, > but he never 'feels' right unless he is in the middle of a > firefight. I built him a long time ago to stop The Stardragon. That > was before The Stardragon became aware of the intelligences around > it. He was built for a desperate battle against impossible odds, and > so he can't feel happy, unless he is using the weapons I built into > him. If you wish, I can relay a message, to Zia./ /Ok. well. umm, when I think of what to say. right now I'm still trying to figure out where this is. The force shadow guys said they were going to send up where we needed to be, and obviously they sent us to the right place but I damn well wish they would get more specific sometimes. I'm not sure what we're supposed to be doing./ =========================== Date: Mon, 27 Jul 1998 02:22:01 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: AAE4: R&R (?) on Earth-9 (VLong) (Sorry) On Mon, 27 Jul 1998 04:10:20 -0400 Dhyrclhanc Said As CAoL Message # 00005144 > On Sun, 26 July '98 Morgan and/or Roland Said > > "Um, hi Jason," Roland replies sheepishly as a dozen Men in Black > appear. Four wear haz-mat outfits (though they still wear their > suits underneath) start collecting the survivors and cleaning up the > Wyrm toxins, while the other eight take out what look like pens with > red lights on the end and disperse into the thinly populated > neighborhood. "Yeah, that's Dhyrclhanc, he's from-ah, well, he's > from a lot of different places. /^ Oh, good "save" Bro.^/ sends the freelance Immortal's draconic fosterbrother wryly. /^While I *do* appriciate the complement, however unintentional. I'm not sure if that kind of a comparison between me and Connor MacLeod is an altogether apt one.^/ > "Ah, Darklance-Dhyrclhanc," he says, looking up (wayyyy up) at > the dragon and getting the pronounciation dead-on the second time, > "are you capable of taking on an, eh, smaller form?" "Well... yes, certainly!" says the draconic Lensman, cheerfully. "Justin, is it? Well any friend of my brother's is most certainly a friend of mine." "/Now, let's get small/" "says" Dhyrclhanc in a nearly perfect, almost dead-on copy of Steve Martin's voice. Then quickly broacasting a brief /welcome back/ to Raver, a flare of emerald-green mystical fire from his "First-Ring" completely envelops the, still 80 ft., superannuated Immortal hatchling Ruby Fire Dragon, who quickly shrinks down to a height of 6". At the same time, muscles, skin, bones and skin, and clothing re-knit themselves and when the flame dies down, Dhyrclhanc has reverted to his "Lens-T'Skrang" form. His clothes have also reverted to what seems to have become his, more or less, standard dress code. Consisting, roughly from head to toe; a gold-colored berret covering his head-fin-crest, a large forrest green medieval waistcoat with wide black trim and armrolls worn overtop a royal purple late renaissance-era shirt, a brown soft leather baldrick & belt and a black sword sheath holds Redemption at his side, three-fingered soft black suade gauntlets cover his hands, a pair of brown 17th c. knee breeches and a pair of brown lined, black leather cavalier boots complete the outfit. Worn over top of all of this is a B5-style Ranger's longcoat (Gee, that's going to cause some commotion where we're going next) complete with a Ranger's Pin over Dhyrclhanc's heart (or where one would assumes his heart is located). Anyone with extremly fine senses will notice that both figures on either side of the large gem on the pin is each shedding three tears; two of them are made of some kind of darkish red semi-precious material and the other is made of a translucent (almost white) semi-precious material. Dhyrclhanc touches the Ranger's Pin and thinks [For Marcus.] solemnly to himself. Dhyrclhanc's Glaive is obviously attached to the leather baldrick that holds his Rune-nanomagitech cutlass. Then momentarily moving out of the crater he causes with his arrival, he pauses, gestures towards the hole in his foster-sibs back yard and sings out, "In the House of Stone and Light!" and the hole swiftly fills itself in. /^ Sorry, sis, I don't know any plant college spells yet, so you'll have to take care of the grass yourself ^/ The Lens-T'Skrang then hurries over to where Jason is standing. He greets the Immortal by warmly shaking Jason's hand clasped inside both of his own. Then he removes the guantlet from his right hand, rolls up both of the sleeves covering his right arm and shows Justin his Lens of Arrisia, which is now firmly embedded into his right wrist. "As my brother has already kindly inofrmed you, my name is Dhyrclhanc. You surprised me by the way; you got the pronunciation right the second time -- for most people it takes a little longer. I am a Detactched Unnatached-rank Lensman as well as a Guardian of Civilization, I don't suppose you've had dealings with my organization before, or have you?" =========================== Date: Mon, 27 Jul 1998 03:19:44 -0700 (PDT) Subject: AAE: Scott Osborne Exposed!! & etc. (Long) On Mon, 27 Jul 1998 05:31:34 -0400 Dhyrclhanc Said As CAoL Message # 00005145 At the same time as Dhyclhanc is deep in conversation with Jason, reality seems to shimmer... twice! The first time, two rings appeared on Dhyrclhanc's three-fingered hands, over top the Lens-T'Skrang's leather gauntlets. The one on his right hand was the familiar "First-Ring" that he gained on Oa but the one on his left hand was the mysterious, seemingly sterling silver, ring with the odd, stylized, rose symbol on it. The one that had appeared at the same time as the other incarnation of the Doctor. The second time, a _second_ Dhyrclhanc appeared over by Mike, Tink, and the newcomer; Scott Osborne. Even stranger was the fact that the original Dhyrclhanc seemed oblivious to these changes. "So, Mr. Osborne, is it? Am I correct in my calculations that your expected operational lifetime is something in the neighborhood of 19,013 years? Just how much of that do you currently have left? Also, as I am something of a Technomancer, myself, I'd be interesed in discusing your technical specifications with you, sometime. Of course, this is if you don't mind doing so." (Several universes away, almost of its own accord a certain short brooklin-ese piano player's off-hand began sneaking down to the blackjack he aways kept on his person. However, at the last minute, it returned to playing the keyboard, along with the other one) "No offence but, language being that it is, I found that alphabet soup that you spouted off before to be decidely uniformative. I wonder though, what is the significance of the name 'Scott Osborne'? Is it the name of the individual whose Ghost-tape provided a basis for your own personality matrix?" "Oh, I almost forgot, I had wanted to do this for some time now but I kept never getting the chance." Then turning to address a, seemingly, non-existent point just off his right shoulder, he says, "PIXAR, bring down all defencive stealth fields, including yours but save yours for last. And continue to maintain your standard defencive field." So saying, several items began appearing on, and around, the second Dhyrclhanc; his personal reality-stabilizer that Fuzzy had given them appeared on his belt, his Eye of Ammagatto appeared at the collar of his Ranger's longcoat, and the Phoenix medalion he had given a copy of to Roland (for a wedding present) appeared on his chest; suspended by what appeared to be a brass chain. However, the most drastic change of all was the appearence of a 3-inch diameter metalic dodecahedron less than a foot to the second Dhyrclhanc's right shoulder. The dodecahedron was constantly spinning on multiple axises. "Say hello, PIXAR." said Dhyrclhanc^2 A 8.5" x 11.5" silvery-grey holographic screen appeared to the right of the spinning solid and greenish-blue words began being printed out on it. #I am the P.I.X.A.R unit, created by a joint effort between Dhyrclahnc the Sentinel-Lensdragon and the Cat-Changeling Techno-mage Fuzzy.# #P.I.X.A.R. stands for Personal Information eXecutive and Access Resourse. In addition to serving as a high-end Personal Computer/Personal Digital Assistant/Information manager, I am capable of linking into any external computer, computer network, computerized system, or computer accessory and operate it as a Slave System or Unit. I also act as a highly efficient network hub linking my operator with all of his tool and weapon sub-systems. My I/O systems include a neural filed telepathy simulator and a solid light generator capable of creating holodynamic interfaces. Shall I continue?# "No PIXAR, that is enough for now." then Dhyrclhanc^2 turned to Mike and Tink and says, first to Tink, "It was very nice to meet you again, 'Tinkerbell' and then, to Mike, "In a minute, that other me who is over there talking to Jason, Roland and Morgan, is going to be very confused. You are the only one here who's going to be able to tell him that it has to to with this ring." He points to the "rose-ring" on his other hand. "You'd better tel him what it is and I'll give you a hint -- it's Time Lord technology. Saying that, he grins and disapears like a fragile soap bubble. The other Dhyclhanc; the first one, suddenly gains the outwards appearence of the second. Including the, now visible, PIXAR. Looking shocked, Dhyrclhanc sends, via Cyber-Psi, /#PIXAR, why are you visible now?#/ /#You just told me to #/ "Ah... everyone, this is PIXAR. He's my computer, amongst other things. I was going to call him cursor or pixel but as acronym happy as I tend to be, I decided upon PIXAR; Personal Information eXecutive/Access/Resourse." /^Roland?^/ sends a slightly purturbed Sentinel-Lensragon /^Bro, can you tell me what just happened here?^/ "I think I'll join Roscoe and look for something to drink." =========================== Date: Mon, 27 Jul 1998 03:19:52 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: AAE4: R&R (?) on Earth-9 On Mon, 27 Jul 1998 05:48:45 -0400 Dhyrclhanc Said As CAoL Message # 00005146 > On Sun, 26 July '98 Morgan and/or Roland Said > > *Wait a minute.* Roland frowns. *Why would Jodi Blake-past master > of diversion, subterfuge and corruption, use a bunch of hit-beasts? > Something is _very_ not right here...but it'll have to wait.* Thus a certain, still slightly confused, Dhyrclhanc can be heard to ask, "Uh... it's a 'Yellow Alert' then, Roland? And who, exactly, and what was this 'Jodi Blake' person, anyway." =========================== Date: Mon, 27 Jul 1998 04:05:28 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: AAE: Scott Osborne Exposed!! & etc. (Long) On Mon, 27 Jul 1998 06:43:57 EDT Scott Osborne Said As CAoL Message # 00005147 > "So, Mr. Osborne, is it? Am I correct in my calculations that your > expected operational lifetime is something in the neighborhood of > 19,013 years? Just how much of that do you currently have left? > Also, as I am something of a Technomancer, myself, I'd be interesed > in discusing your technical specifications with you, sometime. Of > course, this is if you don't mind doing so." "*ahem* 19,013 years is my 'vacation' time. My expected lifetime is much longer. How long is unknown, since they're still waiting for one of the early, 'flawed' prototypes (made Many Many millenia ago) to run down... "My specs are secret, for various reasons, but basicly, my design is really just an excuse for the reality projector. The projector can act as a generator; I can store energy and data using various tricks involving the projector. But other then the projector and my control system, I don't have a single 'moving' part." > "No offence but, language being that it is, I found that alphabet > soup that you spouted off before to be decidely uniformative. I > wonder though, what is the significance of the name 'Scott Osborne'? > Is it the name of the individual whose Ghost-tape provided a basis > for your own personality matrix?" "Sorry about that. Anything in particular you'd like to understand?" <...> "As to my name, 'Scott Osborne' is just a field assigned to me at random. Specificly, my name is 'Carson Scott Osborne', but I go by my middle name for various reasons." =========================== Date: Mon, 27 Jul 1998 09:08:17 -0700 (PDT) Subject: RE: AAE4: R&R (?) on Earth-9 On Mon, 27 Jul 1998 10:47:50 -0500 Zia Said As CAoL Message # 00005148 : *Phoenix, Gaia and LIGHT!* Roland swears almost reverently. *Jodi :Blake, unless some walking corpse is using her base form. She's one :of the smarter, nastier, more ruthless Nephandi...who are all nasty :and ruthless. James, you're welcome any time, but I wouldn't :recommend advertising your presence in this reality very much.* James just grins his tight, cruel grin, and says only, *Somehow, I thought you'd have made her acquaintance. Is it just me, or have you ticked off personally every villainess within a large radii Shadow-wise of your local reality? I thought I had a reputation as a lady killer, but your own "little black book" appears to be a set of volumes, chap.* : *Wait a minute.* Roland frowns. *Why would Jodi Blake-past master :of diversion, subterfuge and corruption, use a bunch of hit-beasts? :Something is _very_ not right here...but it'll have to wait.* *Well (sigh), as Sarah's first serious lover's nom de guerre was Blake Graves, I suspect either a reason of love, or love as a motive or reason d'etteire. If I were forced to surmise on the piecemeal information I have currently, I'd say it was at least a dual-pronged attempt at corrupting Morgan. First, real toughs on the attacking Immortal group that she could handily defeat mixed with a couple of kids who were stupid that Morgan wouldn't have handled killing very well. And against that many, alone, she wouldn't have a choice. Or if she had hesitated, Jodi probably had a plan to puppet that Tom, I believe his name was, into attacking while Morgan hesitated. If only I could have broken her shield, it might have been a grand upset of their plan to so feint and be taken off at the elbow. Ah, well. One cannot win all engagements. Back to their purposes.... That first would only happen if the others hadn't been able to corrupt her by force. The inclusion of a vampire in this work makes me think of such intentions; can an Immortal be made undead, Roland? Yes, I know how I sound, but I've been doing the same thing, if for perhaps less heinous causes, for quite some time now, and thinking like this sort of enemy isn't hard.* *As for advertising my presence... well, it's a bit late for that. One doesn't crash delicate political negotiations, take out assassins on the equivalent of Central Park, make the local Inspector and most of his cadre suspicious of philandering, and still expect a low profile. Never been my style, anyhow. Although... (chuckle) with Dhyrclhanc around, it should be easier to confuse the issue. Or we could have a royal row here in front of Jason over Morgan, and I could attempt to use that as an opening wedge - ah, no. Drat. We haven't the time to spare.* James rejoins the group of CAoLers in the backyard, clad in a solid English-tailored suit. It is notably NOT black, but a deep brown with a bare hint of darkest blue threading in subtle stripes. It looks like it could easily have cost a Earth (Prime) year's pay. He has a vest to soften it up from formality, however, along with his school tie. "I believe I managed to ... persuade the kitchen to set up an early breakfast, Morgan; I hope you don't mind. It came out to the table looking rather more like a British high tea than I had intended. For some reason, Fae magic does always seem to go more than a bit over-board around me." (ooSC: All right, which school would James wear, trivia buffs? I know the answer...) "Does anyone mind if I have a smoke before joining you inside? Try to keep it outdoors, here recently." He takes out his three-gold band Japanese brand and taps the end on the case a few times in preparation of lighting it. The Men in Black canvassing the area will find something quite unlikely - absolutely no one saw or noticed any of the latest high-jinx at Morgan's house. Almost as if some reality-bending force had simply made up it's (his!) mind that such notice being taken would be highly improbable. James' glance flicks over Jason, but he doesn't go out of his way to restart any trouble, given that he seems to have (once again!) missed getting here in time. Let's just say James' is thoroughly under-impressed with local law (or what looks like law) enforcement quality. =========================== Date: Mon, 27 Jul 1998 10:36:17 -0700 (PDT) Subject: AAE: Somewhere in the Multiverse On Mon, 27 Jul 1998 12:59:37 -0400 Caprice Said As CAoL Message # 00005149 Those few who know this place called it the Tesseract, a somewhat inaccurate description. Others might call it a pocket dimension... or a taste of hell. All were not quite accurate, while holding elements of the truth. It was a small universe, one whose geometry was not quite Euclidean. It was a living place, whose halls and chambers had found their unknowing echoes in the work of H.R. Geiger. It had been the silent witness to many pains, and to experiments that had no place on earth. Within one of the many laboratories, the individual sometimes known as Mr. Sinister brooded. In his current form his skin was pale beyond even that of a corpse, and eyes were black sometimes glowing with a demonic red light. His teeth were like a shark's, a mouth full of razor sharp points. His hair was ebon, pulled back from his face and falling to just short of his shoulders. His garb was black, and a tattered cloak fell from his shoulders like the wings of a fallen angel. He sat in a chair that grew up from the floor, beside a console that was more a remnant of old habits than anything else. It was his symbiosis with this place that truly enabled him to monitor his subjects... including the woman he was currently brooding over. Clad in a black body suit, she floated, suspended in a tube of viscous green gel. The thick fluid stole the color from her features, hid the tints of her hair, denying him the full sight of his latest work in progress. A respirator covered her mouth and nose, and various tubes ran in and out of her body, making her look like a fly strung on a spiders web. Mr. Sinister closed his eyes, fingers arched into a steeple before him, and contemplated what would be revealed when this work was finally completed... These changes to the woman called Legion. =========================== Date: Mon, 27 Jul 1998 21:42:25 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: AAE IV: Finale: A Bit of Gambling On Tue, 28 Jul 1998 00:07:56 EDT Dane0R0A Said As CAoL Message # 00005150 Driscoll Said > /Ok. well. umm, when I think of what to say. right now I'm still > trying to figure out where this is. The force shadow guys said they > were going to send up where we needed to be, and obviously they sent > us to the right place but I damn well wish they would get more > specific sometimes. I'm not sure what we're supposed to be doing./ /Well, I and Dragon's Bane are here, to assist and protect the CAoL, as best we can. My, discreet, scans indicate that the space station there is Babylon 5. The big carrier, over there, is known as the Battlestar Galactica. There is a mix of refugee ships, with the Galactica, and a number of ships that are to be found around Babylon 5 regularly./ Aurora answers, and then pauses. /Dragon's Bane, has just informed me that there are unknown vessels inbound, still in hyperspace. He expects they will emerge on the other side of that planet there./ She continues. =========================== Date: Mon, 27 Jul 1998 21:42:39 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: AAE: Scott Osborne Exposed!! & etc. (Long) On Tue, 28 Jul 1998 00:26:40 -0400 Dhyrclhanc Said As CAoL Message # 00005152 > On Mon, 27 Jul 1998 06:43:57 EDT Scott Osborne Said > > "As to my name, 'Scott Osborne' is just a field assigned to me at > random. Specificly, my name is 'Carson Scott Osborne', but I go by > my middle name for various reasons." Actualy, by the time Scott gets around to saying, "Sorry about that. Anything in particular you'd like to understand?" the Dhyrclhanc he was talking to has disappeared. Actualy that _was_ kind of rude of me, sorry about that. However, the other Dhyrclhanc is still around. It ocurs to the construct that he might want to continue the conversation with the other Lensdragon (hint, hint). =========================== Date: Tue, 28 Jul 1998 00:09:45 -0700 (PDT) Subject: AAE4: Heading in for breakfast. On Tue, 28 Jul 1998 00:47:58 -0500 Molly Said As CAoL Message # 00005154 When it cane to food, Mike didn't need a second invitation. He and Tink, both curious about what an English High Tea might be like, headed for the kitchen. Before entering, Mike asked through the link, /Has anyone seen Legion? Molly was saying she had been looking rather ill once the reality shifting started and had slipped out sometime after. I was wondering if she was okay./ As they entered, Mike also sent to Dhyrclhanc, though not blocking it from anyone else on the link, /Hey, big guy, where did you come across a Time Ring? You temporally shifted yourself out there in the yard and chatted with Scott, Tink and I, then introduced us to PIXAR after it decloaked. You been getting friendly with the Time Lords?/ =========================== Date: Tue, 28 Jul 1998 12:39:33 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: AAE IV: Finale: A Bit of Gambling On Tue, 28 Jul 1998 12:23:05 -0700 (MST) Driscoll Said As CAoL Message # 00005155 > On Tue, 28 Jul 1998 00:07:56 EDT > Dane0R0A Said As CAoL Message # 00005150 > > /Well, I and Dragon's Bane are here, to assist and protect the CaoL, > as best we can. My, discreet, scans indicate that the space station > there is Babylon 5. The big carrier, over there, is known as the > Battlestar Galactica. There is a mix of refugee ships, with the > Galactica, and a number of ships that are to be found around Babylon > 5 regularly./ Aurora answers, and then pauses. /Dragon's Bane, has > just informed me that there are unknown vessels inbound, still in > hyperspace. He expects they will emerge on the other side of that > planet there./ She continues. Driss passes the information on to Forg. "Oh just flippin great. just what we need. With my damn luck they'll be hostile and we'll have to fight in this congestion. Can you say freindly fire up your wazoo???" =========================== Date: Tue, 28 Jul 1998 12:39:43 -0700 (PDT) Subject: AAE:Controller Quest On Tue, 28 Jul 1998 12:56:15 -0700 (MST) Driscoll Said As CAoL Message # 00005156 It took Jim three months of tacking through several dimentions until he tracked down the signal's final echo point and found out about the Borg ship. Knowing The Controller's final attacks had involved Borg, he knew that had to be it. A little form shifting and deep space travel was no problem. he may have even been able to do i wihtout much shifting since breathing and temperature regulation were unneeded but somehow it felt wrong. As the mini-ship approached the Borg ship scanned it and began moving weapons to train on it but Jim sent out a singal identifying himself as The Controller and was rewarded by silence. Docking, he shifted to a form to emulate the Controller and taped into the Collective to get his bearings, moving quickly to the Control room. Finding the brain, he touched it and sent a team of nanites to dis-assemble it into its component base elements while Jim accessed the computer equipment. He looked over the files on the CaoL with passing intrest, but stopped as a face appeared with aparent bio-specs and notations from observations of The Controller. Caprice. His minds recalled memories that were ot his own. Memories gleamed from Justin from a lifetime ago as the Controller. Just after his failed attempt to grab the power of Chaos and a young woman's chides over his self pity. Jim set some of his minds to track down Caprice through The Controller's equipment while the rest continued to search the database. What he found was not good news. The Controller had set up other sites in toehr dimentions with brain packs set on timers fr activation. The quest wasn't over afterall. Caprice's search did not seem to go much better. He finally found her, or a version of her anyways, but she was unresponsive in an almost completely uninhabited universe. Jim looked over his options and weighed them carefully. The quest to destroy the Controller would take longer than he thought, but he could complete another of what he knew would have been one of Justin's wishes right now. Jim directed the Borg to transfer himself and the Controller's equipment to a small uninhabited planet below and sent them off on their own to wander with their only new directive to never disturb this planet. Once his new home was set up, Jim resumed his normal boyish shape and set the machinery to open an X-window to Caprice's location. As the shimmering portal opened, he stepped through. (OOC: OK this can happen really anytime, so if no one else knows how to find Caprice I can have Jim find her first and try to find an IC reason to call Nemesis for help. otherwise he'll just show up after others already have. Thanks to Thorne's enhancements, the equipment should automatically find a pathway unblocked by pretty much any defenses anyways to get him in.) =========================== Date: Tue, 28 Jul 1998 13:28:35 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: AAE4: Heading in for breakfast. (Long) On Tue, 28 Jul 1998 16:18:20 -0400 Dhyrclhanc Said As CAoL Message # 00005157 > On Tue, 28 July '98 Mike Knight Said > > Before entering, Mike asked through the link, /Has anyone seen > Legion? Molly was saying she had been looking rather ill once the > reality shifting started and had slipped out sometime after. I was > wondering if she was okay./ /I was wondering about that myself. Something tells me we might want herwhere we are going next. At least I think we will want all the hands we can muster if we are going up against that B5-style shadow./ Does everybody in the CAoL know IC to refer to Knightmare as such? /^Fuzzy, can you whip up something that'd be able to search for Caprice throughout the Omniverse? Based upon a Caprice's bio-signature, perhaps?/ > As they entered, Mike also sent to Dhyrclhanc, though not blocking > it from anyone else on the link, /Hey, big guy, where did you come > across a Time Ring? You temporally shifted yourself out there in the > yard and chatted with Scott, Tink and I, then introduced us to PIXAR > after it decloaked. You been getting friendly with the Time Lords?/ Dhyrclhanc the Sentinel-"Lens-T'Skrang" looks at Mike strangly, /What are youtalking about Kny-er-Mike? I don't know anything about any Time-Ring, and the only Time Lord I've ever gotten friendly with is the same one you have; The Doctor./ Dhyrclhanc pauses momentarily, stopping to think. /You say I temporaly shifted across the lawn to chat it up with you, Tink, and this new "Scott Osborne" person, hmm? Sounds like going sideways in time to me. Only I don't remember any of this. So I must have grabbed a future version of myself. The only way I am able to time-travel is using the Gateway effect of my GL ring, or I can travel through time through the use of the C-bands but that just allows for the subjective"now" that I am at here, in this fictional alterverse, is not nessarily the subjective "now", in the fictional alterverse, where I arrive./ /So what you are saying is that this ring/, he gestures to the "rose-ring" /Is a Time-Ring? Well, at least that explains why the Doctor was so intent on trying to tell me something on Greyworld. As a matter of fact the ring was only on my finger when I arrived. Before that I had not seen the Doctor in a dog's age and the only thing I've been involved in that would interest the Time Lords is the -- RYCHEZEIST! Rychezeist must be related to the Time Lords somehow. Well, now the game gets interesting, thanks Mike./ "Now, what was that I heard sombody say about breakfast?" =========================== Date: Tue, 28 Jul 1998 14:03:56 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: AAE4: Heading in for breakfast. (Long) Fuzzy Said As CAoL Message # 00005158 > On Tue, 28 Jul 1998 16:18:20 -0400 > Dhyrclhanc Said As CAoL Message # 00005157 > > /^Fuzzy, can you whip up something that'd be able to search for > Caprice throughout the Omniverse? Based upon a Caprice's > bio-signature, perhaps?/ /^ Probably not, Her Bio-Sig changes from time to time and anything Broad Enough to get around that, Would find all of her Alternates as well. Mental-Sig is almost as bad, but possible, Only if She is awake... Let Me think on it for a few...^/ =========================== Date: Tue, 28 Jul 1998 14:36:56 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: AAE4: Heading in for breakfast. (Long) On Tue, 28 Jul 1998 17:25:05 EDT Scott Osborne Said As CAoL Message # 00005159 >/^ Probably not, >Her Bio-Sig changes from time to time and anything Broad Enough to >get around that, > Would find all of her Alternates as well. >Mental-Sig is almost as bad, > but possible, Only if She is awake... >Let Me think on it for a few...^/ "If I can help?" Scott butts in, "Oh, I'm sorry if listening in on your Telepathic conversation is rude of me, but I just wanted to suggest this." And with that, he takes out a small device. "Just give me a definate time and place, and it'll follow her through thick and thin. As long as she doesn't do a change of greater then 20 kiloNixons in less then one second, it'll keep up." The device looks like the screen and keyboard were the primary design consideration. Its about as big as a paperback book. The front is a screen, with the words 'a2 ColorS' [sic] [1] writen on the top. The back is a keyboard with a large number of incomprehensable symbols. An blank LCD adorns the top of the keyboard. There are several dials on the sides (although the front and back are empty but for two buttons marked "ON/OFF" and "HIDE" respectively). The device is held by the four bendable legs that extend out from the corners. is a better way of indicating you aren't sure of your spelling. [2] [2] I'm just Full of interesting facts.> Thanks Scott "Det. Gadget" Osborne =========================== Date: Tue, 28 Jul 1998 15:10:59 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: AAE4: Heading in for breakfast. (SHORT) On Tue, 28 Jul 1998 17:39:01 -0400 Caprice Said As CAoL Message # 00005160 When the first individuals arrive in the kitchen for breakfast/tea they find that someone has already beaten them there. A small grey kitten looks up from the table, blinking in surprise, then attempts to quickly drag off the finger sandwich she has appropriated for herself. =========================== Date: Tue, 28 Jul 1998 15:38:27 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: AAE4: R&R (?) on Earth-9 On Tue, 28 Jul 1998 22:19:39 -0700 Stranger Said As CAoL Message # 00005161 > On Mon, 27 Jul 1998 10:47:50 -0500 > Zia Said As CAoL Message # 00005148 > > James rejoins the group of CAoLers in the backyard, clad in a > solid English-tailored suit. It is notably NOT black, but a deep > brown with a bare hint of darkest blue threading in subtle stripes. > It looks like it could easily have cost a Earth (Prime) year's pay. > He has a vest to soften it up from formality, however, along with > his school tie. "I believe I managed to ... persuade the kitchen to > set up an early breakfast, Morgan; I hope you don't mind. It came > out to the table looking rather more like a British high tea than I > had intended. For some reason, Fae magic does always seem to go more > than a bit over-board around me." (ooSC: All right, which school > would James wear, trivia buffs? I know the answer...) Stranger, moving inside, finds breakfast. After helping with any remaining preparations he helps himself to a large cup of strong coffee. "You know, I've just been to the damndest place. Some sort of Inquisition was in charge, they banned pretty much everything as sinful. Coffee included." Stranger paused to pour a second cup, at which point he started to eat as well. =========================== Date: Tue, 28 Jul 1998 15:42:34 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: AAE4: Heading in for breakfast. (SHORT) On Tue, 28 Jul 1998 18:37:12 -0400 Dhyrclhanc Said As CAoL Message # 00005162 > On Tue, 28 Jul '98 Caprice Said > > When the first individuals arrive in the kitchen for breakfast/tea > they find that someone has already beaten them there. A small grey > kitten looks up from the table, blinking in surprise, then attempts > to quickly drag off the finger sandwich she has appropriated for > herself. /Hello Mischef, do you know where your mommy is?/ =========================== Date: Tue, 28 Jul 1998 16:09:57 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: AAE4: Heading in for breakfast. (SHORT) Nemisis Said As CAoL Message # 00005163 > On Tue, 28 Jul 1998 18:37:12 -0400 > Dhyrclhanc Said As CAoL Message # 00005162 > > /Hello Mischef, do you know where your mommy is?/ /Mischief is Here?, Be Right There./ In the Middle of the traveling group Nemisis suddenly releases a Split (Buffy of course) who hurries ahead to see Mischief. "Mischief, are you well? Do you need any help?" =========================== Date: Tue, 28 Jul 1998 16:22:57 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: AAE4: Heading in for breakfast. (SHORT) On Tue, 28 Jul 1998 16:59:34 -0700 (MST) Driscoll Said As CAoL Message # 00005165 > On Tue, 28 Jul 1998 17:39:01 -0400 > Caprice Said As CAoL Message # 00005160 > > When the first individuals arrive in the kitchen for breakfast/tea > they find that someone has already beaten them there. A small grey > kitten looks up from the table, blinking in surprise, then attempts > to quickly drag off the finger sandwich she has appropriated for > herself. Roscoe notes Mischief's arrival with only slightly blurred thinking from the six pack of hard cider he had recently consumed. *Hello Mischief. It's nice to see some childern have stayed children.* =========================== Date: Tue, 28 Jul 1998 17:03:40 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: AAE4: Heading in for breakfast. (Long) Fuzzy Said As CAoL Message # 00005166 > On Tue, 28 Jul 1998 17:25:05 EDT > Scott Osborne Said As CAoL Message # 00005159 > > "If I can help?" Scott butts in, "Oh, I'm sorry if listening in on > your Telepathic conversation is rude of me, but I just wanted to > suggest this." Ok, we've been told he picked up and Echo... OOC > And with that, he takes out a small device. "Just give me a definate > time and place, and it'll follow her through thick and thin. As long > as she doesn't do a change of greater then 20 kiloNixons in less > then one second, it'll keep up." /We can't be sure on rate of change, Some of Her Methods are Unique, but {} is a space/time/dimension event point the she was co-incident with./ /If you would be kind enough to inform me of your method intercepting the information, that there was a search on?/ =========================== Date: Tue, 28 Jul 1998 17:09:38 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: AAE4: Heading in for breakfast. (SHORT) On Tue, 28 Jul 1998 19:24:23 -0400 Caprice Said As CAoL Message # 00005167 >Nemisis Said As CAoL Message # 00005163 > >> On Tue, 28 Jul 1998 18:37:12 -0400 >> Dhyrclhanc Said As CAoL Message # 00005162 >> >> /Hello Mischef, do you know where your mommy is?/ Mischief gets the little sandwich to a safe spot, and bats it open, begining to lick out the filling. *mommy is sleeping... she won't wake up, not even to FEED me...* >"Mischief, are you well? > Do you need any help?" Mischief just mews pitifully, managing to sound like she is STARVING. *i'm HUNGRY... nobody feeds me!* =========================== Date: Tue, 28 Jul 1998 17:37:53 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: AAE4: Heading in for breakfast. (SHORT) Nemisis Said As CAoL Message # 00005168 > On Tue, 28 Jul 1998 19:24:23 -0400 > Caprice Said As CAoL Message # 00005167 > > Mischief just mews pitifully, managing to sound like she is > STARVING. *i'm HUNGRY... nobody feeds me!* Buffy Picks up the kitten in one hand and the sandwich in the other being careful to keep relative postions stable... and starts cuddleing the kitten "Ohh poor baby, Do you know where she is sleeping?" When the kitten finishes the sandwich filling Buffy will re-assemble the outer parts of the sandwich into Tasty Kitten supplement... and produce more as needed.. Between courses Buffy will sit down with the food on one knee and the kitten in her lap so that she can use both hands to groom the kitten. =========================== Date: Tue, 28 Jul 1998 17:43:59 -0700 (PDT) Subject: AAE 4: Searching for Caprice (Osborne Style) On Tue, 28 Jul 1998 20:16:22 EDT Scott Osborne Said As CAoL Message # 00005169 In a message dated 98-07-28 20:04:26 EDT, you write: > /If you would be kind enough to inform me of your method > intercepting the information, that there was a search on?/ "Well, this is a tracker. It observes the point which you gave me, and follows her from there. How it does it without being noticed is beyond your clearance.[1]" He then enters the coordinates on the keypad, and turns the device over, and turns one of the dials. He pushes another, and eventually... [1] Fnord. =========================== Date: Tue, 28 Jul 1998 17:48:33 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: AAE4: Heading in for breakfast. (SHORT) On Tue, 28 Jul 1998 17:43:52 Morgan and/or Roland Said As CAoL Message # 00005170 >On Tue, 28 Jul 1998 16:59:34 -0700 (MST) >Driscoll Said As CAoL Message # 00005165 > >> On Tue, 28 Jul 1998 17:39:01 -0400 >> Caprice Said As CAoL Message # 00005160 >> >> When the first individuals arrive in the kitchen for breakfast/tea >> they find that someone has already beaten them there. A small grey >> kitten looks up from the table, blinking in surprise, then attempts >> to quickly drag off the finger sandwich she has appropriated for >> herself. Morgan, noticing her newest guest, opens a can of tuna and casually sets it on the counter. > Roscoe notes Mischief's arrival with only slightly blurred thinking >from the six pack of hard cider he had recently consumed. *Hello >Mischief. It's nice to see some childern have stayed children.* Morgan sends Roscoe a hug. *Mischief, we may have to leave here for a little while. After we help your Mommy, of course. But if you'd like someone to play with I think I can come up with something. That is, if you don't mind playing with wolves that know how to play nice with kittens.* *I'm sure I could get Leetah to bring the pups by if we need someone to babysit while we go crusading,* she adds, excluding Mischief. =========================== Date: Tue, 28 Jul 1998 18:10:37 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: AAE 4: Searching for Caprice (Osborne Style) On Tue, 28 Jul 1998 20:46:51 -0400 Caprice Said As CAoL Message # 00005171 >On Tue, 28 Jul 1998 20:16:22 EDT >Scott Osborne Said As CAoL Message # 00005169 > >He then enters the coordinates on the keypad, and turns the device >over, and turns one of the dials. He pushes another, and >eventually... > > At the point where Legion leaves that dimesion the trace is... broken. It's as if she was somehow erased from existance. Of course, he can start scanning elsewhere to see if the trace can be picked up... ... over how many worlds... ... how many realities? =========================== Date: Tue, 28 Jul 1998 18:10:43 -0700 (PDT) Subject: AAE:Caprice Quest On Tue, 28 Jul 1998 18:35:53 -0700 (MST) Driscoll Said As CAoL Message # 00005172 The shimmering doorway appears in the lab of Mr. Sinister and Jim casually steps out and looks around as it closes behind him. His eyes fall quickly on the body of Legion floating in the tank. Appraising her situation, he then begins to visually analyze the equipment she is hooked up to, finding it is the technology that at least overtly he is not familiar with. Thus he brings his attentoin finally to Mr Sinister. "Greetings. We have come to bring a message to the one known as Caprice. My equipment tracked her here, and I find her in this equipment. Is she suffering from a medical condition? If so, please inform me of the cause that I may help to remedy her so I may pass on my message as quickly as possible." =========================== Date: Tue, 28 Jul 1998 18:37:53 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: AAE 4: Searching for Caprice (Osborne Style) On Tue, 28 Jul 1998 21:13:29 EDT Scott Osborne Said As CAoL Message # 00005173 >Of course, he can start scanning elsewhere to see if the trace can be >picked up... > >... over how many worlds... >... how many realities? Of course, the machine just uses the last decent signal it got coming from her, and searches for that. Thanks Scott "Grep" Osborne =========================== Date: Tue, 28 Jul 1998 18:37:58 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: AAE4: Heading in for breakfast. (SHORT) On Tue, 28 Jul 1998 21:19:27 -0400 Caprice Said As CAoL Message # 00005174 >Buffy Picks up the kitten in one hand and the sandwich in the other >being careful to keep relative postions stable... > and starts cuddleing the kitten Mischief has missed one meal, two at most. And her fur needs to be groomed. >"Ohh poor baby, > Do you know where she is sleeping?" *that other-place... not like home, but like it* >When the kitten finishes the sandwich filling Buffy will re-assemble >the outer parts of the sandwich into Tasty Kitten supplement... >and produce more as needed.. > >Between courses Buffy will sit down with the food on one knee and the >kitten in her lap so that she can use both hands to groom the kitten. Mischief eats contentedly, distracted by food and being petted. Then: >On Tue, 28 Jul 1998 17:43:52 >Morgan and/or Roland Said As CAoL Message # 00005170 > >Morgan sends Roscoe a hug. *Mischief, we may have to leave here for a >little while. After we help your Mommy, of course. But if you'd like >someone to play with I think I can come up with something. That is, >if you don't mind playing with wolves that know how to play nice with >kittens.* Mischief looks up. *can't I come with? i'm a good kitten. i'll help! wolves are big... they might step on little kittens...* =========================== Date: Tue, 28 Jul 1998 18:38:03 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: AAE:Caprice Quest On Tue, 28 Jul 1998 21:24:41 -0400 Caprice Said As CAoL Message # 00005175 >On Tue, 28 Jul 1998 18:35:53 -0700 (MST) >Driscoll Said As CAoL Message # 00005172 > > The shimmering doorway appears in the lab of Mr. Sinister and Jim >casually steps out and looks around as it closes behind him. His eyes >fall quickly on the body of Legion floating in the tank. Appraising >her situation, he then begins to visually analyze the equipment she >is hooked up to, finding it is the technology that at least overtly >he is not familiar with. Mr. Sinister has risen to his feet instantly, movig to stand between the tank and Jim. There is a feeling that not only Sinister, but somehow this entire PLACE is watching Jim. > Thus he brings his attentoin finally to Mr Sinister. "Greetings. We >have come to bring a message to the one known as Caprice. My >equipment tracked her here, and I find her in this equipment. Is she >suffering from a medical condition? If so, please inform me of the >cause that I may help to remedy her so I may pass on my message as >quickly as possible." Mr. Sinister's eyes narrow as he regards Jim. "You may leave the message, or deliever it to her at another time. The condition of my... patients is no business of yours." =========================== Date: Tue, 28 Jul 1998 19:37:14 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: AAE:Caprice Quest On Tue, 28 Jul 1998 19:40:30 -0700 (MST) Driscoll Said As CAoL Message # 00005176 > On Tue, 28 Jul 1998 21:24:41 -0400 > Caprice Said As CAoL Message # 00005175 > > Mr. Sinister's eyes narrow as he regards Jim. "You may leave the > message, or deliever it to her at another time. The condition of > my... patients is no business of yours." "I do not have the time to stand about idly and wait and I do not wish to pass the message on. We desire to give it to her first hand. She is an aquaintence of our late father adn the message we bring is from he. If you refuse to even have the decency of informing me of her condition then we will have to resort to discovering it for ourselves." With that Jim forms The Controller's equipment inside his body shell and began trying to sieze control of the equipment but finding himself blocked more easily than expected by Sinister. Undaunted, he continues the battle of wills, thrusting and feinting just to try to get information on Caprice. meanwhile, realizing that he would need help, he sends out a singal to Nemesis. #Grandmother. I have saught out Caprice in order to pass on a message to her, but she is being held by a very uncooperative being and I need assistance to help her.# =========================== Date: Tue, 28 Jul 1998 19:41:04 -0700 (PDT) Subject: AAE 4: Break; FAST! On Tue, 28 Jul 1998 21:41:15 -0500 Zia Said As CAoL Message # 00005177 NOTE: FOOD WARNING (ooSC: just not the usual kind. :) James looks around, noting the clean up crew finishing, the small group talking about finding Legion, and the smaller group actually venturing inside. Those in view or smell of the table are rewarded with an elaborately dressed table in black cloth and silver dishes, covered with jams, jellies, at least six types of tea. The coffee isn't one conjured from Faerie - it seems a very rich, dark blend with a very deep coffee taste and just enough bitterness to make it coffee instead of chocolate - the beans seem to have been ground not too long before, and a small (think rolling tobacco) sack lies nearby, still half-full. The condiments include waffles, scones, biscuits of both oat and wheat types, raisin bread, cinnamon rolls, hot fresh-baked bread, and a seemingly mistakenly placed plate of eclairs so fresh the chocalate icing hasn't yet solidified, quite. A covered dish also has scrambled eggs, another has sliced ham. Then several smaller dishes of hot fruit toppings (for the waffles. Real maple syrup (not the fake stuff) sits waiting, next to a whole sled of real butter... next to a large stack of freshly-made (in smell, at least) buttermilk pancakes. Cheese-filled crepes whirl around a platter elaborately just beyond that, with a mound of various fruits - including some that it might take even Morgan a moment or two to figure out - including Earth pineapples, bannanas of both yellow and brown varieties, breadfruits, etc. There are small hand-sandwiches of every sort whirled on another platter - now somewhat marred by Mischief's early depradations... To everyone in general, "Well, if you're ready Morgan, the table awaits us." Thoroughly wonderful smells emanate from the rear door as James pulls it open, gesturing Morgan by, and giving Roland a gentleman's _gotcha that time_ sort of grin at beating him to it, this time. A coffee cup, fully loaded and smelling un-Earthly (ANY Earth) good, appears in James' off hand, however, and he sips it with a small smile. =========================== Date: Tue, 28 Jul 1998 20:31:54 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: AAE:Caprice Quest Nemisis Said As CAoL Message # 00005178 > On Tue, 28 Jul 1998 19:40:30 -0700 (MST) > Driscoll Said As CAoL Message # 00005176 > > Undaunted, he continues the battle of wills, thrusting and feinting > just to try to get information on Caprice. meanwhile, realizing that > he would need help, he sends out a singal to Nemesis. #Grandmother. > I have saught out Caprice in order to pass on a message to her, but > she is being held by a very uncooperative being and I need > assistance to help her.# #Jim, I will inform the others, And be with you shortly.# \Jim reports that he has found Caprice, But that he is unable to speak with her, She seems to be being Detained, By an Uncooperative Being. Jim would like some Assistance.\ \I have the coordinates, From Jim's Messages, Is anyone else coming With me?\ =========================== Date: Tue, 28 Jul 1998 20:38:33 -0700 (PDT) Subject: Re: AAE:Caprice Quest On Tue, 28 Jul 1998 23:04:10 -0400 Caprice Said As CAoL Message # 00005179 >On Tue, 28 Jul 1998 19:40:30 -0700 (MST) >Driscoll Said As CAoL Message # 00005176 > > Undaunted, he continues the battle of wills, thrusting and feinting >just to try to get information on Caprice. meanwhile, realizing that >he would need help, he sends out a singal to Nemesis. #Grandmother. I >have saught out Caprice in order to pass on a message to her, but she >is being held by a very uncooperative being and I need assistance to >help her.# Sinister, however, has lost all patience. "FOOL! You meddle in things you do not understand!" Several attacks lash out at Jim simultaneous... elecronic shocks through wherever the connections between Sinister's equipment and Jim. Simultaneously force-beams shoot from the walls trying to knock Jim as far away from Legion as possible while gravity fluctuations do the same. "You will stay away from her!" ===========================