Camelot 2001: The Return of Heroes

Isolde

Guardian's Desire
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Anyone wanting to join this thread, please go to either or both of these threads:

http://www.literotica.com/forum/showthread.php?postid=579514#post579514

http://www.literotica.com/forum/showthread.php?threadid=36721

The first one is the OOC thread where you can state who you wish to play and see who is playing whom. The second is the bios for each player and has alot of good info in it about the characters.




The day was rainy. No, you couldnt exactly call it a rain. It was more of a drizzle that fell onto and then dripped off of the short beard of the elderly man that was walking down the street.

He seemed a non descript man, really and if you looked at him close, you could not guess his age though, if you were to look directly into his eyes, you might catch a glimpse of a wisdom learned through countless ages.

He wore neat, though not expensive, clothing and an old battered brown hat. His two piece suit and white shirt were a cut that belonged to another generation and he wore no tie but left the first two buttons open.

He wore boots. They, also, were not stylish but simple and durable. The only thing that might have caused someone to look at this figure more than once would be the large ring with the blue stone set into it. It was a blue that matched his watchful eyes.

This non descript figure stopped in front of a door to a business set in the middle of other business buildings along the street. The building was modest and did not stand out from its sisters in anyway except for the gold lettering on the entrance. It said 'Knights Detective Agency' and below that 'Myrddin Emres proprieter'.

Taking off his hat, he moves to the door and into it, out of the sight of those on the streets. Reaching the haven of the lobby, he pauses again to look around the modestly furnished room before heading to the door marked 'Private'. The secretary sitting at the large desk that occupied about a third of that lobby, looked up at the figure, a word of protest upon her lips. Seeing the man, she halted he words and instead smiled at him.

"Good Morning, Mr. Emres," She said in a sing song tone of voice that usually calmed overly nervous clients,"Here is your mail, I have cleared your calender for the next two months as you have asked and I want to tell you that I think it is high time you took some vacation time." The woman was a small, pert girl whose comments toward her employer were genuine. For the five years she had been working for him, she had never seen him take a break and now he was taking two months off and sending her on a two months paid vacation. What more could a woman ask for?

And she knew her employer, Mr. Emres, could afford it. His reputation for always being able to come up with answers for his clients in record time had gained him many wealthy clients and the leisure to make his own hours and to pay his only employee very well.

Picking up her purse, she smiled and waived to him. "Well, I am off to enjoy this down time. Take care of yourself and I will see you in two months. Have a great vacation."

Myrddin Emres simply nodded and watched her head out the door without saying a word. Following her, he locked the door behind her and pulled the blinds causing the room to fall into a darkness lit only by the florescent lamps above which he turned off, plunging the lobby into total darkness-the dreary weather preventing the sun from shining through the curtains.

Instead of leaving the office himself, however, he made his way to the office once again and entered. The office was much the same as the lobby. Simple furnishings with minumum decorations. A desk, a few chairs, some pictures and that was it. He closed the drapes here and turned out the lights as well.

From this darkness, were anyone beside him, they would have heard murmurings of words not spoken in this world anymore. Words that held no meaning to those who were not trained in the arts of true magic. The words worked though and suddenly a light appeared along the wall of the office. It was a circular light and one that flickered but did not waiver. Into this light the man stepped and dissappeared from the office...and reappeared in a place that was dark and dank. Where torches flickered along the wall as if the man had stepped back in time.

Walking quickly across the floor, he encountered a table that held charts and maps. Papers filled with writings and calculations were scattered around the edges of the table but the middle of it was cleared of all debris for sitting upon it was a miniture table. The miniture was round and twenty six pewter figurines were gathered around it. Upon the small table were candles cast in the shape of twenty six shield and upon these twenty six shields were individual coats of arms. At the head of the table, the coat of arms held three gold crowns-the ensignia of a king.

There was one candle in the middle of the small table that was not in the shape of a shield. Instead it was in the shape of lovely lady that seemed to be made of sea foam instead of wax. The figure and detail of the candle made it apparent that the candle had not been cast from a mold but instead was carved lovingly by hand.

Twenty five candles for the men who would help raise up a king again and one candle for the lady that would help again make it possible.

Moving directly to this minature table, the man raised a hand above each candle and murmured more strange words before moving on to the next. His hand stopped lastly above the candle of the lady in the middle and, as his words died down, the candle burst into flame even though the elderly gentleman held no match.

A perfume filled the air and the man breathed it in, pausing to savor the incense before begining yet another chant, this time to guide him to where the flesh and blood creature that the candle represented resided. For a moment after his words ceased nothing happened. And then a light seemed to shimmer and envelope him and he was gone.

It was time.
 
Ooc: small request, don't take me first.



Gary stood before the courtroom, making eye contact with every single jury member. He respected their decision, indeed this would make or break his case right here.
"Ladies, and gentlemen of the jury, this is a simply case. My client was sexually harrased by the plaintiff, Mr. Smith. I have given you witnesses to this account; I have shown you a video tape of him making lewd gestures at my client, and I have even gone so far as to have Miss Sanderson give her own accounts of what has gone down at this establishment. There is no doubt in my mind that this man, if he still wishes to call himself that, has taken the freedom's and liberties away from my client. Liberties that were not even allowed for a woman until the turn of this century. She is not just fighting for her own rights, but for the rights of every woman who is being mistreated. Every secretary who gets cat called when she crosses a construction site, every innocent intern who keeps getting called names day after day. Well, I say no more. Let the people like Mr. Smith know that this is no longer acceptable in society, and find him guitly of this charge."
Gary took a deep breath, returning to his seat. Mary leaned over to him, there was look of doubt in her face.
"What do you think?"
He gave her a little smile, nodding. She nearly squealed in delight.
The prosecution made their closing statement. A rather general comment about how everything could be interpreted. How the witnesses they had called up made him to be a great family man, one who wouldn't dream of doing something like this. A bunch of crap if you asked him. There was no way this man was getting off.
No way.
The jury was dismissed. Gary sat back, finally able to breath again. He hadn't been able to sleep for weeks, going over this case again and again. He studied well into the night, and why shouldn't he? It was his first real case, he had to win, he just had to.
Three minutes later the jury came back in. Gary couldn't help but conceal a smile. He reached for a pad of yellow notebook and a pen. He wrote on it... you've won, and handed it to Mary. She read it, looking back at him. Her eyes were full of hope.
He barely heard the beginning, it was all riff raff. They tell him to rise, they state the laws he was guilty of... then... then.
"We find the defendent guilty..."
That was all he needed to hear. Gary just glazed over the rest. He had done it, weeks of work had paid off. They gave her the full settlement, 12 million. Of that, he would recieve a substantial amount, something he had been waiting for himself. Pay off college, and put a nice down payment on a house. Life was good.
Court adjourned, Mary nearly jumped into his arms, congratulating him.
"You were awesome," she hugged him fiercely. Gary gave her a squeeze, holding her at arm's length.
"Thank you, now come on. The press is going to need a few questions answered from you."
She looked back at him, "Aren't you coming too? I bet they would love to see the man of the hour."
Gary only shook his head, making his way to the back of the buidling, "No I'd rather just go home, and get some sleep."
"Modest."
"Guilty as charged."
Behind the courthouse he dodged a few reporters wanting to ask him something and made his way over to his car. He hopped in, massaging the cricks out of his neck. He needed to relax, take a load off.
There was something he hadn't done in a while. He wondered if Lynn would be on the streets at this time of day. There was only one way to find out, Gary turned the ignition and made his way to her old stomping grounds.
 
deke/sir garlin (i be imoen/morgana's don't touch)

i stand atop the cieling that is across from my next targets...to think i was getting paid to off a few dea goons.... i don't care how long someone's record is. i'll kill em anyway. fuck these jerks.

i get my rifle and i shoot the guy standing in from of the roof access. next i trail down to the asshole staring out the window of the 12th floor. when i fire i see an immediate cloud of red appear where his head used to be i know he isn't gonna tell anybody anything.

what's left of his brain slides out and happens to land on a kid. the little bastard makes to shriek so i shoot him in the throat. i just loved when potentially clean kills went all messy.

i leaped the distance to the lower roof of the other building. nice and quiet. i stealthily make my way down the roof access stairs and into the building. i sling my rifle over my shoulders and pull out two black hawk lugars. these babies were my fun toys. they served no other purpose then to create a nice delicious splatter of blood wherever it struck flesh. equipped with the silencers i had to have custom made for them they were ugly brutes. i hear another dea goon coming up the stairs and let realization hit home that he was dead. i put two shots from each pistol into his midsection...he went down like a baby i though to myself.

the next sunuvabitch i took out with a behind shot into his stomach and into his throat. he'd live a little while suffering as he watched his own blood pool before him as his eyes glazed over.

the next few actually get it violently as i come across three in one room.

one more left as i run the count in my head. i see him and let him draw his gun...he's terrified...here i am covered in blood, but none of it's mine. he can sense that his friends are splattered all over my sr-7 kevlar vest and camo. it doesn't matter if he screams. no one will come running now.

i fire a shot into both his arms and they fall. the right arm holding the gun hits the wall and bounces to the floor behind the man as he stares at his left arm hanging by mere sinew. blood is poouring from the bastards stumps, but i'm not through with him yet. the agony hasn't begun to end with this one. i fire bith pistols into his left knee blowing it out from under him and he fals to the ground. he's crying. pleading for me to kill him now. instead i make him suffer more. as i take the other leg off. his blood is all over my face now. yet i still don't blink. i fire a shot into his stomach. letting him feel how it is to have a pic of jagged searing hot metal rip through his gut. i decide to kill him as his eyes start to glaze and his crys for mercy have lowered to whimpers. i fire two more round into his chest and the in a curve. i'm tempted to cut have a nice day into his body under the smiley face i've shot into him :) .

i leave the building through the front. still drenched in blood i walk the streets to my car about a block away. the columbians paid more than my normal fees for this bloodbath. something didn't smell right. they could've easily done this themselves...

i decide to go back to the villa of the bastard that had some explaining to do. i dbl checked to make sure i reloaded everything. i might need it again soon.

i ride the rest of the way with the window down and the warm wind drying the agents' mixed blood on my face.

i was going to get my questions answered even if i had to do it the hardway.....
 
deke/sir garlin

ooc: sadistic asshole ain't i....no sense in showing off for any knights reading this thread about my stealthy skills. i won't make that mistake twice.
 
Thomas/Tristram

As he walked into the store the first thing that he heard was the people calling his name. His latest book had come out as a huge bestseller and his agent had thought that it would be best that he go out on a book signing as soon as possible. He was escorted over to where he was going to sit for the next three hours and as soon as he sat down it was if a signal had been set off for the crowd to move towards the table.

The first person he saw was a beautiful young woman who said, "I just loved your last book. You are the best writer in the word."
"Now now. I wouldn't say that, I know of a lot of people more talented than I am."
Thomas signed his name to the book and looked up at her with a smile before she walked away, a large grin on her face.

He watched her walk off and then turned to the next person and signed the book after saying hello, glad you loved the book. That person disappeared quickly and the next person came up. Just then there was a noise in the middle of the crowd and Thomas looked up to see the security guards move towards the group. He got up out of his chair before the person standing before him could stop him and moved quickly towards the middle.

He got there before the security people could and the first thing he saw was a pregnant woman get pushed around. The first thing that he felt was anger at seeing this and the next thing anyone knew he was pushing into the group. He came up to the woman and took her hand in his then looked at everyone and called out, "Come on everyone, back up."

The people in the middle of the group moved away from him just as the security people got to him and Thomas looked at the woman with a smile.
"Are you alright?"
"Yes, thank you. I was hoping to get to meet you. I guess that I was a little too late to get to the start of the group of people."
"Then come with me."

Before she knew it Thomas took her to the start of the line and pulled out a book, "Okay, who do I make this out to?"
"Oh, ummm, Mary."
"Okay. Mary, hope that what happened doesn't make you hate the book. Enjoy it and I hope that you have a nice, healthy child. Thomas Green."

Mary looked down at the book and then at Thomas with a large smile before kissing him on the cheek. She turned and as she started to walk away the person that was standing next to Thomas leaned down and said, "You are just too damn nice sometimes."
"Yeah, I know. But I really can't help who I am."

He then looked up at the next person and said, "Now, who do I make this out to?"
 
Rick Jackson\kay

"Well i finaly made it here." I comment meening the Garden. I walk in and find my manager Jason "Well boss one of you students finally made all the way to Madison Square Gardens how does it feel." I say knowing that i was the best he ever had.

"Ya ya i know but you dont have to be so damn cocky ya know. It was years before you became anything more than a janitor so remember i can boot you back down before you can potato just remember that."

I remembered well that all the trouble that had made me what I am today i thought with a sneer. "Hea boss isnt it time i go beat the shit outta someone in the ring or are you genan sit here and bitch about the old days to me when you were the head hancho?"

"Shut that mouth junior or ill shut it for you and if you really piss me off ill throw in the towel before the damn thing even starts you know i can and will!"

I knew he ment buissnes so i kept my mouth shut even though he had really started pissing me off. As soon as i get famous enoug Im going to get rid of him. So without any talk i get ready for the fight the most important one of my career my first and if i dont win it last title shot. I walk in and they announce me to the audiance. I hear chears as i run to the ring i look around and see all the people that i could see under the blinding ligts and then it hits hime IM GENNA LOVE THIS.
 
Mordred: Kyle Manning

Beep...Beep...Beep...

Kyle reached out and slammed the snooze button again. His head throbbed with yet another morning headache. "Ten more minutes and then I'll..." the words trailed off as he fell back into a fitful sleep.

With his short poniard he reached behind her and sliced through the ties of her corset. She gasped, "Sir Knight, please do to destroy not mine raiments. They be my only good set I do to own and I have no money to be replacing them." He heard her, but paid her no mind as her dropped the point of his weapon into her skirts and sliced straight down. The suddenly loose fabric dropped to the ground and after he pried the corset out from under her clenching arms, she stood before him in all her naked glory...

Beep...Beep...Beep....

Kyle groaned. "Fuck!" he said to no one in particular following it with a grimace. "Gotta get some aspirin." He pulled himself out of bed slowly, each step resounding in his head. The world around him was grey and blurry. The aspirin went down followed by several cups of water. It's the dehydration that gets you. He splashed some water on his face and rubbed his eyes until some hint of normal sight began to return. He looked himself over in the mirror. His eyes were bloodshot and the bags underneath were pretty noticeable. His looked more or less like he had been hit by something then thrown in bed to sleep it off. Kyle hated this time of the morning. It was the one time he regretted his lifestyle. He looked at his reflection, tyring to manage a weak smile, "Next stop, coffee machine."

Kyle's roommate, Mike, had cleaned the kitchen again. It's a good thing he did, because Kyle never managed to get it done himself. The coffepot sat in the corner with it's beautiful red light glowing brightly. Which meant that Mike, besides cleaning the place up, had also made some coffee this morning. "God, I love that man." As Kyle filled a cup and sat down at the table, his bleary sight snagged a note left by Mike.

Hey AA, Don't forget your calc final today at 10am. And your mom called again, the message is still on the machine. DG

AA stood for alcoholic's anonymous, which Kyle had no intention of joining. AA is for quitters he'd joke and I'm no quitter. DG was Mike's nickname from all the times people kept asking, "Hey, who's got da grass?" First he was Da Grass, then when that was too long to keep repeating he became DG.

"Shit!" Kyle looked at the clock. 9:50. "This is just fucking great! Why does this damn university always know when I'm going to be feeling shitty and decide to schedule a test for that day."

Throwing his coffee into a plastic mug and jumping into some clothes from the "dirty, but wearable" pile, Kyle raced out of the apartment and hoped he got to the test before he lost too much time.
 
Valin Hales/Percival

Val reached for the torq wrench and tried to pry apart the fused hitch to the combine feed. it was already 6 am and the animals hadnt been fed and the fields wernt going to pick themselves. 'where the hell were the new hands he'd hired' Val swore under his breath he was 23 and he was already burnt out and a failure. When father died and left them the Ranch and the surrounding farms. His brothers and sisters couldnt sell fast enough. every single one of em sold out and got the hell out of dodge. Now Val was trying to plow this sandpit keep the animals healthy, trying to earn a living, trying to keep the wolves at the bank at bay....Val's tanned muscles strained as he fumed about all the bills he was getting buried under.The pry bar snapped and pieces of metal flew every where. Val spun as the cinder blocks slipped and let the 4 ton monster collapse.Val barely got out in time and for a second was just glad to be alive. "Dammit" he screamed as he threw the useless piece of pry bar at the barn. headlights caught his attention and off in the distance a red sports car drove up. "Reg....thats all I need is big brothers wisdom right now". A pale older man in a suit stepped out of the car and yawned and stretched. "I see your still geeting up with the chickens Val. You might as Well go back to bed I canceled those farm hands you hired" Val glared and Reg stepped back away from his little brother. Val Had worked the farm all his life. Val was 6'2 and had the build of a laborer. His sandy blond hair was long and tied back ,his hazel eyes almost flashed red and as he stepped menacingly towards his older softer brother his muscles fairly split his old tattered hand me down shirt. "Listen Val the money is gone...We cant lend you anymore and this land is much more valuable sold than you could make farming it in 20 years. I have 3 offers for you, read them and take the one you want. But choose in the next 2 weeks or the bank will step in and then the choice will be taken out of your hands." Val stepped closer to his brother and Reg jumped into the car "Listen lil bro this is no time for one of your tantrums I." Val reached for the car And Reg peeled out Val Grabbed the spoiler and fell off the car as it tore off the car Val threw it at the disaperring vehicle. "Stay off this land you sell out vulture If Father had lived to see this hed have hided you."Val sat and watched the sunrise over the beautiful lands that had been in his family for over 100 years.
 
Tanya

"God this sun is unbearable" I say to noone in paticular. I turn to my assistant "Jason tell Mark to get the number 5 and 7 submersables in the water and to explore the deep water then get team 3 together to explore the shoreline." "yes Tanya" Jason said as he ran to tell everyone that needed to be told her message. Everyone on the dig was very laid back and easy going which was why they refered to everyone by there first names insted of profesor etc. I turn to my boyfriend of 3 years. "Jeff how about you and i take some shore leave go to a nice hotel after the team and subs get back and do something we cant do here?" i say refering to his favorite pasttime sex.

"Yea you bet. oh and how about I go get you some sunscreen to take the edge of the sun i dont want you to get burnt on such a wonderfull day."

Today was special not only because it was our anaversery (he remembered shocking as it was to me) but because we found the city in all its glory. Atlantis it turns out wasnt where anyone thought it was buy it was part of Easter Island the city itself had sunk but most of the island was still there. I had beame famous for my descovery of that fact and the discovery of how the hell those damn statues came to be. Ahh yes i love this life.
 
Jacob O'Malley

"Last orders, ladies and gentlemen!" I called out, after ringing the brass bell which hung above the bar of the Cup Bearer.

I had inherited the pub from my father, and him from his father before him. I had grown up here, played on the street outside, and had always attented the local protestant church and gym with equal measure. Boxing was something I had a knack for, and it certainly kept me fit, not to mention it had helped more than a few times when trouble surfaced at my pub.

As my bar staff attented to the customers who quickly came up for their last drinks of the night, I lifted the bar hatch and went over to the juke box, which had been silent these last few minutes, and I dropped in a few dimes and made my selections.

I smiled as the first few chords played out of the song I had initially chosen, 'sweet soul dream,' and glanced around the pub, nodding to the regulars who caught my eye, while noting the odd possible troublemaker for turfing-out time.
 
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Nimue/ Lily

Lily stood in her lab feeding the fish in her enormous aquarium. She smiled at each and every one talking to them softly. Then turned around and headed for her coat. It was late and she needed to get home. There had been a robbery at the lab or at least it seemed so.. the only thing was nothing was stolen. She had been warned about being there alone but that didn't seem to bother her. She headed out to her car. She was reaching for the doornob when she felt as odd sense, as if someone was watching her.

looking behind her she didn't see anyone. Shrugging she opened her car door and slid inside turning on the ignition. Leaning her head back a moment she brushed her pale blonde hair out of her face. Lately she had felt a strange sense of antisapation, for what she didn't know. Now the feeling was back and images danced on the edge of her mind. Shaking her head she pulled out of the Lab parking lot and headed home.
 
Gary/Gareth

"Gary, haven't seen you in a while."
Gary smiled as Lynn got in the car. The same exact corner he had met her so long ago. She closed the door, and he was off.
"I've come into a bit of good luck, and decided to celebrate."
Lynn nodded, looking outside. She was very pretty, there were some lines across her face, but under that she was one of the most beautiful women he had ever met.
"How long do you need me tonight?"
Gary raised his eyebrows, "All night."
"Really? That's going to cost ya."
At this point Gary didn't care, "How much?"
"Two thousand, flat."
"No problem. Remember the case I told you about," she nodded, "Well, if finally came through, better than I expected."
"That's great. I am so proud of you."
Gary blushed, he couldn't believe it. He still blushed, it seemed like times for that were over. Guess not. Gary stopped the car.
"Olive Garden?"
Gary nodded, "Your my date tonight. That's why I'm paying you. Now, just wait there."
He got out, quickly moving around to open the door for her.
"Thank you."
They went inside.
 
Dr. Faye L. Morgan

The click of her high-heels rapped loudly along the heliport pad atop Avalon Enterprises, Incorporated. She grimaced slightly at the discomfort of her crushed toes within the hard unforgiving shoes. Infernal invention of the modern day, she thought, stylish or not, she hated them. She longed for the soft leather slippers of yesteryear. Or would that be yester-century? It was so easy to lose count now.

The winds raised by the still swirling blades wreak havoc her French twist, allowing the flaming red tresses to slip from their confines. She reaches up; long delicate fingers brush aside the bothersome flyaway wisps of silken hair that whip across her face. Her dark eyes narrow in irritation as her gaze lifts, an almost imperceptible flash of red crosses the iris as they focus on the heavy steel door. Without any tactile assistance, the door flies open before her. Without so much a hint of surprise or pause she continues to make her way quickly inside the building, ignoring her employees that immediately lower their eyes as she passes, the braver ones murmuring a quiet, respectful “Good morning, Dr. Morgan.” It’s not that Dr. Faye Morgan, CEO of one of the largest and most successful pharmaceutical companies this side of the Atlantic, necessarily deserves respect. More so, she commands it. Her employees don’t complain – for the generous salaries and excellent benefits she provides in compensation, they have little need to. Most are able to deal with her strict management style and stringent privacy – code of silence policies as well. Those few employees that have had trouble working with her or complying with her high standards, let alone broken any of her policies? Well, let’s just say they aren’t around anymore… at all.

It wasn’t the wind that caused her irritation. No, it was more than just a few slips of flyaway hair. It was much more than that. She glanced down at the large brown envelope she held in her hand. No, it was much much more than just the elements. It was he yet again, he who has steadfastly followed her like a curse for all these centuries. “Will the old fool ever give up?!” She growls under her breath as she strides into her spacious office, flinging her coat onto the large black leather sofa. Leaning a sleek hip against her desk, she glances out the large windows that make up the back wall of her office. Gazing out over the spectacular view of Manhattan, she takes a brief moment to collect herself and calm her rage. With a frustrated sigh, she turns reaching over and pressing the intercom button that links her directly to her assistant.

“Mitchell,” Her voice sounds melodious but the hint of steel behind the pleasing tone is all too audible. “I need you.”

Within mere moments the side door to her office opens and a handsome, impeccably dressed gentleman enters. ‘Now’ was not a necessary word for her vocabulary, for her employees and most that knew her, it was assumed.

“Good morning, Dr. Morgan.” Mitchell said pleasantly. “How may I help you?”

He’s at it yet again.” She waves the envelope before sliding it across the desk. “Have the legal department peruse the accusations and take care of them please?” She rubbed her temples as she stood. “I do believe I saw Fiske as came in. He should be able to deal with it effectively.”

“As you wish, Doctor. I’ll see to it right away. Can I get you an aspirin, M’am?”

A small, rare smile lifted the corners of Faye’s lips. “No, Mitchell. That will be all that I require for now. Hold all my calls and appointments for the next hour. I do not want to be disturbed.”

“Yes, M’am.” Envelope in hand, Mitchell turned on his heel and exited through the side door as quickly as he appeared.

Slipping into the posh leather seat at her desk, she slide out the top drawer and tapped a manicured nail over one of the many buttons displayed on the console. A small slit upon the top of the test slid back, giving rise to a large, sleek computer monitor.

“Lets see exactly what you’re up to, old man.” She murmured under her breath as her hand lifted, fingers spread and waved across the front of the monitor. The black of the screen slowly began to fade and then transform into what she was seeking. A flickering flame came to in almost startling detail. Her hand pulled back and the view widened, sharpening into crystal clarity. Her eyes widened in shock at the sight that greeted her. But shock passed quickly as she loosed a wicked laugh.

“The time is upon us then, Merlin.” With the mention of his name, the view rose from the candles that surrounded the small round table to the man in question. His startling blue eyes lifted and met hers, seemingly cutting through the dimensions of time and space to bore directly into her dark, obsidian orbs. Her smile widened in malicious delight. “Merry meet my old friend. Think you to keep this from me? You are more foolish that I thought.”
 
Jewel/Bors

"Julia-a-a-anna!"

"I'm up mom, just give me a minute!" She was up, too, sitting on her bed as Pascal rubbed back and forth through her arms. She picked up the kitten and held his face close. "Gotta go to work, cutie. Now you be quiet today. I don't wanna have to get rid of you." She stretched and rose, dumping the kitten on the floor. With the food and water bowls filled and just the faintest cat-scent coming from the litter box, she stopped for one last look in the mirror. She was a little short, 5'2", and her long dark hair was pulled back in a shaggy ponytail. She wore jeans and sandles, and had pulled on a white sleeveless top. The jeans were almost too much for a hot L.A. day, but she had to wear them for work. She turned sideways and backwards, then sighed. She'd love to get a membership in one of the health spas, like Gilly's on 19th Street. Then she'd drop about twenty pounds and have a nice butt and big boobs, just like the women in the ads. Yeah, right. Still... At least she didn't get bugged by the construction guys at the Projects. Rachel always acted embarrassed by their catcalls and whistles, and it was rude, wasn't it? But sometimes, she thought she wouldn't mind.

"Ju-li-anna!"

She met Rachel on the corner and the two started the walk to work. "How's that kitty of yours, Jewel?" asked Rachel. Julianna hated her name and had called herself Jewel since fifth grade.

"Christ Rach, I need to get out of that place," she said for the hundredth time. "I am so sick of mom yelling at me. No matter where I am in the apartment, she yells. No wonder dad stays out so late."

"You need to get your own place, girl," Rachel answered as usual. Both knew what that meant, though. True, Jewel might be able to afford her own place, but the places she could afford were barely decent enough for the rats. Anything better and safer would require more than her Videorama paycheck. Safer was the operative word. The Crips had tagged the buildings in this area, even the new wall put up just last week at the Projects. Idle men and boys watched as they passed, a few making sucking sounds at their rears but mostly not caring. Every day the same people, the same rudeness and apathy. At night the two sought shelter with their other friends, usually on a fire escape or a basement, drinking malt liquor and smoking grass. It was boring but routine, and there was a certain safety in routine. They reached the video store after twenty minutes and breathed deeply at the air conditioning, the one saving grace of this place.

After three hours of sorting and rewinding and shelving tapes, of idiotic customers who couldn't understand why they had to pay a late fee, of snotty kids screaming through the aisles and knocking over the displays, and the perverrts and their whores who stayed in the adult section sniggering over every damn title, Jewel sagged onto the stool behind the counter. Was there any part of her life that she didn't hate, she wondered. A wave of emotion welled in her throat, but she swallowed it down like always and looked around. Quiet for the moment. She reached under the counter and pulled out a book with the cover torn off, Ride the Wild Mustang. She pulled up her knees and dove into the other world of daring women and dashing men. Even if just for a few minutes, she was beautiful and free, and loved without restriction.
 
Merlin at Nimue's Home

Myrddin Emers or Merlin as Dr Morgan so aptly stated, relaxed in the evening twilight of Ireland awaiting the arrival of the young woman who had so changed his life those centuries ago. The woman now known as Lily Mc'lachlin.

He was leaning against the house and encased in shadow when she pulled up. Letting her step out of the car, he could sense the spirit of the woman he searched for awakening and struggling to appear. It was a spirit that had slept for centuries and that now would help to overcome one of the greatest evil that this century, like his own, had known. She would help set straight a mistake he, himself, had made all those years ago.

Steeling himself, he stepped from the shadows and walked silently up behind her. As if sensing his prescence, Lily whirled around, her eyes widening in fear and surprise. But in that momen, Myrddin caught her gaze and held it with his own, letting that spirit that resided in her body, the one he sought connect with it also.

She was there behind those eyes of clear blue. He could see her struggle to surface to meet his own gaze, to awaken and take her place once more as guide to the men that would be awaken after her. As his eyes held her own, he spoke and a voice went out to that soul that was there.

"It is time," The voice said, lending strength to the struggle,"You are needed."

Aloud, he said to the woman Lily Mc'lachlin,"Miss Mc'lachlin? My name is Myrddin Emers. I believe you were expecting me?"
 
Penelope Winslow/Gawaine

When I exited the shower, I grabbed a towel and ran it through my long unmanagable hair. I had never seen the need to spend much time on my appearance. I was happy with myself. Well, if the truth be known I had never wanted to call attention to myself. That only got you into trouble. Thats what Mama had told my twin sister and after what happened to my twin I knew that Mama was right.

I piled my hair into my signature sever bun, brushed my teeth and placed the large glasses on my face. Morning had always been my favorite part of the day. I felt vibrant and more alive.

I locked the house and made my way to the busstop on the corner. To say that I loved my job at the library would be a lie. I felt comfortable there among all the books. They never judged me and I could get lost in them. They provided a useful outlet for my fantasies. Fantasies that I could act out when I got home and turned on the computer.

Last night had proved sucessful in my endeavors. I had turned on the computer and smiled as it softly hummed to life. I logged into the adult chat room under one of my favorite aliases: CyberKittie. I could be anyone I wanted to be there. I was shielded by the anonymity of the internet. Last night I had been Katherine Butler. (I chose the name by combining two of my favorite characters from "Gone With The Wind" and "Wuthering Heights"). I found my "Heathcliffe" and my "Rhett" yesterday evening. I teased and taunted both until they practically begged for release.

I smiled again from the memory of it. An image that will carry me through my mundane tasks at work. I anticipated my second "dates" with each of the two men.
 
Sir Dagonet

DIRK GENTLY'S
HOLISTIC DETECTIVE AGENCY

We solve the whole crime
We find the whole person
Phone today for the whole solution to your problem
(Mising cats and messy divorces a specialty)
33a Peckender St., London N1 01-359 9112

A small, grey and nervous man made his way into Number 33, which was neatly sandwiched betwixt Numbers 37 and 45, and opened the door, which was marked by a shiny brass plaque, so new that the even the screws still held their sheen. It read "Dirk Gently's Holistic Detective Agency." He saw a short, musty hallway which contained little but the stairway that led up from it. Climbing the stairs, the man came to an open doorway, which led into a small ante-office, which he then entered.

From the inner office, a phone rang. He heard a voice, evidently responding to it. "Yes, Dirk Gently's Holistic Detective Agency. How can we help you?" A pause. "That's right, Mrs. Sutherland, messy divorces are our specialty." A longer pause. "Uh, sorry, Mrs. Sutherland, not quite that messy." The man went to the inner office door and knocked as the phone rang again. His knock was not answered, but he heard the same voice answer the phone. "I'm very glad you asked me that, Mrs. Rawlinson. The term 'holistic' refers to my conviction that what we are concerned with here is the fundamental connectedness of all things. I do not concern myself with such petty things as fingerprint powder, telltale pieces of pocket fluff and inane footprints. I see the solution to each problem as being detectable in the pattern and web of the whole. The connections between causes and effects are often much more subtle and complex than we with our rough and ready understanding of the physical world might naturally suppose. Let me give you an example. If you got to an acupuncturist with a toothache, he sticks a needle instead into your leg. Do you know why that is, Mrs. Rawlinson?" A pause.

"No, neither do I, but we intend to find out! A pleasure talking to you, Mrs. Rawlinson. Goodbye."

The door opened, and a rather round man stood before him. He wore a heavy old light brown suit which looked as though it had been worn extensively for bramble hacking expeditions in a distant and better past, a red-checked shirt which failed entirely to harmonize with the suit, and a green striped tie which refused to speak to either of them. He also wore thick metal-rimmed spectacles, which probably accounted at least in part for his dress sense.

"Ah, Mr. Sauskind, so good to see you again! I assume you are here about poor Roderick? As I have endeavored to explain to you, sir, over the last seven years of our acquaintance, I incline to the quantum mechanical view in this matter. My theory is that your cat is not lost, but that his waveform has temporarily collapsed and must be restored. Schrodinger. Planck. And so on." Mr. Sauskind opened his mouth, as if to speak, but Dirk continued on, "I grant you, sir, that nineteen years is, shall we say, a distinguished age for a cat ot reach, yet can we allow ourselves to believe that a cat such as Roderick has not reached it? And should we now in the autumn of his years abandon him to his fate? This surely is the time he most needs the support of our continuing investigations! This is the time we should redouble our efforts, and with your permission, that is what I intend to do!"

Mr. Sauskind looked bewildered, but found himself nodding his head in agreement, "Yes, we ought to do what's right for poor Roderick." Dirk seized his hand, nodding wildly himself, "In fact, Mr. Sauskind, I may have a lead. I have plotted and triangulated the vectors of the interconnectedness of all things, and traced them to a beach in Bermuda, which I will be forced to visit in the course of this investigation. I wish it were not the case, since, sadly, I am allergic to both the sun and rum punches, but then we all have our crosses to bear, do we not, Mr. Sauskind?" His client, now thoroughly confused, merely nodded, and eyed the door longingly. "Just sign this check, sir, and I'll be in touch. Ah, thank you. Good day to you, Mr. Sauskind."

Mr. Sauskind left in a hurry, and Dirk leaned back in his chair, lighting a cigarette and chuckled softly as he gazed at the check for ten thousand pounds.

OOC:With much gratitude to Douglas Adams: So Long, and Thanks for all the Laughs!
 
Book Signing

Tristan: I wasn't sure if you were looking for someone to respond to you, let me know if not and I'll change it.

Destiny Dorcha:

Destiny woke up late, typical. She hurriedly shoved her alarm clock off the desk in an attempt to shut it off. A loud groan as she fumbled over the side of her bed to find the beeping clock. The sound was begining to drive her nuts and finally she pushed herself off the bed to grab it and shut it off.

Looking at the clock after she sat it down her eyes immediately widened.

"Oh no! I'm late!"

She pushed herself up and grabbed her thin rimmed glasses shoving them onto her nose she dresed hurriedly doing a quick job of brushing her hair and throwing on her clothes.

"Gotta hurry."

She pushed her way through the door almost letting it slam before realizing she didn't have her keys. In the nick of time her foot shot into the crevice of the door, stopping it from closing and locking herself out. She ran in and searched over the table, the couch, her dresser and everything for her keys. She finally heard the satisfying *clank* as she shook her jeans. She withdrew the item from her back pocket dropping the pants on the floor before racing to her vehicle.

"I can make it..."

She checked her watch now, she'd left it at home. She rolled her eyes then started the car hurrying down the streets until she found the crowded book store. One of her favorites, but tonight was special, one of her favorite authors would be there, signing his new book. She was all smiles as she headed in, The Thomas Green! She took a step in and her face dropped, the line was allready growing. She quickly found her spot ever inching closer to him. The fans all seemed generic, I love your writing, you're the best.

Suddenly she realized she handn't anything better to say. Ideas raced through her mind, but nothing good enough. She bit her lip, she was next.

Then a racket in the back cought his attention and he was off. Oh shoot! What if he didn't come back! She'd miss getting his autograph!!! As she looked around frantically bewildered as she wasn't sure what was going on back there her mind cleared.

He came back with a young pregnant woman on his arm, she quirked a brow. He escorted her in front, which Destiny of course didn't mind at all, and offered her his book and signed it. Destiny smiled to herself, Chivalry wasn't dead.

As she approached her throat went dry.

"Umm... Destiny... Dorcha. Destiny Dorcha."

She managed it finally then smiled a little shyly as her glasses fell a little down her nose and unconciously she put a finger up pushing them back into place.

"Thank you sir, That was very nice of you... "

She sounded like a little girl, how stupid could she be. She chastised herself as he signed.
 
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Lily approached her front door holding back a yawn. She was about a foot away when she felt eyes on her. Spinning around she felt the urge to scream upon seeing a figure behind her. Her eyes met those of an elderly man. She felt some sort of expectation inside her and a sense of familiarity she could not explain. Frowning she continued to stare in his eyes realizing after about a minutte that he had introduced himself. She didn't remember expecting him but somthing told her to invite him in. Nodding she turned and unlocked the door gesturing him in. "What can I do for you?"
 
Agravain/Sir Archibald Grenville

Sir Archibald Grenvill hung up the phone and sighed. He'd just got back from covering another rebellion down in Africa and had hoped to spend some time with his wife, Laurel. However, that was not what the editor in chief at the Times wanted. Rather, there was word of a drug trade being set up between one of the higher ups in the whitehouse and a member of Blair's cabinet. And he was the best man to cover it. In annoyance, he shook his head and turned to his wife.

"I'm sorry," he said, "I have to go again."

"Where this time?"

"America, of all places. Looks like Bush and Blair need to choose their colleagues more carefully. I know we promised to spend some time together, and make a trip to France, but this is important..." He bit his tongue at the clumsy way he'd phrased that, which made it sound like time with Laurel was not important.

She laughed the way he loved, which told him he was forgiven for a statement like that. "It's ok, Archie, that's where we need to go anyway."

He looked puzzled as she reached for her handbag and pulled out two airline tickets from Heathrow to JFK. She smiled a knowing smile.

"For once, sweetheart, there's something I can't tell you. But let's just say that, once we are there, something else might come up. Something even more important that the Prime Minister and President."
 
Garrett/Palomedes

OOC: First, let me say, this rocks so far, and I think that this thing where we have our present name/knight name is a good way to tell who is talking.

IC

He hid in the bushes, getting ready to make his approach, waiting for the guards to change, which would be in 2 minutes and 18 seconds, according to his calculations. As he waited, he went over the whole estate. It was a big castle in the country, and it was being remodeled. It was heavily guarded, and the cameras and security systems being put in weren't fully functional. Its surprising how much information you can get when posing as a construction worker.
He had packed up his usual stuff, EMP's, cloth, a few noisemakers, a few incendiary, and a single rope. He also bought some new arrows, he had used them before, but very rarely. They were water, for the torches and such. This guy hadn't put an extensive lighting system in yet either, just around the upper levels, as were the security systems, to help guard the prize at hand.
Ah yes, the cross said to have been blessed by the head Hammer himself. He shuddered at the name, the Hammers had interfered with his work one time too many, and now he was doing them a favor. His fence, Cutty, had told him that that they would pay him quite a nice bit of money for this ancient atrifact of there religion, and Cutty had never let him down before.
It was time, he got up, and walked over to the gate, sliding along the wall, passing a few guards no more than 3 feet away from him, he loved to do that. He snuck in, running through the courtyard, looking for a window to go through, he saw a balcony, and took out his bow, taking aim, he sent the rope arrow flying, embedding it self in a wooden beam. He climbed the rope, jumping onto the balcony, and taking the rope arrow out, placing it back in his quiver. He tried one of the doors, locked, he took out his lockpicks, and tried to open it, he heard some clicks and felt it start to open, but then it stopped. Taking out the other pick, he finished the job. As he stepped into the room, he paused, now the fun began.
 
Gary & Gareth & Lynn

Gary opened the door to his house. He bowed, waiting for Lynn to get in.
"Your so kind," she said, passing beside him.
"I am to please."
Inside, condo was lavishly furnished. He had done a few cases before, for some appliance guys, a few warehouse holders, and even a carpeting place. Since money was in short hand right now, he would gladly be paid in some furniture, a new rug... even a pool table.
Lynn made her way to the pool table, "Last time I beat you seven times in a row."
Gary took off his jacket, "I've been practicing."
Lynn grabbed a pool stick, making sure it was straight. She nodded her head, leaning over the table.
"Rack 'em up."
Gary took out the set, making sure it was all perfect. In a second, she had the cue ball where she wanted it. With a silent breath she blasted it into the set. Balls went everywhere, wildly fluttering from place to place. He watched as two striped balls each went into seperate corners.
"Stripes," she called. The game was afoot.
 
Delaney Morgan/Guinevere

The smell of the cleaning supplies were definatley getting to her.

She wrinkled her nose and closed her eyes....trying to stop them from watering. She sat there thinking of all the things she could complain about..... but instead of voicing them out loud...... she just stood there.

Her hand inched up and tried to ease the itch of her scalp underneath the wig. The lights had increased the temperature of the room....or at least it felt like it. Her costume bit into her flesh, her make up was becoming caked on because of the heat due to the hours of rehearsal.

"Ok. thats enough for tonight. We'll do it one more time tomorrow before the opening. Until then..... go rest." The director smiled and acted if he had done them some great favor by letting them leave three hours after the original planned time.

Delaney wasted no time arguing with the man and quickly headed towards her dressing room. It was her only perk....being the star that she was. She shoved open the door...pulling her wig off as she entered the room....then slamming the door closed behind her.

"This has to be the biggest mistake I have ever done in my entire life." She mumbled to herself. Her agent had fucked her over royally. 'You'll have a starring role in a broadway show. It will be good for your career. Trust me on this one.... you'll thank me for it later.' Thats what he had said. He hadn't mentioned that the role of Arthur had gone to an actor who couldn't stay off the booze long enough to learn his lines.... and that the costume designer couldn't measure.... or that the theater was the smallest one on Broadway.

She stripped off her costume and tossed it in a chair and quickly got dressed..... she didn't want to be here longer than she had to be.
 
Richard Ko/Galahad

OCC: Gotta allow for some cultural differences so if it seems pretty heavy jus bare with me. And when they speak, it's translated from Chinese :D


IC: The sounds of videogames filled the air as Richard stepped into his favourite arcade. For him, it was a great place to recruit misguided teenagers to fill the ranks of the Triads. Tension was high between the rivals gangs at the moment, and Richard's gang, Hung Hing, needed as many members as possible to keep fighting.

In fact, Richard walked in appehensively, keeping his eyes open for trouble; in these times, you never know when someone might try and jump you. But this was his territory, so he knew he'd be safe. Never hurts to be cautious.

"Rich!" Tien Yee, Richard's right hand man, had just seen him come in.
"Tien Yee! How it's going man?" They shook hands.
"Not good. Ping was killed last night."
"Damn!" Rich slammed his hand down on a machine, scaring the two geeks playing it. "Not Ping as well!"

Ping was one of the Rich's most promising recruits, a young man with a talent for fighting, and also a bit of smarts to go with it.
"How did it happen?"

"He was jumped by some Tung Sing guys when he was in Causeway Bay last night. His boys had just left a karaoke bar when ten guys jumped them suddenly. Ping got two of theirs, but they managed to get him as well."

"Who was it?" Rich was seething. They had lost yet another promising recruit. It was happening far to often.
"My sources say it was Crow," replied Tien Yee.
"Where can I find him?"
"Apparently tonight he's going to be at a restaurant in Tsim Sha Tsui."
"Call the rest. I'll see you there tonight." Rich turned and left.

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Tien Yee was Rich's best friend. They had grown up together, and gone to the same hgh school, before they were both recruited by Hung Hing when they were 16. Quickly becoming known asgood fighters, and smart kids, they had progressed through the ranks quickly, until Rich became the Boss of Mong Kok when he was just 20, with Tien Yee as his right hand man.

Rich looked in the mirror. He always went thru the same routine before a gang fight; praying to Guan Yu, the God of War, then taking a shower and dressing up in dark clothes to be less noticeable. A large dragon tattoo, covered his back and chest, a sign of his high rank within the group.

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Two vans pulled up on Nathan Road shortly after 9pm. Inside were a total of 15 men, all wearing dark clothing, all carrying machetes or baseball bats. They get out quickly, and make their way into a restaurant, seeking out their target. Soon he is spotted, and the men converge towards him. Suddenly he sees them, and lets out a cry of warning, and before they know it men are attacking them from all directions.

"Run!" screams Rich. "It's a trap!"
They fight their way through a mass of men, wildy swinging their weapons, jumping over tables or rolling underneath them as they are set upon by nearly fifty men. Rich manages to fight his way through the masss, and stumbles out of the door, and towards the van. It has already been started up, the man inside screaming at Rich to hurry up as the gang catches up with him.

Everything seems to go in slow motion as Rich's men pull him into the van. When he turns and looks out of the window, all he can see is his best friend getting beaten on the pavement, battered and bloody as his life is slowly pulverised until nothing is left but a pulpy mess on sidewalk. Rich screams his name over and over again, until the van turns the corner, and he begins to cry.
 
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