Camelot 2001: The Return of Heroes

[Inkubus]

Val/Perceval

Val looked into the sky and figured the heat and the stress must be getting to him. He couldnt shake the feeling that the message had been real. He went to the barn and pumped the old well. There was running water in the house, but somehow the water was sweeter when you pumped it yourself. He washed up and drank deeply. He looked up into the sky and sighed as he went to feed the animals.

 

[Angelus]

Thomas/Tristram

Thomas stood there for a second, looking at the phone in his hand and wondering what he was doing still holding it. He put the phone down but continued to look at it and wondered what the person had meant. He walked over to one of the large chairs in the room and sat down then said, "What did that person mean; The time is now. Your quest is at hand. What was he talking about, was that just a stunt by a fan?"

He knew that he wouldn't find any answers in the room but he did have the feeling that something important had just happened in his life. He didn't know what that was but he knew that sooner or later everything would be revealed to him, god that sounded really cryptic.

He got up and walked to the kitchen and grabbing a bottle of juice wondered what was going to happen and when it was going to happen to him.

 

[Rianna]

Michelle/Ector

The strains of Greensleeves were gently pulled from the guitar that sat on Michelle's lap. Her friends and fellow Renaissance players dancing on the sidewalk dressed in full costume.

Michelle's eyes were closed and she was lost in the music and in the creation of the music that surrounded her. This was where she was at home. This was where she felt the most comfortable.

Too bad the company did not play all year around but they were not big enough for that yet. Once they got more sponsors then she could stop filling in the inactive months with dead in odd jobs in order to make ends meet.

Right now they were doing some advertising of the upcoming summer festival at the fairgrounds. The others of the company were even now setting up tents and booths and preparing the authentic foods and tournaments that would go on for two whole weeks.

After the song, Michelle would hand out flyers to all those who had stopped to hear the music and watch the skillfull dancing. It gave directions and pricing for the festival as well as a list of the contests that those of the company could join in.

Looking down at her watch, she noticed that it was getting close to time to end the show. They would be back tomorrow to gather more interest and then the next day would be the first day of the festival.

It was also her turn to cook and she wondered if Jack and Mark would groan too loudly about take out again this evening. J and M were her roommates and, sometimes, bedmates as well. Due to how unsteady her work was, they carried the burden of rent, food and utilites but they were happy enough with the side benefits that they didnt complain.

Putting away her guitar, she started packing the flyers while Sally called out for the crowd to make sure to come to the fairgrounds.

 

[Rianna]

 

[Rianna]

Sorry about the posts. My bad completely.

*slinks away totally embarrased*

 

[Isolde]

Re: Gawain

QUOTE]Originally posted by MtnAngelWV
I arrived at the library twenty minutes before my scheduled time. In the ten years I had been employed here, there had never been an instance of tardiness. Because of seniority and impeccable work ethics, I was allowed to choose my daily duties. Today, as any other day, my first stop was the Classics sections. I stood among the creative, brilliant authors of all time.I inhale deeply, savoring the musty aroma. The smell would have made most others wrinkle their noses and flee. Not me. Maybe I envied these authors' talents so much that I felt they would grant me their powers. Fingering the bindings of several books, mu hand stops in one particular section. My arm reaches out and plucks a book from the shelf. I head read it, and others like it, many times. I had an unusual fascination for King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table. I involuntarily shudder as a voice reminded me of its histroical inaccuracies contained in this particular book.

My uneasiness forces me to quickly replace the book to its proper place and hurry downsatirs to start my day. School was out for the summer, but most of the kids visited the library to play on the internet. I was more than a little irritated by them, since I wanted to be in my favorite chatroom at that exact moment. [/QUOTE]


You get there with one computer left open and you sink into the chair to log on. The screen flickers as you enter the chat room and you are instantly alerted that someone named Magic Man wants a private chat.

Clicking on his profile, you see that he has nothing listed under it. Instead of going on though a curiosity fills you and you find yourself clicking YES to the chat.

Again the screen flickers and you wait for just a moment before his first words appear on the screen. They are:

"PREPARE. THE TIME IS AT HAND."

Something rockets through you and you freeze for a moment. It is as if something deep within you is touched by the message and you have the feeling that something important just happened.

When you come back to yourself, you realize that Magic Man has logged off and there is a boy of about fourteen that is standing over your shoulder.

"You done or what?," The youth says to you in an impatient voice.

Looking at the time on the clock, you realize that a half hour has passed.

 

[Isolde]

Re 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!

As Dirk looked at the check, he suddenly frowned. It seemed as if the signature was shifting and moving...reforming itself. Looking closer, he could make out words:

"PREPARE YOURSELF. YOU ARE CALLED ON YOUR QUEST"

It seems for a moment that he is as stunned as his client was moments ago. When he finally rouses himself, he finds that the check is the same as it had been, the signature the same as on all the others he had conned Mr. Sauskind into giving him. He did feel as if someone had slipped something past him though.

 

[Isolde]

Re: Safer

Destiny smiled, that face very familiar, he'd always seemed familiar and of course she thought it was simply that his face was on the cover of a lot of the books she owned, and he was so sweet as well she couldn't help but flush.

She took a quick look at the inscription and thanked him,

"You definately will Mr. Green, definately."

She went to get out her wallet from her purse but at his words she stopped, her eyes widening a little,

"Oh thank you sir, I really appreciate it..."

She brushed her glasses up and as the man behind him tapped him getting his attention, she turned and hurried off out the door, a soft smile on her lips as she eagerly hurried home to begin the adventure.

As Destiny hurries away, she suddenly feels the urge to open the book and read the inscription once again. Stopping outside a clothing store, she opens it and is surprised to find that it was not as she remembered it.

Written there are the words: "YOUR BRAVERY IS NEEDED. PREPARE YOURSELF."

She feels as if she is frozen in that instant and also that something deep within her has been touched.

The next thing she knows, she is being startled out of her stupor by a large woman emerging from the store who bumps into her. As she looks down again at the inscription, it is the same as it always had been.

 

[Isolde]

Re: 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."

Before Archie can say anything, the phone rings again. Thinking it might be his editor who forgot some detail, he picked it up. It wasnt his editor's voice however. In fact it wasnt anyone he knew.

The unfamiliar voice said:

"PREPARE YOURSELF. THE TIME FOR YOUR QUEST APPROACHES."

The next thing he realizes, is that he is standing with the phone buzzing in his ear and Laurel looking at him in a puzzled manner.

"Are you okay?," She said in a worried voice.

Archie felt okay if only that something important had just happened.

 

[Morganna]

Tanya/lionell

I couldnt shake the feeling i had when i saw that paper. I heard Jeff say something "What dear?" I say still feeling wierd.
"I said, Tanya whats the matter you look like you seen a ghost."
"Sorry I just thought of something I wanna do to you when we get to our room. Lets get off this ship and head for the hotel I say starting to head tword the chopper. If i wait here any longer the rest of the crew will turn into voyers."

 

[Isolde]

Re: 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.

As you enter the room, you see your prize under a security glass with a security system wired to it. As you approache, you see a plate upon the stand describing the history of the cross just like they have in museums.

As you look at the plate, the words seem to run together and then reform before your eyes. As you watch they spell out:

"PREPARE FOR YOUR DESTINY. THE TIME IS AT HAND."

The next thing you are aware of you are being brought back to yourself by the sounds of footsteps outside of the door. Giving the plate a quick last look, you see that the words engraved are again spelling out the history of the Cross with no mention of the phrase you just saw.

You feel like you have just encountered something very important in your life.

 

[Guest]

Re: 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


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.

As the van careens down the street, the air is split by the sounds of sirens. The police scanner in the front of the van tells you that the area is full of cops. You know you have to get out of there quick. And then something that is not the dispatcher's voice comes over the air.

Unknown to Rich, only he can hear the next voice. It says:

"PREPARE NOW FOR THE QUEST CALLS."

The next thing Rich knows is that one of the group is shaking his shoulders and telling him that you have to get out of there. The dispatcher is again on the scanner and Rich feels as if he had just heard something more important than even the position of the cops.

 

[Isolde]

Re: Steven Jefferies / Sir Lancelot

It had been another long hard at the job site and I was glad that you had called me to come over to your place for dinner tonight.

You must have gotten off of work early today, becuase I walked in and there was dinner prepared and a cold glass of wine sitting waiting for me on the table. I looked at her with an appreciative smile as I mouthed a 'Thank you' to you. I walked over to you and said, 'Let me rinse this grim off and I'll be back to join you.' I almost ran to the bathroom and shed the clothes I'd be in all day and jumped into the shower. I rinsed the dirt and grim off of my body and dried off quickly, running a hand through my short brown hair and tossed on some clothes that I'd brought with me.

I tried to calmly walk out into the dining room of your little apartment trying to figure out why you were going through all of this stuff. One look at her face and I knew that something wasnt right. "Steven ",you said, "I've gotten this job offer to go to Irvine, CA. It's not only a promotion, but I will probably have my own office within 2 years. ' I see you looking into my eyes, trying to figure out my response. 'You know I love the work you do here for all of the foundations, but I cant improve myself professionally here. I need to take this offer. I need to go. "

I sat there is stunned silence. We'd talked about getting engaged, and married next summer and all of the sudden you are being torn out of my life? What had I done to deserve this? 'Janice, I dont know what to think right now. When do you have to make a decision? ' I looked at her with pleading eyes as you looked at the floor and replied, " I already have. I'm flying out tomorrow morning to go through the orientation training and then I'm going to stay the weekend to look for a place to live. "

I'm sure my jaw just hit the floor. She is leaving? She has already made up her mind. "Ok. Well Janice", I start as I get up off the couch and start to walk around, " I really wish that you would reconsider. I know we talked about me doing more for myself and helping others less, but that is just the way that I am wired. Maybe I can come down and see you in a couple of weeks after you get settled. Maybe I can live down there part of the year, its not like I can do a lot of construction here during the winter. We sat around, eating dinner talking about what could happen, and what might be.

As I left though, all I could think of is that I've lost the love of my life, and I've had to let her go.

You dont get very far before you hear your cell phone ring. Thinking she may have changed her mind, you answer it.

The voice on the other end is definately not her. It is male and simply says:

"PREPARE FOR YOUR GREATEST QUEST."

The next thing you know, you are standing in the middle of the sidewalk, being jostled by the crowd. The phone in your hand is buzzing and those around you are looking at you strangely.

You feel as if you have just had the most important message of your life.

 

[Neale]

Dirk Gently/Dagonet

After the strange 'message', Dirk sat a while in thought. He began to talk to himself, more because it was a habit with him than out of nervousness over the vision he'd just experienced. "Very well. I have seen a thing that has no immediately apparent explanation. Occam's Razor dictates that the simplest solution, i.e., a delusion brought about by an alcohol deficiency, is the most likely culprit." Nodding to himself, in agreement with his reasoning, he grabbed an old hat from the hatstand, and placed it atop his balding head. Once firmly ensconced there, the hat somehow maintained a level attitude, as though mounted on gimbles, regardless of Dirk's movement.

Dirk made his way out of the building, stepping over a passed-out drunk, who was sleeping it off in the hallway. "Good job, mate..." Dirk tucked a 5-spot into the man's vest pocket, and headed out.

 

[Destiny_Brent]

She bit her lip in excitement as she hurried down the streets, she stopped suddenly, having to read it again. He'd actually written her name...

The cover slid smoothly open, her finger rubbed the front page once in excitement as her eyes searched out the inscription... but it was changed..

'YOUR BRAVERY IS NEEDED. PREPARE YOURSELF.'

Her heart stops, she is no longer breathing, her eyes focus on the words. That was not what it had said... it wasn't... how could the words change.. something stirred inside her at the simple sentances. Something inside her told her this would be an important moment... but she had no idea why.

She was quickly brought from the transe by a large woman bustling out of the shop. She hit the ground hard the mud cought on her dress but her eyes immediately went to the poor womans packages.

"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry ma'am!"

YOU SHOULD BE!

"I know I know, I'm really..."

She gave her packages to the woman who turned and hurried off muttering disgusted. Destiny sighed than looked down at her book, laying in the dirt. She leaned down and grabbed up the book brushing it off, her fingers unconciously opened it again to the inscription. There it was, same as it had been, she felt a slight dissapointment but she knew it had been there. And that small part it had touched told her this would be a very important day.

She hurried back to the library to read the book, but her mind kept going back to the inscription. It had to mean something.

 

[Kepic]

Jacob O'Malley

Closing time came quickly, and things went surprisingly smoothly for a Saturaday night, despite the fact I couldn't shake the unfamiliar, yet at the same time somehow expected, words that had found themselves in lyrics I knew off by heart.

After seeing off the last customer, and soon after the last of the bar staff after the Cup Bearer was tidied up again, I locked up behind them and returned to the juke box, making the same selection as before. This time, the music played how I had always remembered it, no out-of-place lyrics by Sinead came to my ears.

Pouring myself a shot of scotch I sat down, staring at the glass, and the rippling surface of the drink before me. I seemed to recall a lake, probably out fishing with my father when I was young. I smiled, remembering casting out the line, my fathers sharp words of encourgement at my first bite. The hand that from the water to catch...

I froze, my heart pounding in my chest, trying to discern where that fleeting image had come from. Ah, Excalibur, of course, that must be it. I had watched that film so many times as a youth. Patrick Stewart as King Leodegrance, father of Genievre, stuck in my mind quite prominently.

Lifting the glass to my lips, I drunk down the scotch, and settled back to listen to the music now in the relative peace and quite of the now closed pub, save for the traffic outside.

 

[MtnAngelWV]

Penelope Winslow/Gawaine

I decided to use the only remaining computer during my lunch break. It was hidden enough that a casual onlooker would not see what I was doing. I tembled at the anticipation while I logged into the chat room. An instant message appears immediately after my entry. A wicked smile spreads across my face wondering who could have caught me there so soon. The identity of Magic Man is a mystery to me. If I were at home I could check my list to see if we had chatted before. His profile is blank and yet I am till intrigued.

His message to me is "PREPARE, THE TIME IS AT HAND." I shiver as I try to decipher its meaning. Had my escapdes been foiled? Was I to be the victim of some unkown assailant or stalker? My fingers freeze on the keyboard as somewhere deep inside of me seems to recognize the engima before me.

The impatient young man's voice interrupts my thoughts and I whip my head around to look at the clock. I was astonished that thirty minutes had passed. I practically stumble over the chair leg as I hop off the seat and run to the ladies' room. Splashing water on my face I glare at my reflection in the mirror. Had my fate collided with my twin's? Was I going mad as she had?

 

[Lady_Siren]

Lily or rather Nimue stared at the man whom she now knew to be Merlin. Closing her eyes as memories came flooding back. A moment of dizziness overcame her then everything was calm and she looked at Merlin with changed eyes. They still were Lily's eyes but now they held the wisdom and strength of old. "I am ready"

OOC: I'm sorry I haven't posted .. I had family problems but all is well now!

 

[BadForm]

Agrivain/Sir Archibald Grenville

"I'm ok," Archie said, nodding slowly.

The most obvious assumption was that the call had been a crank one. There were plenty of those around. However, something told him this was not the case. Not that he could say anything to Laurel. She, if anything, was an even more rational person that he was. She'd never had any time for mystical nonsense, and had made a hobby of assisting with debunking pyschics when he was gone for a while. To tell her some mysterious voice had given him an important message which he didn't understand would be unthinkable. When he looked at her, though, she was smiling.

"We'd better prepare ourselves," she said. "The time for our flight approaches."

Archie blinked hard and shook his head. That was a weird way of saying it, especially given the proximity to the message he had just received. All he could do though was nod, and head upstairs with her to start packing.

 

[Dianno]

Tyler Strachan / Sir Pelleas

Skip bounced through the heather, chasing after the spinning stick as it landed in the shrubbery. Rummaging through the undergrowth he took a wild guess as to the real stick, turned round and powered out back to his owner.

Tyler Strachan was sitting where he always sat. His powered wheelchair could handle the terrain at the back of the cottage. Some time ago his brother had spent a month of weekends building up the split leveled garden of shrubs and heather that meant Tyler had something similar to the Scottish countryside that he used to patrol. It meant that his 'chair could follow Skip, and he could still be free.

Skip stopped and barked at the road. Approaching along the narrow road was the roar of a sports car. Tyler followed his gaze and watched the couple pay more attention to themsleves than the road. Memories, yet again, threatened to overwhelm Tyler...

The detah of his wife and daughter in similar circumstances was still an open wound into Tyler's psyche. He could never forget, especailly as his immobility reminded him every day of what had happened.

The car disappeared, and the shores of Loch Tay became silent once more, save for the electric motors and the wagging tail returning to the cottage. Tyler was alone, once again. Chasing and remembering the beauty he had held for most of his life, and was lost to the rest of it.

 

[Serah]

Jane Doe/Isolde

The doctors looked at her worriedly through the two way lens. She was recovering quickly there had been no sign of her other personalities. nor of her true identity. She had been found wounded an amnesiac and was just another Bosnian refugee until a doctor had heard her speaking perfect english in her sleep. She spoke of a husband and of family. He had pulled some strings and after time she was taken to London. There she began to manifest multiple personalities. It was obvious she had been under alot of stress. But what had she endured to create all these escapes they could only theorize. After much treatment her personalities began to subside , but left behind was a lady that had no memory of her past and no wish to leave the hospital. She was extremely beautiful. And her personalities had displayed everything from a south texan housewife, a Algerian mercenary and a new york high society call girl. The central personality had no name, she responded to what she read on her chart once and accepted the name 'jane'. Jane was friendly , personable and seemed to adapt to whomever was talking to her. The doctors soon discovered that she was purposely giving answers she thought they wanted to hear. Dr. Liscan sighed as he went over her files again. They were running out of treatments and he had started grasping at straws. Sooner or later she would have to be transferred. He hoped she would respond to the latest treatment well and perhaps return to a 'normal' life.

 

[poohlive]

Gary/Gareth

Gilligan was about to screw it up again. Gary smiled, knowing what was going to happen. He'd watched just about every episode twice, but they still were as funny as hell. A whirring sound made him turn around. Something was coming in on the fax.
"What's that" Lily asked.
Gary got up, looking at it. A case was coming through. He glanced at the clock, almost 3 in the morning. He gave a small laugh, they wouldn't possibly give him a...
The phone rang.
"Shit." he hissed, picking it up, "You'd better be playing some sort of game."
"I wish I was. Listen, Gary, I need a favor."
Gary spat into the phone, "No, I just got done with a case. This is incredible, you give night cases to the new guys, I've been in the firm for nearly six months now."
"Look, Gary, I can't give this to one of the new kids. You've just won a big case, I need someone who can take care of this for me."
Gary stopped, this was strange, "For you?"
"My son, he's been arrested. I want the best in for him."
Gary rubbed his eyes, "Why don't you just do it yourself?"
"Because, he's my son, and I'm still working on the Ladensh case. Listen, Gary, if you could do this for me. I'll make it worth your while, I promise."
He sighed, "Fine, but it'd better be worth it."
The reciever clicked down before he had a chance to respond. Gary stepped back into the room.
"Listen Lily," he saw she was already ready.
"I overheard, it's ok."
Gary took out the money, handing it to her.
"I'm really sorry."
"Don't be, we had a good time, didn't we?"
Gary smiled, opening the door. The fax was done, he quikcly placed it in his briefcase, not bothering to look it over. There would be plenty of time later. Right now he just had to drop Lily off and go to the police station.

 

[indyweasel]

Steven Jefferies / Sir Lancelot

"Prepare for my greatest quest?", I ask as the phone hangs up. I stand there for a moment trying hard to place the voice that had called. Was it one of the guys from the crew trying to screw with me?

I walk over to my truck and feel comfort in the roar of the engine. I head out, just to drive, to figure out what this message is all about. Even though I've never been on a quest my whole life, all of the sudden I feel like I've just been challegened to exceed everything that I have ever done.

 

[Lady_Siren]

OOC: I am unsure on how to continue with this.. Isolde?

 

[NicelyNicelyJOHNSON]

Garrett/Palomedes

He quietly shufled off into the shadows just as the guard walked by. He wondered what had happened and concluded that it had been reverse vampires.....what?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?! He must have walked into some gas trap he thought, something to disorient and confuse intruders, and nothing more, still, he felt a odd compulsion to not steal the cross, yet at the same time, felt strangely drawn to it. He shook this off and opened the keypad up and rewired it. The lasers turned off, and the case slid up. He claimed his prize and exited.