Camelot 2001: The Return of Heroes

[Guest]

Re: Randall Parks/Bleoberis

A black Ford pickup rolled into the parking lot of the bar. As the driver opened the door, Country Western music assaulted his ears along with the noise of those drunk or getting there.

Randall Parks smiled. He had just come from a grueling haul that spanned four states and he needed some relaxation. His kind of relaxation. And the Country Man Bar was his favorite place to do that relaxing in.

Exiting the car, he stopped to pull up on his snakehead belt and adjust the huge buckle that lapped over his belly and extended past the zipper on his jeans. Huge was the first thing anyone looking at Randall Parks thinks of. The second is Country Boy.

Dressed in his normal get up of Cowboy boots, hat, shirt and pants his outfit was complete. His sandy brown hair was slicked back under the ten gallon and his brown eyes sparkled at the thought of some fun. Striding up to the door, he pulled it open just in time for a customer to come stumbling out in a drunk stupor. It looked as if the party had already started.

As he stepped in, Mack, the bartender/owner shook his head and grabbed a bottle of beer popping the top off and sliding it down the bar to him. Randall caught it in his beefy hands and smiled his thanks to Mack.

"Just try to keep the damage down tonight," Mack said by way of greeting to him and Randall's smile stretched even wider if that was possible.

Sitting down at the bar, he scanned the interior in search of the one thing that would make tonight almost complete. He was sitting there for about a half an hour when his eyes lit upon two girls alone in a boothe, one brunette and one red head, both with the curves in the right place and a look of willingness in their attitude. Of coure, to Randall, a woman breathing was a sign of willingness.

Standing, he adjusted his belt buckle once again and swaggered over to the boothe. Leaning against the back of the seat, he leaned down and gave each girl a leer and a wink.

"So, ladies, what shall we do tonight," He said in, what he thought, was a sexy and winning voice.

"I dont know. We were leaving that up to our boyfriends," The red head said as the brunette giggled. "Why dont you get lost before they come back?"

Now, usually, a line like that would deter a normal man but not Randall. With a laugh, he said,"Why dont you two lovelies stop waiting? You've found a real man tonight and I am sure we could make the night one to remember."

The brunette smiled and pointed to something behind Randall. "Looks like none of us have to wait any longer." She said mysteriously.

Turning, Randall was just in time to see the fist come flying at him. Ducking, he grabbed the fist and bent the man's arm as his own fist took him in the middle, doubling him over.

A smile was on his face even as a fist from the other guy connected with his chin. Now, the night was complete.

As the fight progressed, Randall was doing quite well. He had grabbed his favorite bar fight weapon, a pool cue, from the back room and was using it to put out more than one of the fighters.

The bartender was crouching underneath the bar. He knew enough just to let things go until the fight wore itself out or the cops came.

Suddenly Randall was spun around and his shirt front grabbed by one of the lady's boyfriends. The guy looked like he had seen the worst part of the fight. One eye was swollen shut, a tooth was missing and blood was oozing from a cut on his temple.

The man was good enough to shake Randall and shout something at him which sounded like:

"PREPARE FOR YOUR QUEST. THE TIME IS DRAWING CLOSE."

The next thing Randall knew, he was laying on his back looking up at the bartender. The place had been cleared out and a crew was working to clean up the mess.

The bartender shook his head and said,"You're losing your edge Pool Cue. That guy didnt lay a hand on you. Just shouted some threats in your face and you glazed up and fell limp. You bring your checkbook to pay for the damages this time or are you going to let the cops drag you to the local jail and call your sister for the money tonight?"

Randall had a bit of a problem latching onto everything the bartender was saying but he had the overwhelming feeling that something important had just happened.

 

[Guest]

Re: Robert DiFalco/Gaheris

Robert DiFalco leaned back against the hallway wall as the man he had been talking to for an hour and a half was led out of the apartment in handcuffs and he could hear the sobs and wailing of the children as the paramedics followed with the mother on a streatcher. She was not dead but she was in pretty bad shape and they would be looking for a relative to take the children in until the mother could get out of the hospital.

Robert sat there and let his heartbeat get back to normal and the rush that was always brought on by these types of situations run its course. The situation had been bad. A guy who had gotten fired from yet another job comes home with drugs he had spent his last paycheck on. He was willing to bet that if anyone looked, the fridge wouldnt even hold milk for the kids he could hear in the apartment.

The man comes home, takes the drug and finds its laced. He goes nuts and pulls his gun. Cant afford a decent apartment for his family but he can go out and buy a big assed gun and keep it polished up and stock bullets for it.

The situation turns into a hostage one and DiFalco is called in. Before he gets there the woman is shot in front of the kids and it isnt known whether she was alive or dead. They had to get the kids out without any more incidents.

It took DiFalco's gift of gab to get the man's attention long enough for the special team to come in through a bedroom window and apprehend him. The kids were safe, the mother on her way to the hospital and DiFalco was drenched in his own sweat.

Pulling off his bullet proof vest, Robert heard the voice of Lt. Jessie Altman. "Good work, DiFalco, again." She said and Robert looked up to find her standing over him.

"Yeah, real good," Robert said as he stood up. "Would have went better if someone had called me before the woman got shot."

Jessie's face fell and she nodded. "A screw up but one that, fortunately, didnt end as it could have. I just talked to the paramedics. It looks like she will be alright. Lost a lot of blood but nothing major was pierced by a bullet as far as they can tell. X rays will tell us more but I think she is going to make it. She was awake and asking about her kids when they put her in the ambulance."

Robert snorted. "If she was so worried about those kids, she would dump the loser and go someplace much healthier." He said in a biting tone.

Jessie shook her head, wisps of her raven hair coming loose from her bun and whipping about her face.

"Its not always that easy and we both know it," She said in a non judgmental way,"We will work with her and try to get her and the kids out of the situation on a perminent basis."

"And she will be right back with him within a month," Robert inturupted and then sighed. "Sorry. Havent quite come down from my adrineline rush yet. I think its time I went home."

Jessie smiled in understanding. "Go. We have the clean up here. You deserve a break."

Robert nodded and headed down the stairs to report to the head of the operation, fill out his paperwork and then take off home.

As Robert was walking past a sqad car, one of the rookies called to him. "Officer DiFalco...um...someone on the radio for you, Sir. Says it's urgent."

With a sigh Robert moves to take the radio from the man's hands. Probably another call coming in. Some psycho needing his expertise in talking them down from a suicide or hostage situation. Just when he thought he was going to be able to relax.

The voice that came from the radio was not the dispatcher's however. A cold, crisp male voice assults his ears with the phrase:

"NOW IS THE TIME. YOUR QUEST AWAITS YOU."

The next thing Robert knows, Jessie is by his elbow and gently taking the mic from him.

"Hey," She says, worry evident on her face,"I was told you were just standing here with the mic in your hand listening to static. That scene really got to you, huh? DiFalco, I think you need to put in for your vacation."

Robert realizes that some time has passed since he picked up the mic and he feels like something important has happened. He just cant put his finger on what.

 

[Isolde]

Re: Barbara/Lucan

Barbara shut the door with a sigh. She hated delivering DOAs. She hated it especially when the person was alive at the scene and she almost took it personally when the patient was a child.

Not only that but this child was a victum of a drunken driver. That got her downright mad. The driver had been transported in the other ambulance and, aside from high alcohol comsumption had suffered nothing more fatal than cuts and scrapes and a broken arm.

The doctors were in consoling the mother who had lost both a husband and child that night. The father had been driving back from picking something up at the store. He had taken their son to try and get him asleep because he was being fussy. A drunken driver had made it so that both of them were now sleeping for a long time.

David came over and put a hand on her shoulder.

"Time to go home. You pulled a double shift and you deserve your day off tomorrow. Do youreself a favor and dont answer your phone." Seeing her look and the glances she was giving to the hospital, he added,"Yeah, its sucks to have to close on that note. Lets just hope the court system doesent let the bastard slide. Come on. You need to get home now. I'll clean out and deliver the vehicle. You get some rest."

Barbara smiled her thanks and went to gather her things to go home. She tried to put the vision of the small child out of her mind but it stuck there in spite of her best efforts.

As Barbara was gathering her things, she heard static over the radio that was attached to her shoulder. She had forgotten to shut it off.

Before she could reach up to do so, a male voice that she had never heard before came to her ears. It said:

"REMEMBER YOUR QUEST. THE TIME DRAWS NEAR FOR FULFILLMENT."

The next thing she knows, Dave is by her side with a hand on her shoulder and concern on his face.

"Hey, pretty lady," He says,"I thought you had gone home already. I have been in the hospital for almost a half an hour with paperwork and I come back to find you still here. And no more packed to go than when I left. What's up?"

Barbara feels kind of dazed, as if she missed something. But the feeling that that something was important lingers still.

 

[Isolde]

Re: 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.

As Michelle goes to put the flyers away, she pauses. Instead of the information that she knows she had printed on them, one phrase breaks up the white of the page:

"YOUR DESTINY COMES ON SILVER WINGS. PREPARE TO MEET IT BRAVELY."

The next thing she knows, Sally is calling to her, a puzzled expression on her face.

"Hey, you were the one that printed those flyers up. Dont you know what they say by now? Or are you just really anxious for the festival to begin?"

Looking down, Michelle can see that the flyers are once again the way that she had arranged them to be with no sign of the surprising phrase. Yet she feels as if something important has just happened to her...even more important than the festival.

 

[Lynelle]

Earl/Brunor

As the last whistle of the day blew through the air cutting through the sounds of construction, Earl put down his welding equiptment and reached into his back pocket for the rag he kept there.

Wiping the sweat pouring from his brow, he looked around and grunted in satisfaction. This was hard work but one of the things he loved about it was that you could see the fruits of your labor each day. The skyscraper was coming along well and they were hardly behind schedule at all which made the foremen and company owners happy.

If they could get this project done in good time there just might be bonuses and raises afterward. Earl always liked those possibilities.

Carefully cleaning and putting away his equiptment, Earl was the last to leave the site. As always. It was a joke among his fellow workers about how Earl treated his equiptment like it was his own. But the joke was in good nature and Earl knew that everyone liked him. Especially the bosses who were pleased with the low maintenance needed on any equiptment that he used.

Picking up his personal belongings, Earl waved to the security guard as he exited the gate and headed home.

 

[Isolde]

Re: 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.

OOC: I am going to let you play this one as you want, Pooh. I will just give you the background here.

IC: Whenever he does have time to look at the fax, it will be a puzzling one. Instead of any information that he would have assumed was on it it will contain one phrase:

"YOUR DESTINY RUSHES TO MEET YOU. PREPARE FOR THE NEW AGE."

The next thing Gary knows is that someone is calling his name, the page in his hand is back to normal and he has a nagging feeling that he just missed out on something.

 

[Isolde]

Re: Tyler / Pelleas

The nightmare was back again.

Tyler was in complete darkness. Lying on the ground, he had been thrown from the car. The car directly in front of him. The car on fire. The car with his family trapped inside.

And he was just out of their reach. They were banging on the glass, the doors buckled closed in the heat. And he couldn't help them.

The tree trunk was pinning him down. Lying square across the small of his back, the pain was immense. But not as much as the pain of seeing his family-

The car exploded, and there was nothing he could do. Everynight, there was nothing he could do.

Except now, in the distance, there was someone else. Like looking through fog, Tyler knew there was someone else here. Someone just on the edge of his vision. Someone he knew, but had never met, but had known all his life.

A lady...

Through the haze his state between wake and sleep, Tyler hears a voice but it is not female but male and very commanding. It utters one phrase before fading away:

"DESTINY IS YOURS. PREPARE TO MEET IT."

The next thing Tyler knew, he was sitting straight up in bed and a worried Skip was licking his hand, staring at his master and whining in the way dogs do when they know that things are not alright.

Tyler had a funny feeling that he had just recieved a very important message. He just wished he knew why it was important.

 

[Isolde]

Re: Earl/Brunor

As the last whistle of the day blew through the air cutting through the sounds of construction, Earl put down his welding equiptment and reached into his back pocket for the rag he kept there.

Wiping the sweat pouring from his brow, he looked around and grunted in satisfaction. This was hard work but one of the things he loved about it was that you could see the fruits of your labor each day. The skyscraper was coming along well and they were hardly behind schedule at all which made the foremen and company owners happy.

If they could get this project done in good time there just might be bonuses and raises afterward. Earl always liked those possibilities.

Carefully cleaning and putting away his equiptment, Earl was the last to leave the site. As always. It was a joke among his fellow workers about how Earl treated his equiptment like it was his own. But the joke was in good nature and Earl knew that everyone liked him. Especially the bosses who were pleased with the low maintenance needed on any equiptment that he used.

Picking up his personal belongings, Earl waved to the security guard as he exited the gate and headed home.

As Earl was getting ready to get into his car, he looks across the street and there stands an all to familiar sight. A man was standing on the street corner with a sign that said,"Will Work For Food."

Shaking his head in sadness at teh sight, he looks one more time and then stops what he is doing. The sign no longer has the familiar saying but, instead, reads:

"YOU ARE CALLED ON YOUR QUEST. PREPARE FOR IT DRAWS NEAR."

The next thing that Earl knows, he is standing with his key in his hand and staring at an empty street corner. The sun has sunk deeper in the horizon and he is beginning to get chilled due to the cool air on his sweat soaked clothing. He has the distinct impressin that something important has happened.

 

[Guest]

Degore and Alymere

OOC: Okay, I have done everyone's initial waking except for those that I am GMing...so here goes the last two.

IC: Henry Shallot and George Westing stood in the lines at the homeless shelter. Henry was serving the food and George was in line to be served. They had both been coming to St Mary's Shelter for over a year now just for different purposes.

Still, Henry and George felt drawn to each other for some reason and Henry never failed to come sit and chat with George on his break.

Henry was a successful small business owner who volunteered his time and George was a man who had lost everything he had..wife and kids included...in some bad business investments.

Many times Henry had tried to draw George back into the business world by offering some work but George always refused. Henry didnt know if it was beause he was afraid of failure or simply because he was tired of the whole business.

Nevertheless, the two men got on well and tonight, the shelter had something special planned. It turned out that one of the ladies that had just volunteered to help in the shelter was a talented piano player and had agreed to play some peppy tunes for those who were there that night.

Some of those in the shelter seemed eager to hear it and others simply shrugged as the lady sat down at the old out of tune piano and begin to prepare.

Both Henry and George looked up expectantly from their conversation and both were shocked to see some unfamiliar writing on the chalkboard beside the stage. Usually the chalkboard held daily information about the shelter but today it read:

"PREPARE YE TO REACH YOUR DESTINY."

The next thing they know, people are getting up and moving off and the lady is standing up from the piano and giving a slight bow to her audience and saying how much she appreciated their attention during her performance.

Both Henry and George looked at each other in surprise and then back at the chalkboard which held nothing but the daily words of wisdom, bed assignments and menu for that day.

Staring once again at each other, they both shook their head. Something had just gone on that was very, very strange and they both had the feeling that it wasnt over yet.

 

[Isolde]

Re: ooc

Rdh996 and i have just gotten back from our honeymoon and can continue with our part in the story. I am sorry for not telling anyone about it before we left but we forgot to.

Congrats you two and welcome back.

 

[Isolde]

Re: Thomas/Tristram

OOC: Sorry I have been away for a while.... RL things kind of got in the way and I have to say that I won't be here for a while.... two weeks at least, flying State side to see carini.

IC: Thomas got up and looked around, trying to figure out just what he was doing. He looked around at the park and wondered how on earth he had gotten here. The last thing he had remember was a voice saying over and over in his head that his bravery was needed.

He thought to himself What bravery, I know that I am a chivalrous type of person but I am not that brave so that someone needs me on something really important

Have fun and we will drag your char along til you get back.

 

[Isolde]

Re: 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.

A soft but firm voice broke into Steven's thoughts.

"The time is now. You are needed."

Looking over in the passanger seat of his truck, Steven can see an elderly man in dated clothing staring straight at him. As their eyes meet, something in him stirs and awakens completely.

It is almost as if a totally new set of eyes are looking out of his and memories start rushing in and almost overwhelming him.

As he looks away, he sees that he is about to go off the road and into oncoming traffic. He barely hears the man beside him say...

"My apologies, good knight, but Morgan is active and I must act quickly."

Just as the truck seems to be headed into the eighteen wheeler in front, a flash of light blinds him and he is forced to throw his hands in front of his eyes. His body is tensed and ready for impact...an impact that never happens.

Suddenly the light is turned into a soft darkness with only candle and torch flame to illuminate it.

Steven suddenly finds himself in a room with a lovely girl sitting at the head of a round table that holds a minature round table upon it.

He finds he is sitting to her right and, looking at the minature, finds that there is a pool of wax upon the matching chair of the minature. As he watches, a flame leaps onto the wick of another candle though no one is near to touch it.

"Good Evening, Sir Lancelot," A sweet feminine voice echoes in his ears, mimicing the sound of water running in a creek bed over stones. A sound that is all too familiar.

Looking at her, the awakened soul within him recognizes it's adopted mother of another century behind the eyes of the woman there.

"It is good to see you." The woman says as the souls within with more memories of the past.

 

[Isolde]

Re: Thomas/Tristram

OOC: Sorry I have been away for a while.... RL things kind of got in the way and I have to say that I won't be here for a while.... two weeks at least, flying State side to see carini.

IC: Thomas got up and looked around, trying to figure out just what he was doing. He looked around at the park and wondered how on earth he had gotten here. The last thing he had remember was a voice saying over and over in his head that his bravery was needed.

He thought to himself What bravery, I know that I am a chivalrous type of person but I am not that brave so that someone needs me on something really important

A voice came from the park bench that Thomas had just vacated. Turning, the author could see an elderly man in dated clothing sitting on the bench. But he knew that the man had not been there before and he knew that no one had approached him from either side.

"I said, the time is now, Sir Knight. You are needed to fulfill your quest," Said the man as their eyes met.

Thomas suddenly had the feeling that he wasnt the only one staring out at the world with his eyes. Memories that were his and yet not his flooded through him in wave upon wave of visions. They almost dropped him to his knees.

And one vision stood out more than any other. It was a woman. A beautiful woman and a surge of feelings both happy and sad wrapped around him as he heard the old man say...

"Forgive my haste. But Morgan is close on my heels and we must begin before she can interfere."

After that, Thomas saw a wave of the man's hand and a bright light blinded him. When he could see again, he was in an underground chamber and sitting in a chair at a round table.

Upon the large table sat a miniture one with a puddle of wax in the chair that corresponded to the one he found himself sitting in. As he watched another candle burst into flame though no one was near to light it.

A soft female voice broke into his thoughts. "Sir Tristam. Welcome back to your place of honor. I am sure Merlin will be here shortly."

 

[Guest]

Re: Valin Hales/Perceval

It is late at night and the chores are finnaly done. I climb out on the rooftop and look at the stars. I have pretty much given up on harvesting the crops, theres no way I can in time. I figure I'll call a orphange or food shelter and tell em they can keep whatever they pick. As for the animals I'll have to find a fair price for the livestock, but the horses will need good homes. I sigh as I cry for the 3 rd time in my life. I try to will the tears away, but I feel like I came so close only to fail again. I draw a ragged breath as I look at the stars "Now what??? I did everything Ive ever been told...Now what???"

A hand upon Valin's shoulder startled him. There should be no one on his roof except himself. And even if someone were to come up here Valin should have heard them.

Turning, he is even more surprised to see that the person beside him is an elderly gentleman in dated clothing. Their eyes meet and Valin suddenly feels like he is not alone in his skin anymore. Somehow the feelings earlier begin to grow.

"I have told you many times, Sir Knight, that tears and childish temperment are not the way of the round table. It is time to fulfill a destiny far greater than even the Holy Grail. Come."

Before Valin can speak, something inside him snaps and he is overcome with memories that are his and yet are not. Visions of two knights fly past along with a sense of brotherhood with them. Then a movement of the old man's arm caught his attention and a flash of light seared through his skull, blinding him.

As his sight was taken, he heard the man say,"Forgive me but Morgan is too close to success. I fear I cannot do this gradually."

A feeling of being jolted came over him and then his vision cleared. As it did, he realized he was sitting in a chair at a round table that had a minature round table in the center.

A puddle of wax sat upon the chair that corresponded to the one he was sitting in and, as he watched, another candle was lit without anyone being near it.

A soft feminine voice that sounded strangely familiar came to his ears. "Sir Percivale. Welcome. I am sure the others will be joining us soon."

 

[Isolde]

Re: Jewel/Bors

"C'mon Jewel, it's your turn."

She blinked and looked up. She'd gone off on a long train of thought, something about... what? Traveling and horses, knights and dragons, yeah. Destiny. A chill shot up her spine and she hugged herself. Cripes, I'm pretty fucked up, she thought.

"Yo, Jewel?" said Paulo. He gestured to the dice on the Clue board before them. They usually didn't get to the end of the game, either someone would look at the cards or, most often, they'd get distracted by something easier to think about and end up vegging out, stoned on pot and beer. Rachel giggled and coughed, blowing out a gout of smoke from the yellow bong. Cary was fiddling with the CD player and Mark had wandered off somewhere, probably to pee. Jewel picked up the dice and dropped them, suddenly not caring at all about the game.

"Check it out, check it out!" laughed Mark, jumping back into the room with a flashing construction signal under his arm. "Dude!" "Whoa!" said Cary and Paulo, and they crowded around him as Rachel slipped nearer to Jewel.

"Whassup with you?" she slurred. "Not feelin' good?"

Jewel shrugged. "I dunno. This is just stupid. Look at them, what a buncha morons."

Rachel put her mouth to Jewel's ear. "Yeah, but Mark's pretty sexy, huh? He likes you, ya know." She giggled again. Jewel grimaced; Rachel's breath stunk.

They watched as Cary strung a beer can to the ceiling, then started the CD. He turned out the lights, and the room was lit only by the intermittent flashes of the construction light. A strange whispering came from the speakers, and Cary said, "It's Pink Floyd, dude." He pronounced the title carefully: " 'Several Species of Small Furry Animals Gathered Together in a Cave and Groovin' With a Pict.' Is that cool or what?"

More giggling came from several corners, then someone started the can swinging. The orange light acted as a slow strobe, illuminating the can's arc in brief flashes as it swung back and forth. Their voices died, and all watched in stoned silence as the recording reached towards its acid-inspired peak, hypnotized by the orange streak that was no longer a can as the voice of the Pict boomed out its strange language. Jewel stared into the flashing darkness, feeling that something was growing nearer to her, the arc of light stabbing deep inside her, trying to tear open something unknown that desperately wanted out.

A sigh came from Jewels right and, turning, she could see an elderly gentleman in dated clothing staring at her through the pulsing of the hommade strobe light.

"It pains me to see you this way, Sir Knight," the man said to you. "Oh, I do not mean as a woman but for one who was chaste enough to bring back the holy grail to fall into this. Well, I am sure that there will be many changes we must deal with. Come with me."

Their eyes locked and Jewel begin to feel like something was filling her up inside. As if she was not alone any longer. She had the strangest feeling that she was no longer the only one that was staring out of her eyes at the scene before her.

Before she could react, memories that were not hers and yet that belonged to her at the same time washed over her. She saw two knights on horses and felt as if she were riding with them. As if they were brothers to her. She then saw herself fighting in a battle with her dead comrades at her feet. But looking closer she could see it was not her but a man and yet she knew that she was the one that held the sword, that was bathed in blood...that was struck down by the sword coming at her.

Before that vision could play itself out, a flash of light brighter than the strobe broke through and blinded her momentarily.

When the light had disappeared, she knew she was no longer with her friends but was sitting in a cavern softly lit with candles and torches. She was sitting at a round table that had another table upon it's center. And in the chair that corresponded to her own, was a melted pool of wax. As she watched, another candle lit up though no one was near enough to do so.

A female voice reached her ears and she heard it say,"Well, Sir Bors. It seems that more than just a few things have changed this time around. Welcome. We are waiting for the others to arrive."

 

[Destiny_Brent]

Sir Safer/ Destiny Dorcha

Destiny finished the first 3 chapters rapidly but a knock brought her from her revalrie.

"Yes?"

She opened the door slowly to see the bustling face of their favorite Patron.

"Oh, hello Mrs. Jenai, is there something I can help you with?"

The look on her face was obvious, it was Mr. Jenai again, probobally off galavanting. She began immediately rambling as I closed the door behind her. Exactly as I thought, Mr. Jenai was a traveler, often off to some exotic locale. Mrs. Jenai was paranoid, always worried about losing her man. He was tall dark handsome charming and wealthy. Of course she had reason to think someone would be out to get him, but everytime I met him he seemed loyal and loving. She was simply overprotective.

"I just don't know, do you think he's off with... another woman?"

Her voice was desperate and became almost silent towards the end of her question. I assured her he wasn't and together we researched the place he'd gone, and investigated his alibi. As I knew, the company existed the problems were real and after a few phone calls I confirmed for her that he was there. I was no P.I. but it was enough for her, and soon she was relaxed and satisfied again... soon leaving to wait for her husband to return home.



OOC: Didn't know what to type so I just started typing I was bored

 

[Isolde]

Re: Dagonet/Dirk Gently

Dirk made his way down the street, unconsciously avoiding the many puddles as he contemplated the strange message... PREPARE YOURSELF. YOU ARE CALLED ON YOUR QUEST What was that about, he wondered. Sod Occam! If I am, in point of fact, going mad... there isn't a whole lot I can do about it. Therefore, I should treat this as something other. How to 'prepare' without knowing the 'quest'?

The stout investigator arrived at his destination quite to his surprise. He made his way into the pub, went up to the bar, and set down a 10-pound note. "Barman, did you know that 'adventure' is someone else having a miserable go at it, in some place far removed from your easy chair?" The Irishman behind the bar looked at him, smiling broadly. "Right you are, sir... would you be after wanting a drop o' t' crayture, then? 'Tis t' best thing in nature for soot'ing yuir troubles, and bringing y' joy!" Dirk chuckled, "I'd like more than that, friend. If I'm off to adventure, I plan to prepare myself by pickling."

A gentle cough came from Dirk's elbow and he turned to see an elderly gentleman in dated clothing.

"It seems you have decided to play the fool once again, Sir," He said, no amusement in his voice,"However, I am in need of a knight. The time of your quest is now, Sir Knight. Come with me."

Before Dirk could say anything, his eyes locked with the old man's and he could feel almost as if someone else were struggling to find their way out of his skin. Suddenly, it seemed as if he were looking at the familiar surroundings through new eyes.

Memories flooded over him and he gasped as visions that seemed to belong to him and yet were unfamiliar danced before his eyes.

The old man waived a hand and a flash of light blinded him and he felt as if he were torn from his spot at the bar. When he could again see, he noticed he was in an underground cavern with lights softly playing about from candles and torches.

He is sitting in a chair at a round table that contains a minature round table in the center of it. The chair that corresponds with his own chair holds a puddle of wax and, as he watches, another of the candles are lit though no one is near it.

A slight feminine laugh catches his attention and he turns to see a beautiful woman at the head of the table.

"In your cups again, Sir Dagonet? Surely you would have outgrown that with all the centuries you have had behind you."

 

[Isolde]

Re: Sir Safer/ Destiny Dorcha

Destiny finished the first 3 chapters rapidly but a knock brought her from her revalrie.

"Yes?"

She opened the door slowly to see the bustling face of their favorite Patron.

"Oh, hello Mrs. Jenai, is there something I can help you with?"

The look on her face was obvious, it was Mr. Jenai again, probobally off galavanting. She began immediately rambling as I closed the door behind her. Exactly as I thought, Mr. Jenai was a traveler, often off to some exotic locale. Mrs. Jenai was paranoid, always worried about losing her man. He was tall dark handsome charming and wealthy. Of course she had reason to think someone would be out to get him, but everytime I met him he seemed loyal and loving. She was simply overprotective.

"I just don't know, do you think he's off with... another woman?"

Her voice was desperate and became almost silent towards the end of her question. I assured her he wasn't and together we researched the place he'd gone, and investigated his alibi. As I knew, the company existed the problems were real and after a few phone calls I confirmed for her that he was there. I was no P.I. but it was enough for her, and soon she was relaxed and satisfied again... soon leaving to wait for her husband to return home.



OOC: Didn't know what to type so I just started typing I was bored

OOC: Sorry. I promise I have been working on this one..all day in fact.

IC: A soft clearing of someone's throat behind her caught her attention and she turned to find an elderly gentleman in dated clothing sitting on her couch.

"Well, I am certaintly surprised. Definately not the way I remember you. Oh, not the body, though it is a change but the clothes." He shook his head and a chuckle escaped. "They certaintly are a change from the old you."

Standing, he approached Destiny. Their eyes locked and, all of a sudden, she had the feeling of being overwhelmed. It seemed as if someone else was under her skin struggling to get out and, soon, she felt that she was not the only one looking out of her eyes.

Then, just before the man reached her, visions...memories that seemed to belong to her and yet did not, sprang before her eyes until she thought she would fall from how fast they were flashing across them.

"I appologize for my haste in bringing you back, Sir Knight," The old man said as he waved his hand before her. "But Morgan is quite active and I cannot take the chance that she will catch us unaware."

A brilliant light flashed before Destiny's eyes and she was momentarily blinded. When her vision cleared, she was no longer in her appartment but in a softly lit cavern.

She was seated at a round table in a high back chair and there was a minature round table in the center of the large one. In the minature chair that corresponded with her own, was a puddle of wax and, as she stared, another candle was lit but without anyone being there to light it.

A feminine voice sounded in her ear and she turned to see a lovely woman sitting at the head of the table.

"Welcome, Sir Safer. We are simply waiting on the others. Please make yourself comfortable. I am sure you will begin to feel at home quite quickly."

 

[Isolde]

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[Isolde]

Re: Penelope Winslow/Gawaine

OOC: I am still here also

IC: The cold water on my face is refreshing and slightly relaxing. I peer into the mirror again trying to search for the unanswered questions. I could not be crazy as they said Priscilla had been. She went crazy because of her evil tendencies, at least that is what Mama had told me. I suppose Mama would think that I too am straying from the path of righteousness but I am still a virgin. She couldn't fault me for that. There is lust in my heart every night as I long to be with this man or that man but I am careful to end the cyber chats when the suggestion of meeting one comes into play. I tease and fantasize my I am not like my twin, Priscilla.

Priscilla was beautiful where I am plain. Priscilla was graceful where I was clumsy. Priscilla had been perfect where I had been faulty. My mind wanders back in time. To the time when she gave me a makeover. We had been identical twins but I had kept my outerself plain to protect my innerself. She had fixed me up with Bobby Simpson, knowing I had a crush on him. He had only agreed to go out with me to impress her. When he saw me that night, I knew in my heart that he was seeing her. He tried every way to have sex with me, but I remembered Mama's words and stayed true to them. The groans from the back seat caused me to look behind me. What I saw there was horrifying. I caould not believe what she was letting her date do to her. I just sat in the front seat, arms wrapped around my body. I hadn't been able to admit then that I was turned on. Good girls didn't do those kind of things. Bobby never spoke to me after that, but he did finally get his date with Priscilla.

No, I could not be mad as she had been. I was still a good girl! I raised my head to allow my former stature, one of perfect posture. I push my glasses up my nose and walk out of the bathroom. If only I could get that nagging phrase out of my head.

The moment that Penelope exits the bathroom, she hears a soft but firm voice speak from the side of the door.

"Amazing. Quite amazing. I would never had recognized you had I not known. Quite a change from your brashness centuries ago."

Turning, Penelope can see an elderly gentleman in dated clothing leaning on the wall by the bathroom door. As she stares at him, he moves toward her and their eyes meet.

Suddenly, visions run past her eyes like a movie projector set at two high a speed. She knows they are memories and, somehow, she feels they are hers. Feelings come crashing in on her also. Feelings of anger, joy, love, revenge...all timed to the scenes that were passing before her now. She almost felt like she was drowning in them.

Yet, at the same time, she felt a presence around her, inside her who knew the memories that played before her and it almost felt like this person was seeing things through her own eyes.

"Forgive me, Sir Knight," The old man said as his hand waved before her face,"But I am pressed for time. Morgan is even now trying to stop us and we must not let her."

As his words died, a flash of light blinded her and she felt as if she were sucked from her own reality into an unknown one. When she could see again, she found she was sitting at a round table in a softly lit cavern. In the middle of the table was a minature table with candles. In the chair that corresponded to her own was a puddle of melted wax and, as she looked, another candle lit as if on its own.

A pleasant, feminine voice sounded in her ears. "Well, it looks as if one of our more infamous have joined us. Welcome, Sir Gawaine. Do make yourself at home. Sit back and relax. Merlin shall be here soon."

 

[Isolde]

Re: 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.

Garret had barely made it past the gates when a soft voice came from the shadows.

"Well, the cross is not a surprise, but the way it was aquired was. Though I suppose in this day and age it would not be feasible to take it by sword."

Turning, Garret can barely make out the form of an elderly gentleman in dated clothing. The man broke away from the shadows and approached him just as he lights of a passing car illuminated him.

"Come, Sir Knight," The man said,"It is time."

In that instant, Garret was able to see the man's eyes clearly and it was as if he was trapped by them. Something inside him seemed to respond and he felt as if there was someone else inside him fighting to get out. Fighting to see the world around him with his eyes.

Visions begin to flash before his eyes and he almost dropped his prize. The visions were familiar and yet they were not. As if he was watching someone elses memories unfold.

"Apologies for the haste," Garret heard the man say as he waved his hand before him,"But I cannot risk a slow recovery. We shall have to deal with the disorentation later."

A blinding flash hit Garret and he put his arms up to block it. When he could see again, he realized he was no longer anywhere near the estate he had robbed but rather in a cavern softly lit my candles and torches.

He sat at a round table which held a minature round table in the center. In the minature chair that corresponded to the one he sat in was a puddle of wax. And, as he watched, another candle lit up though no one was near it.

A soft voice caressed his ears and he turned to see a lovely lady sitting at the head of the table.

"Welcome, Sir Palomedes. Please sit back and relax. You are in no danger here. We simply wait for Merlin to bring the others."

 

[Isolde]

Re: 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.

As Archie and Laurel enter the room, they are startled to see a man lounging on their bed. He is an elderly gentleman and is dressed in dated clothing. He looks at both of you and, when he sees Laurel, he seems startled but quickly recovers. It is almost as if an unspoken message is sent between them.

He then turns back to Archie and says,"It is time, Sir Knight. Your destiny approaches." He gets off of the bed and comes toward Archie, their eyes meeting.

As their eyes lock, Archie is suddenly hit by memories that seem like his own but then again do not. Visions of things that happened in a past age fly by his eyes as well as the feelings and thoughts of another. It is as if he is not one but two people. And he can swear that he sees Laurel in the visions. Then the vsion was preempted by a scene of horror as he sees a man and woman in a chamber alone. Something is not right and he must tell...whom? Too late he sees the man rush out..there is a tussel and Archie is left bleeding....he knows somehow that this is his death.

"I apologize for the haste, Sir Knight," The old man says,"But Morgan is even more dangerous now and we cannot afford slowness."

The old man waves his hand towards Archie and a blinding light flashed before him, taking the visions with it. When his eyes clear, he is in a softly lit cavern sitting at a large round table with a minature table in the center of it.

In the chair that corresponds with the one he is sitting in, is a puddle of wax and, as he watches, another candle is lit without anyone being around it.

A soft feminine voice comes to his ears and he turns to see a lovely woman sitting at the head of the table.

"Welcome, Sir Agraivaine. It is a pleasure to have you back again. Patience. Merlin should be here shortly."

OOC: You can either have Merlin have taken Laurel with you or not...up to you.

 

[poohlive]

Gary / Gareth

Gary walked up to the poliece station. He nodded at a few of the officers.
"Can I speak to a Mister," he took out his breifcase, smiling nervously at the officer as he looked for the fax.
"A mister..."
A flash of white as he read the paper. Something was there, he knew it somethign else was there.
"Hey, someone get this guy some water."
Gary found himself staring at the ceiling, the paper clutched in his hand. His face had broken out in a sweat.
"Hey, hey are you ok?" the officer was over him. Gary nodded, getting up to his feet.
"I just saw something," he looked at the fax, what he thought was there was gone. Or maybe it was never there. It had to be there though, something was there.
"Here, here's some water, just sit down."
Gary nodded, taking the water. In a gulp it was gone. He paused, looking at the fax still clutched in his hand.
"It's probably just the long day, that's all I haven't slept since Tuesday, and I've driven for about two hours. That's probably it."
The officer nodded, going back to his desk.
"Mister Cunningham, I need to speak with a Mister Cunningham."
"He'll be in Conference room B in about five minutes."
Gary nodded, feeling something wasn't right at all. It wasn't just this case either, he could feel something nagging at the back of his brain. It was like he was about to crack open a case or something. On the verge of realizing something.
He had no clue what that something was though.

 

[captainb]

Jewel/Bors

J/B stared without comprehension as the next candle flared to life. Two sets of memories were jostling for room in one suddenly over-taxed mind. A blink, and then the words that had floated by suddenly re-surfaced. “Well, Sir Bors. It seems that more than just a few things have changed this time around. Welcome. We are waiting for the others to arrive.”

Bors. Bors… de Ganis. He blinked, and the floodgates of memory opened. A battle. Men in armor. Friends dying. A sword… He shivered and looked up, seeing the others around the table, the candles and figurines on its surface. A round table. None of the people were familiar, and yet there something about their eyes. He looked at the woman who had spoken, seeing the soft beauty there and the level smiling eyes reflecting the candlelight. He nodded in automatic greeting, then looked down at his own body.

“Egads.”

 

[Isolde]

Re: Gary / Gareth

Gary walked up to the poliece station. He nodded at a few of the officers.
"Can I speak to a Mister," he took out his breifcase, smiling nervously at the officer as he looked for the fax.
"A mister..."
A flash of white as he read the paper. Something was there, he knew it somethign else was there.
"Hey, someone get this guy some water."
Gary found himself staring at the ceiling, the paper clutched in his hand. His face had broken out in a sweat.
"Hey, hey are you ok?" the officer was over him. Gary nodded, getting up to his feet.
"I just saw something," he looked at the fax, what he thought was there was gone. Or maybe it was never there. It had to be there though, something was there.
"Here, here's some water, just sit down."
Gary nodded, taking the water. In a gulp it was gone. He paused, looking at the fax still clutched in his hand.
"It's probably just the long day, that's all I haven't slept since Tuesday, and I've driven for about two hours. That's probably it."
The officer nodded, going back to his desk.
"Mister Cunningham, I need to speak with a Mister Cunningham."
"He'll be in Conference room B in about five minutes."
Gary nodded, feeling something wasn't right at all. It wasn't just this case either, he could feel something nagging at the back of his brain. It was like he was about to crack open a case or something. On the verge of realizing something.
He had no clue what that something was though.

Soon after Gary walked into the conference room, he heard someone enter. Looking up, he saw an elderly gentleman dressed in dated clothing close the door and smile at him.

Their eyes met and Gary felt some sort of recognition deep down inside of him. Some part of him knew this man and yet it wasnt him at all...almost as if someone else was living under his skin. In fact, it seemed as if he was looking out of the world with two sets of eyes instead of one.

And then the memories came like a floodgate opening. Visions of himself but not himself raced before his eyes. Fighting, vengence, blood, honor all mixed together. A scene of sadness as he escorts a lovely young lady to...her death? And then surprise as he is attacked by someone he knows as a brother. Confusion and then the knowledge that this was his death....

Before the final stroke could again be struck, the old man waived his hand and a flashing light blinded Gary. In that instant, he could hear the man say:

"Forgive me Sir Knight, but I do not have time to be gentle. Your destiny again awaits you and Morgan is determined to cut it short."

Then he had the feeling that he was being pulled from where he was to be dropped somewhere else. His vision cleared and he realized he was in a cavern that was lit by gentle candle and torch light.

He was seated at a round table and there was a minature table in the center of that. Upon the chair that corresponded with his own was a puddle of wax. As he watched, another candle was lit even though no one was near it.

And then a female voice sounded in his ears. "Welcome, Sir Gareth. I trust you are well this evening. We shall be able to start when Merlin arrives."