[Taocow PBEM] Chapter XII - Through The Looking Glass Once Again
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Thu Jun 28 22:53:10 BST 2007
--- Aaron Clausen <mightymartianca at gmail.com> wrote:
> > [Alex]
> > The young scout smiles in sheer joy when she looks
> at the room and
> > the hot tub. Closing the door, she allows her
> dirty fatigues fall to
> > the ground and quickly pulls off her t-shirt.
> Underwear follows just
> > moments after. Almost without pause, she jumps
> into the hot water.
> > Generally the best she gets in the field is a dip
> in a stream or a
> > quick shower from a solar heated bag. To soak the
> muscle aches and
> > get fully clean is wonderful. For a few moments,
> she can forget about
> > everything. It is almost with reluctance that she
> gets out of the
> > tub.
> > As she has always been more of a tomboy than
> anything else, she has
> > only rarely worn dresses. Still, what has been
> laid out for her is
> > incredibly beautiful. Her hands move slowly across
> the white cloth.
> > Maybe it is a good time to show the men in the
> group that she is a
> > woman. If he was not hurt, it would not be a bad
> thing to impress
> > Osiris. No matter what she was told, as a little
> girl she was always
> > impressed by stories of Cyber-Knights. Back in the
> bathroom, she
> > applies her makeup with far more care than she
> usually does. She
> > slides the dress on, enjoying the feel of the soft
> > With that, she slowly walks into the area where
> everybody else is
> > waiting.
> > [/Alex]
> Bongo whistles. "I may not be human," he says, "but
> that bath sure made
> some difference."
> >> [GM]
> >> The Prince turns to the company. "I am told that
> you made your way
> >> through a doorway after being attacked by
> Coalition Borgs. If I
> >> may, could I ask where it was you were and what
> sort of door it was
> >> that you passed through?"
> >> The strange man Bruth, though several chairs
> down, leans forward,
> >> clearly quite keen for the answer.
> >> [/GM]
> > [Ted]
> > Ted addressed the prince, "Given the sensitivity
> of OUR mission, your
> > Highness, perhaps we could discuss this in a more
> private setting."
> > [/Ted]
> The Prince eyes Ted oddly for a moment, but then
> nods. "My apologies,
> but as you can imagine, we must always be vigilant."
> > [Ted]
> > Ted takes the time more carefully observe this
> strange manned named
> > Bruth.
> > [/Ted]
> Bruth is a slender-built man with short grey hair.
> His face is
> wrinkled, and there are two obvious (though not
> large) scars, one on
> each cheek. He is wearing a long black cloak with
> embroidered silver
> stars and moons. He has several rings on his right
> hand, all
> marvelously shaped in gold, silver and platinum,
> with bright gems
> (diamonds, rubies and jade) and runic tracings. On
> his the ring
> finger of his left hand is a single plain iron ring,
> without carvings
> or gems. His speech sounds vaguely foreign, though
> his American is
> better than many native speakers. His eyes are dull
> greyish-blue, as
> if he had cataracts, and yet he seems to have no
> problem seeing.
> > [Carlos]
> > "These are things I would like to know myself. I
> am a simple man, and
> > was acting as 'protection' for some esteemed
> scholars. How I ended up
> > here, I'm not sure."
> > [/Carlos]
> The Prince smiles. "I am sure you are more than
> just a simple man." he
> replies. "You have the look of the traveler about
> you, and you most
> clearly do not come from this part of the world. My
> grandfather was from far to the south, from Mexico,
> and his first name
> was Carlos as well. He had many strange stories to
> tell, as, I am sure,
> you do to. I look forward, perhaps this evening, to
> hearing some of
> those stories from you and your companions."
> > [Ted]
> > "Bongo," the reptilian telepath projected
> privately to his canine
> > companion, "Do you get any kind of readings on our
> friend Bruth?"
> > [/Ted]
> Bongo briefly tries to read Bruth's surface
> thoughts. He then responds
> telepathically to Ted. "He's curious, but there's
> also something else,
> like he was expecting the door to open, or at least,
> he was not surprised."
> While this is going on, the Mayor is spending a
> great deal of time
> doting on Alex and Amanda.
> "Tell me ladies," he says, his voice slightly
> slurred by drink, "are
> such handsome women to be found where you come from?
> You see, I am a
> poor widower. My third... er rather... fourth wife
> having died last
> year. A man in my high position can scarcely
> afford, however, to remain
> grieving for too long. My niece needs me to set an
> example of wedded
> The young woman's face blushes, and she lowers her
> head. She seems very
> impressed with Talas, however, as do many other
> women at the table. His
> Elvish good looks have their effect. His exotic
> clothes only add to this.
With the mayors daughters interest in him being so
obvious and her now being so embers by her fathers
words, Talas strikes up a conversation with her in the
hopes of putting her to ease and taking her attention
off of her fathers words. Talas keeps one ear one the
various conversations going on around the table and
one ear on the words of the mayors daughter as he goes
on about the latest gossip and her various interest
and what ever else she wishes to speak of.
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