Peyton Broussard (Oct 14, 2011 11:59:51 PM)
Do I need to pat you down? *Winks back*

Anthony S Barajas (Oct 15, 2011 12:03:16 AM)
*grinning at that thought* Need is such a strong word. Perhaps we should say that if you like, you 'get' to pat me down.

Peyton Broussard (Oct 15, 2011 12:04:44 AM)
*Laughs* Well, maybe later.. so, are we going in? And what's in the bag? More burglery tools? *Her enjoyment of the situation and of him is not hidden*

Anthony S Barajas (Oct 15, 2011 12:06:14 AM)
Well I'll show you, here hand me the bag for a sec... *holding out his hand with a smile* And of course we're going in. That's the whole point of this after all.

Peyton Broussard (Oct 15, 2011 12:06:57 AM)
*nods to him and hands him the bag* I love surprises

Anthony S Barajas (Oct 15, 2011 12:08:42 AM)
Good, then you won't mind waiting for this one... *grinning as he takes the bag and makes no motion to show her what's inside of it. Instead he pulls back the gate for her, as if it were an enormous door, and motions her through with an exaggerated bow.* After you, chica.

Peyton Broussard (Oct 15, 2011 12:11:51 AM)
*Grins at him over her shoulder and then turns to step through the gate - finding to her suprise that she rather enjoys his term of endearment..*

Anthony S Barajas (Oct 15, 2011 12:14:50 AM)
*The gravel path stretches out before them; and the bright lights of the car only light their way for so long. As they continue crunching their way along the gravel, and into the darkness, Anthony reaches into the bag to pull out surprise number one, and place it into her hand. Long, hard and cold to the touch, it is of course, a flashlight. By the size and weight of it, it seems to be a maglight*

Peyton Broussard (Oct 15, 2011 12:16:51 AM)
Oh! *She looks down and then grips it firmly when she realizes what it is* This is good.. * then looks up to him* Aren't you afraid you'll run your battery down? *Nod toward the car *

Anthony S Barajas (Oct 15, 2011 12:18:52 AM)
I've got triple A. We decide to get going, and I'll give them a call and have em come out and replace my battery. Fuck, I pay enough for the damn service, might as well get some use out of it, huh?

Peyton Broussard (Oct 15, 2011 12:20:09 AM)
*blinks in surprise at the change in his tone* Well sure... might as well *uses the maglight to light the gravel ahead of them*

Anthony S Barajas (Oct 15, 2011 12:23:28 AM)
So where do you want to do your searching first? *there's a click as a second flashlight beam comes on.... he surveys the land before them with the beam of light to enunciate their options* Cane fields, warehouse one, two or three.... or straight for the shipping yard?

Peyton Broussard (Oct 15, 2011 12:23:59 AM)
*Smiles at him* IS there treasure?

Anthony S Barajas (Oct 15, 2011 12:25:51 AM)
Well there's my wit and your good looks. Some would say that's treasure enough. As for the buried sort, well who knows.... *chuckling a bit at the thought* Knowing the rep that these guys had, maybe just a few bodies buried underground.

Peyton Broussard (Oct 15, 2011 12:27:14 AM)
*Feeling a little nervous now she moves closer to him* I'm not so sure I want to explore the cane fields ..*She looks up to him* You decide

Anthony S Barajas (Oct 15, 2011 12:31:39 AM)
Well now you're making the cane fields sound tempting....*smiling over at her and tossing her a wink* But I suppose we can check the warehouses. You never know what you might find. I remember exploring an old match factory, I found an entire undercity beneath the warehouse. Acres and acres of tunnels, crisscrossing the grounds.

Peyton Broussard (Oct 15, 2011 12:33:02 AM)
Wow... think we will find something like that here? Oh, wait.. were there people there at the match factory?

Anthony S Barajas (Oct 15, 2011 12:33:39 AM)
A few. It was closer in to town, an a favorite spot of the locals, particularly come winter time. Nothing like sharing space with a handful of bums, huh?

Peyton Broussard (Oct 15, 2011 12:34:29 AM)
I suppose.. it depends on what floats your boat *chuckles softly*

Anthony S Barajas (Oct 15, 2011 12:37:03 AM)
Well trust me, there are many things that float my boat, but spooning with a man that hasn't bathed in three years is not one of them, you can count on that.

Peyton Broussard (Oct 15, 2011 12:37:42 AM)
*laughs* I just love your mind..

Anthony S Barajas (Oct 15, 2011 12:41:15 AM)
That disturbs me, my dear. You are doing things completely backwards you know that, right? Not at all, how they should be.

Peyton Broussard (Oct 15, 2011 12:41:43 AM)
Why, whatever do you mean?

Anthony S Barajas (Oct 15, 2011 12:45:00 AM)
Usually women love my body and loathe my mind. It's ever so disturbing to see it happen the other way around.

Peyton Broussard (Oct 15, 2011 12:46:53 AM)
*Giggles* Loathe your mind? I can't imagine why.. you are so witty, it's very enjoyable.. and it was the first thing I saw, really, except for your beauty, which is quite astounding *Looks over to him* But your words inspire..

Anthony S Barajas (Oct 15, 2011 12:50:04 AM)
I should hope so. They're meant to inspire juries to award vast sums of money to bereaved ex-wives...*grinning at her* Or inspire chaste maidens to lay aside their virtue. So I have spent many late nights hard at work, honing these words to a sharp point.

Peyton Broussard (Oct 15, 2011 12:52:39 AM)
Chaste maidens? Really? Do they really lay aside their virtue? You are saying that argument is the whetstone of your wit.. I suppose that is true of any great thinker,, but I am not certain if chastity figures in so much

Anthony S Barajas (Oct 15, 2011 12:58:49 AM)
Well chastity certainly figures in not at all, which is the sole point in talking them out of their virtue. Though to be honest, maidens lack imagination it is sad to say, and are as much overrated as vengeful ex-wives are underrated. But what of you, my dear? Frankly I was waiting for a scream when I shot off the lock at the gates. Or at least an imperious demand to convey you at once back home. What caused you to ignore that voice in the back of your head, warning you of danger?

Peyton Broussard (Oct 15, 2011 1:00:25 AM)
*Scowls a bit* I don't know.. I really don't. I guess it's that I trust you and truly, there was no warning voice. I didn't feel unsafe in your care and I still don't

Peyton Broussard (Oct 15, 2011 1:02:57 AM)
Were you trying to elicit a scream from me? Or anger? Would you have denied my "imperious demand to be taken home"? *She wears a crooked little smile as she looks up to him with just the smallest of challenges*

Anthony S Barajas (Oct 15, 2011 1:04:36 AM)
Well I do like to hear a scream now and then....*grinning as he shakes his head* And no, I'd not have denied your demands...but I'd have learned a little about you through them. That's worth a bullet, don't you think?

Peyton Broussard (Oct 15, 2011 1:06:28 AM)
*Laughs softly* Depends on the target I guess.. A rusty lock is a very good target..but not all that revealing. What would you like to know about me? Aren't I an open book?

Anthony S Barajas (Oct 15, 2011 1:13:28 AM)
We are all open books, despite what we might think. It just depends on the reader. Some like to look at pretty pictures, while others skim the pages. A few like to skip to the ending; but very few take the time to read the words as they are writ down. Still, we've made a beginning, haven't we, chica?

Peyton Broussard (Oct 15, 2011 1:16:21 AM)
We have.. yes I would call it a beginning.. but of what I cannot say.. I most assuredly have the inclination to take the time to read the pages of /your/ book *her smile is enticing*

Anthony S Barajas (Oct 15, 2011 1:17:14 AM)
Well, I don't recommend it. The beginning is boring, the middle is maudlin and the ending nothing but crude limericks and self-congratulatory propaganda. Still it ~does~ have some pretty pictures.

Peyton Broussard (Oct 15, 2011 1:18:24 AM)
*laughs* Indeed it does.. and I have also cultivated the rather rare art of reading between the lines.. so *shrug* We will see

Anthony S Barajas (Oct 15, 2011 1:21:50 AM)
*As they walk along, taking care not to trip in the gravel, they've finally managed to reach one of the warehouses. Anthony eyes the sagging; weatherbeaten door, and gives it a good kick, knocking it off the hinges, before entering ahead of her this time* Age before beauty....

Peyton Broussard (Oct 15, 2011 1:23:08 AM)
*Smiles and picks her way through the debris and moves through the doorway, staying close behind him*

Anthony S Barajas (Oct 15, 2011 1:28:03 AM)
*The inside of the refinery is run down; as might be expected. Steel girders, cement walls and rusted tubes and pipes usedin the processing all wind their way through the abandoned refinery. Above them, catwalks sprawl across the darkness, forming a second and even third level within the refinery, though traversing it might be dangerous, even in the best of times, which these obviously are not*

Anthony S Barajas (Oct 15, 2011 1:28:18 AM)
http://farm1.static.flickr.com/247/523414749_6daeecd997.jpg

Peyton Broussard (Oct 15, 2011 1:30:11 AM)
*Walks slowly and uses the light to look up to the catwalks and then lowers her gaze to the walls and whatever is there on the floor* ( link is not working )

Anthony S Barajas (Oct 15, 2011 1:32:19 AM)
(damn. Ah well, it's a black and white photo of what I just described >.> )

Peyton Broussard (Oct 15, 2011 1:32:53 AM)
(( I figured *s*)) *speaks softly* Old things fascinate me.. even rust is beautiful *chuckles* I should have brought a camera...

Anthony S Barajas (Oct 15, 2011 1:33:30 AM)
*the ground here is loose dirt; they never even bothered to pave it. Obviously, most of the work took place up above, within the pipes and maze of catwalks that infest the upper portion of the warehouse.* Well if you like, you can use my cell phone. It has a flash and I can text you the pictures.

Peyton Broussard (Oct 15, 2011 1:34:55 AM)
I'm afraid I don't know how to use telephone cameras.. I could try though.. or maybe come back another time. They made sugar here?

Anthony S Barajas (Oct 15, 2011 1:38:49 AM)
That they did. Boiled down cane syrup and it came out fine white granulated powder. All without leaving these pipes... *he pulls out his phone and brings up the camera* Just push the little roller ball in and it'll take the shot. Flash comes on automatically.

Peyton Broussard (Oct 15, 2011 1:40:02 AM)
*Takes the phone and fumbles a bit, but then takes a picture of the catwalks* Fascinating....

Anthony S Barajas (Oct 15, 2011 1:42:48 AM)
So... ready to climb up and take a look at the pipes? *eyeing her with a grin, as he gazes at one of the iron ladders leading upwards*

Peyton Broussard (Oct 15, 2011 1:44:43 AM)
*Takes a long look at the iron ladder* Up there? Is it safe? *Her heart pounds a little*

Anthony S Barajas (Oct 15, 2011 1:45:57 AM)
Of course not. Still, if I go first, chances are it'll be me that falls first. You'll have a good...I don't know, one second to dodge my falling body.

Peyton Broussard (Oct 15, 2011 1:46:24 AM)
*Seriously * I would catch you..

Anthony S Barajas (Oct 15, 2011 1:47:10 AM)
If you caught me, then we'd both likely fall. Besides, I'm a cat, and I'm pretty sure I have at least four lives left.

Peyton Broussard (Oct 15, 2011 1:48:11 AM)
*giggles softly* Only four? That's reassuring, ma chere..

Anthony S Barajas (Oct 15, 2011 1:48:41 AM)
Well I lived recklessly in my youth, so even though I don't really remember them, I'm pretty damn sure I've used five up already.

Peyton Broussard (Oct 15, 2011 1:48:51 AM)
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Peyton Broussard (Oct 15, 2011 1:51:17 AM)
*chuckles* After you then, Monsieur Le Chat

Dusk (Oct 15, 2011 1:52:03 AM)
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Anthony S Barajas (Oct 15, 2011 1:53:33 AM)
I'm glad I'm so convincing.... just keep the light shining upwards on me.... *and with that he nimbly begins to scramble up the ladder, the bag still thrown over his back. *

Dusk (Oct 15, 2011 1:53:59 AM)
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Peyton Broussard (Oct 15, 2011 1:54:00 AM)
*Shines the light for him as he ascends*

. (Oct 15, 2011 1:55:35 AM)
*The ladder creeks with the rusty softly whispered squeal of metal long since abandoned, Anthony's weight on the rungs something that it hadn't felt in far too long.*

Peyton Broussard (Oct 15, 2011 1:57:03 AM)
*Frets a bit at the sound the ladder makes* Be careful Anthony.. really, maybe you should just come down now.. we can go to the fields if you want...*She makes sure he has plenty of light*

Anthony S Barajas (Oct 15, 2011 1:57:09 AM)
*But of course Anthony continues to scale the heights. He'd trusted to his luck all his life after all, and didn't feel like changing it now, just because there were a couple rusty rungs.* (See Daredevil merit)

Peyton Broussard (Oct 15, 2011 1:58:06 AM)
*BItes her lower lip softly as she watches him scale the heights..*

. (Oct 15, 2011 1:58:11 AM)
*They continue to squeal lightly in objection to being used as they were intended, but what could simple rust do to stop a creature as magnifficent as Anthony?*

Anthony S Barajas (Oct 15, 2011 1:59:35 AM)
*What indeed. Finally he nears the top of the ladder, and places his hands at the top of the catwalk; in place to boost himself up. Looking down for a moment, Anthony glances at Peyton below* Looks safe enough, chica, easy climbing.

Peyton Broussard (Oct 15, 2011 2:00:49 AM)
*Smiles nervously* I don't know Anthony.. *She moves closer to the ladder, but keeps the light on him* I guess if you say so...

Anthony S Barajas (Oct 15, 2011 2:06:19 AM)
I do. *and with that he hefts himself up, grabbing at the railing to help pull himself over the edge and onto the catwalk*

Peyton Broussard (Oct 15, 2011 2:07:12 AM)
*Keeps the light on him until he is secure, then she will begin her ascent*

. (Oct 15, 2011 2:08:51 AM)
*The steps squeal in protest once more as Peyton begins climbing, now and again she feels a particularily precarious one that seems dangerous to her but luck seems to smile on her and she too makes her way to the top without misadventure.*

Peyton Broussard (Oct 15, 2011 2:09:51 AM)
*Her hand with the light is shaking a bit* Wow.. *She looks over the railing, then over to him and smiles* That was a rush

Anthony S Barajas (Oct 15, 2011 2:09:53 AM)
See what I mean? *grinning over at her as she makes the ascension, giving her a hand to pull her up over the top* I am the soul of honor, kindness, mercy and goodness. Trust me in all things.

Peyton Broussard (Oct 15, 2011 2:10:36 AM)
*Laughs as she takes his hand* I actually do

Anthony S Barajas (Oct 15, 2011 2:12:13 AM)
Well, that's your mistake. *he shakes his head with a grin as he glances down the way* We need more room before I can open my bag. What say we find a bigger catwalk? Maybe one with some pipes nearby to make noise with.

Peyton Broussard (Oct 15, 2011 2:13:28 AM)
Noise? C'mon you have to tell me what's in the bag, Anthony

Anthony S Barajas (Oct 15, 2011 2:14:26 AM)
I swore a sacred oath to the sun and stars and heavens above, never to tell what is in this bag, until the conditions are met.

Peyton Broussard (Oct 15, 2011 2:15:04 AM)
*laughs* Alright, you win

Anthony S Barajas (Oct 15, 2011 2:16:28 AM)
Thank you, I adore winning... *shooting her a grin as he turns to walk out along the catwalk; his eyes scanning the darkness ahead of them, sweeping the beam of light over the metal girders, searching for a suitable place.*

Peyton Broussard (Oct 15, 2011 2:17:39 AM)
*Follows him.. shining the light on the catwalk..and stepping carefully, following in his footsteps*

Anthony S Barajas (Oct 15, 2011 2:18:52 AM)
*Eventually of course, they come to a large enough intersection, giving them a nice ten by ten plot of steel to use. Finally Anthony puts his bag down on the grouind and glances at her* You ready for the big exposition then?

Peyton Broussard (Oct 15, 2011 2:20:09 AM)
*nods and her face lights up with excitement* More than ready, Le Chat

Anthony S Barajas (Oct 15, 2011 2:23:34 AM)
*So unzip goes the bag, unveiling.... well, two very old bottles, a docking station for his ipod, a folded up mat that he unfolds first and places on the ground....showing it to be a Twister mat; and a couple small cans of lighter fluid and a book of matches*

Peyton Broussard (Oct 15, 2011 2:26:45 AM)
*Watches as he unveils his 'treasure'.. twister? she ascesses Peyton's memories.. ahh how odd.. and those bottles are probably some ancient fantastic vintage of wine..she looks at him more keenly, with a softness to her gaze and a new regard*

. (Oct 15, 2011 2:29:06 AM)
*As the bag opens and the light settles something gold and shining catches Anthony's attention. A little flicker of colour that seems to dangle from the railing nearby.*

Anthony S Barajas (Oct 15, 2011 2:30:02 AM)
So you wanted to learn alchohol. I can guarantee you that no one will teach you about alchohol in quite this fashion. I've go- *he cuts off, as the flicker of gold catches his attention. Bird-like, almost he shifts his gaze to try and make out what it was.*

Peyton Broussard (Oct 15, 2011 2:30:37 AM)
*She follows his gaze, not sure what he is seeing* What is it. Anthony?

. (Oct 15, 2011 2:31:26 AM)
*Moving closer he see's a thin necklance dangling from the very edge of the walkway, a little gold ring looped on the end of it hanging high above the ground. Abandoned, forgotten, lost... a tiny pinprick of colour against the grey desolate rusted landscape.*

Peyton Broussard (Oct 15, 2011 2:32:58 AM)
*Her brow furrows with concern as she calls softly* Anthony? Please be careful....

Anthony S Barajas (Oct 15, 2011 2:34:02 AM)
A necklace, it looks like. Odd, really to see something like that here. *grinning over at Peyton suddenly* Though perhaps not that odd, if you remember what I said about lovery looking for a tryst. Looks like one of the left something behind. *and he reaches out, to see if he can grab hold of it and twist it free*

Peyton Broussard (Oct 15, 2011 2:35:02 AM)
*Gasps softly and whispers* Careful....

. (Oct 15, 2011 2:35:16 AM)
*The necklace swings just out reach, his fingertips can almost grab hold of it but it lays just beyond his ability to touch. A story was here surely, it wasn't dropped, perhaps thrown in a heat of anger or sob of tears?*

Anthony S Barajas (Oct 15, 2011 2:38:22 AM)
Let me see... *glancing around he looks to see if the railing is close enough to climb up on, or if he'll have to make a run and jump to reach it.*

. (Oct 15, 2011 2:39:00 AM)
*The railing was close enough to climb up upon surely, so long as he didn't slip and fall off it should be an easy reach from that position... assuming of course luck remained upon his side.*

Peyton Broussard (Oct 15, 2011 2:40:03 AM)
*Looks around for something to use as a hook* Wait, Anthony maybe you can hook it on something... *Her voice trails off as she watches him prepare to do something dangerous*

Peyton Broussard (Oct 15, 2011 2:42:24 AM)
*Peyton would have prayed, but Vash has no clue who to pray to.. she chews her bottom lip and watches nervously*

Anthony S Barajas (Oct 15, 2011 2:43:23 AM)
Maybe but this will be faster. *he begins to clambor up the railing, taking care with it, after all he's reckless but not stupid. Still his eyes are focused on the necklace, and he leans out to grab it, balancing himself with his other hand*

Peyton Broussard (Oct 15, 2011 2:44:03 AM)
*Gasps softly and covers her mouth with her hands as he leans out*

. (Oct 15, 2011 2:44:34 AM)
*The squeals of protest sound again, only this time with a low groan of undercurrent as the rail begins to shudder. Anthony feels his fingers touch the gold of the necklace, feel the cool metal slide over his skin just as the rail beneath him gives way with a sharp crack.*

Peyton Broussard (Oct 15, 2011 2:46:28 AM)
*As the rail shudders, she squats down, holding onto the slats of the platform..and screams, the one thing she promised not to do..* Anthony!!!

Anthony S Barajas (Oct 15, 2011 2:47:10 AM)
*He makes a lunge at the necklace, twisting to grab at it even as he attempts to leap from the railing onto the catwalk; a last ditch effort to jump to safety*

Peyton Broussard (Oct 15, 2011 2:47:41 AM)
*Reaches out to him*

. (Oct 15, 2011 2:47:54 AM)
*He almost makes it, he's in fact so certain that he will that he feels that rush of exileration run through him, excitement sparking in the air for a moment until he feels the empty air beneath him and that sinking sensation of falling.*

Anthony S Barajas (Oct 15, 2011 2:51:42 AM)
Fuck! *he yells out, his voice trailing the last letter as he falls; twisting to try and soften the impact. You were supposed to roll, right? Or was that fall flat to cushion the impact across the whole body. Or was that....*

Peyton Broussard (Oct 15, 2011 2:52:34 AM)
*Her eyes go wide, very wide as she stares the empty space where Anthony had been just a second earlier, hardly able to believe what has just happened, she tells herself that he must be fooling around, right? It must be part of the surprise.. carefully, slowly, she stands and calls to him* Anthony?

. (Oct 15, 2011 2:53:39 AM)
*Anthony hits the floor below with a devastating thud, the air pushed out of his lungs with a spray of blood that comes from his lips. Eyes opened wide look up to the ceiling above with a lifeless stare and if he could he would laugh... just like life to end without any semblance of meaning. The world around him starts fading from view and he notes curiously that his legs indeed felt cold.*

Peyton Broussard (Oct 15, 2011 2:56:14 AM)
*She hears the sickening thud..and she doesn't have to look to know that he had indeed fallen and hit the ground hard..she listened but there was only silence, she sat back on her haunches..really not knowing what to do, maybe.. maybe he was hiding.. * Anthony? * but she knew better*

Anthony S Barajas (Oct 15, 2011 3:05:14 AM)
*He sits up with a shout of triumph; eyes openeing wide, flaring with an icy sapphirre glow, flickering to crimson and gold, before returning to the soft brown; a breath shuddering through his body, heaving and shuddering as he sucks in mouthful after mouthful of air*

Peyton Broussard (Oct 15, 2011 3:07:55 AM)
*She jumps as she hears his shout.. * Anthony? .. *She scrambles for the ladder and begins her descent, slowly and carefully .. stopping after every few steps to shine the light on the floor in her search for Anthony*

Anthony S Barajas (Oct 15, 2011 3:13:10 AM)
Not.... Quite.... *the words are like the crackle of flames; spoken through gritted teeth as fiery wings erupt from his back, a solar flare as for a brief moment, Anthony becomes kin to the sun itself; transforming his visage into a radiant god....and then it sputters, leaving him bound into the shape of a man once more. Hastur curses, drawing on Anthony's vocabulary to do so* Fuck.

Peyton Broussard (Oct 15, 2011 3:17:41 AM)
*Finally reaches thesafety of the floor, she shines her light on the area directly under the catwalk.. she sees Anthony sitting up.. but there is a strangeness about him.. it feels familiar but she approaches him cautiously* Anthony?

Anthony S Barajas (Oct 15, 2011 3:20:17 AM)
Do I know you? *he stares out at her; and on one level he recognizes her form as Peyton; he can sense something else; something familiar, and he narrows his eyes as if that would help*

Peyton Broussard (Oct 15, 2011 3:22:32 AM)
*She straightens up and nods.. she also senses him.. and knows what has happened, she is a little sad, because she had really started to like Anthony, but this was the way of things for all who really mattered to her* Yes.. you know me. and I know you ...

. (Oct 15, 2011 3:23:29 AM)
(Okay Anthony can you please re-log so I can check your icon before I run off? :) )

Peyton Broussard (Oct 15, 2011 3:23:41 AM)
( *waves *))

Anthony S Barajas (Oct 15, 2011 3:23:47 AM)
(alirhgt)

Anthony S Barajas (Oct 15, 2011 3:23:50 AM)
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Anthony S Barajas (Oct 15, 2011 3:24:30 AM)
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Peyton Broussard (Oct 15, 2011 3:24:43 AM)
((Oooh *applauds*))

Anthony S Barajas (Oct 15, 2011 3:24:57 AM)
(look at me, all shiny with my crucifix)

. (Oct 15, 2011 3:25:01 AM)
(Congrats! Must run ... have fun you two!)

. (Oct 15, 2011 3:25:06 AM)
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Peyton Broussard (Oct 15, 2011 3:25:09 AM)
(( excellent by by))

Anthony S Barajas (Oct 15, 2011 3:25:19 AM)
(thanks Dusk)

Peyton Broussard (Oct 15, 2011 3:25:27 AM)
((awesome Dusk))

Anthony S Barajas (Oct 15, 2011 3:26:07 AM)
He knew you...but not like you are.... *still staring at her* So this is what is left to us? *glancing down at his hands; soft and squishy things that they are*

Peyton Broussard (Oct 15, 2011 3:27:51 AM)
*Stares back* Yes.. this is what we are.. you will get used to it *smiles softly* But it isn't easy..*Cants her head to look at him* These boys offer much that we haven't know before.. you will see

Peyton Broussard (Oct 15, 2011 3:28:54 AM)
(( boys = bodies))

Peyton Broussard (Oct 15, 2011 3:29:01 AM)
(( don't ask))

Anthony S Barajas (Oct 15, 2011 3:29:08 AM)
(*grins* I can imagine)

Peyton Broussard (Oct 15, 2011 3:29:18 AM)
((*snort*))

Anthony S Barajas (Oct 15, 2011 3:30:54 AM)
They are... *he pauses as he touches his ribs, presses his hands together, and then pinches his skin, twisting it, wincing at the pain* Well, it is not the pit, and whatever it is, it is not that. *Hastur adjusts quickly; it is his nature, and already his mind is casting out its tendrils, searching and ransacking Anthony's memories*

Peyton Broussard (Oct 15, 2011 3:32:32 AM)
*there is a familiar tingling as she looks him over* No, it's not the pit.. but humanity has changed and changed things considerably

Anthony S Barajas (Oct 15, 2011 3:37:38 AM)
I should hope so. At least that much has been saved then... *he gazes out across the unfamiliar surroundings, then gazes over to her* This will take some time however.

Peyton Broussard (Oct 15, 2011 3:37:58 AM)
*nods* Yes.. If you want I will help you

Anthony S Barajas (Oct 15, 2011 3:43:02 AM)
I could likely use the assistance. Who are you? I feel as if I should know, and yet...I can not. Too many thoughts, too much left behind, back ~there~.

Peyton Broussard (Oct 15, 2011 3:47:38 AM)
Namurabi-Ur Vash

Anthony S Barajas (Oct 15, 2011 3:50:52 AM)
You were... a warrior, no? Not my legion, the Silver Legion? *he shakes his head* And before, you were there when I called for change, the turning of the seasons.... so many details lost.

Peyton Broussard (Oct 15, 2011 3:51:07 AM)
I l

Peyton Broussard (Oct 15, 2011 3:51:21 AM)
Yes yes, the Silver Legion

Peyton Broussard (Oct 15, 2011 3:51:36 AM)
I worked with Agriel

Peyton Broussard (Oct 15, 2011 3:51:43 AM)
until I lost my mind

Anthony S Barajas (Oct 15, 2011 3:52:25 AM)
I am Hastur, Herald of the Ebon Legion. As to before, well... *he shakes his head* All that is lost, isn't it?

Peyton Broussard (Oct 15, 2011 3:52:54 AM)
*Her eyes pierce his* Not completely, no, Hastur

Anthony S Barajas (Oct 15, 2011 3:54:47 AM)
Where do we stand then? On the brink of war once more? I heard no clarion calls, no trumpets of battle. Clashes of men, yes; but none of the Sebettu.

Peyton Broussard (Oct 15, 2011 3:55:02 AM)
W

Peyton Broussard (Oct 15, 2011 3:55:18 AM)
Tomorrow night we are to meet with the Tyrant..

Peyton Broussard (Oct 15, 2011 3:55:57 AM)
There are many I have not seen yet, and plans within plans, and there is a war, but I am not sure with whom, against whom

Peyton Broussard (Oct 15, 2011 3:56:32 AM)
you

Anthony S Barajas (Oct 15, 2011 3:56:38 AM)
I will try and attend then, if I can. If I this form can sustain me and I can recall more of whom I should be and not who I am now.

Peyton Broussard (Oct 15, 2011 3:58:03 AM)
You will discover more as time goes by.. here time is your friend.. but it is not endless.. This form will sustain you, but be careful..

Peyton Broussard (Oct 15, 2011 3:58:53 AM)
Stay qiet for a time and your memories will begin to sort themselves out. Can you remember where your host lives?

Anthony S Barajas (Oct 15, 2011 3:59:54 AM)
Where it lives... *frowning he closes his eyes; opening them again almost immediately* I can see streets and buildings; of strange construction. But yes, I can find it, if I must.

Peyton Broussard (Oct 15, 2011 4:00:47 AM)
*smiles* He was..is exceptional.. You are fortunate, I think and chose well

Anthony S Barajas (Oct 15, 2011 4:04:55 AM)
There is nearly as much of him as there is of me. I think of wars and flames; wrath and blood and violence wreathed together; yet in my eyes I see suburban streets and... bullets? Yes, that's the word, bullets flying, windows shattering and sirens wailing. An oddly fitting mesh of memories; but this will, again, take time. Vash....thank you. *he extends a hand to her once more* I will not forget your timely assistance when I fell here.

Peyton Broussard (Oct 15, 2011 4:05:54 AM)
*Takes his hand* Come, I will help you.. and you will help me..Can you remember how to drive a car? *She realizes suddenly that for a little while, he needs her, and so she is finally able to put her own angst and confusion to rest..it is so much easier to speak with one's own kind.. and she discovers that this brings a kind of relief as well*

Anthony S Barajas (Oct 15, 2011 4:08:25 AM)
I believe so. The fact that I remember what a car is, astounds me right now. Truly, there have been changes... *A familiar smile lights Anthony's face; his natural arrogance a perfect home for the Devil, and the glimmer is in his eyes. Truthfully, though he conceals it well, he seems almost giddy; perhaps not unexpected, considering where he came from*

Peyton Broussard (Oct 15, 2011 4:09:41 AM)
*chuckles as she watches his eyes.. Oh yes.. this one chose well* You can take me home then...

Anthony S Barajas (Oct 15, 2011 4:10:53 AM)
Home.... *he tastes the word as he nods; extending his hand to her in a gesture he only just recalls* Let's find that.

Anthony S Barajas (Oct 15, 2011 4:11:04 AM)
(Good point for an exeunt? Bed is calling)

Peyton Broussard (Oct 15, 2011 4:11:23 AM)
(( yes.. thanks for the RP and for letting me watch your scene))

Anthony S Barajas (Oct 15, 2011 4:12:30 AM)
(I'm glad you could be there for it.)

Anthony S Barajas (Oct 15, 2011 4:12:38 AM)
(Take care hon, and good night!)

Peyton Broussard (Oct 15, 2011 4:12:44 AM)
( (( you too night)

Peyton Broussard (Oct 15, 2011 4:12:49 AM)
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