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#HappyLittleAsylum
Session Start: Thu Mar 21 18:57:59 2002
* Mitch is in his room, hunched over a crate with some tools, splicing bullets
* AriaStormsinger pushes open the front door, a tired expression on ehr face.
* AriaStormsinger trudges upstairs. Stops at the top. Slaps her forehead.
* AriaStormsinger trudges back downstairs, fetches an orange.
* AriaStormsinger trudges back upstairs.
* Rica settles on the couch, feet propped up as she reads*
* AriaStormsinger totally didn't see her there.
* AriaStormsinger knocks on Mitch's door.
* Mitch looks up as the door swings open - it was unlatched... "Hel- oh, hi, Aria."
* AriaStormsinger blinks at the door. Slowly.
<AriaStormsinger> Hi... How's,um, preparing?
* AriaStormsinger trudges in and falls into a little pile of seated-Aria against Mitch's bed.
* Mitch VERY carefully solders together the bullet, setting it down on a plate and pushing himself back. "It's, y'know... it's rough. I dunno what I'm preparing for a lot of the time, and what little I know doesn't make me feel very good."
<AriaStormsinger> I'm really, uh, proud of you for going...an' defending Diana an' all.
* AriaStormsinger rubs her face gently
* Rica leans back, propping her feet on the arm rest across from her*
<Mitch> "But Bill snagged me an ALICE and some kevlar, and I'm piecing together some shit that might come in handy..." He looks over, rubbing his neck, and sighs, hauling himself up tiredly and thumping onto the bed himself, having gotten maybe an hour or two of sleep, tops.
<AriaStormsinger> We should get sleep. Gonna be a long trip...
<Mitch> "Thanks, Aria. I dunno how much good I'll be, but..." He shrugs.
<Mitch> "We?" He blinks. "You're coming along?"
* AriaStormsinger shakes her head, not looking back at him.
<AriaStormsinger> I'm...going someplace else.
<Mitch> "Where're you headed?"
<AriaStormsinger> Don't get mad. I just want you to know, in case you come back before we do.
* Mitch blinks again, sleepy-puzzled. "Why would I be mad? You can, y'know, go places. It's a free country."
* AriaStormsinger glances up at Mitch, over her shoulder.
<AriaStormsinger> Okay. I went to see Stacie again, and she's doing really well. Can't talk yet. But she's awake.
<AriaStormsinger> The people at the office building said it was safe...
* Mitch inhales, but lets his breath out slowly at her words, nodding.
<AriaStormsinger> Anyway, I talked with the workers there, and with Tom and Pete. They want to go back to Brazil.
<AriaStormsinger> With me...
<Mitch> "You're going to... Brazil?" *tries to picture Brazil on his mental map, and can only get as far as "in the blurry area outside Manhattan"* "What're you going to do there?"
<AriaStormsinger> Try to find out some answers. Who I am. How Javier found me. If -- if there's any more...um, people... like me.
* AriaStormsinger draws her knees up and wraps her arms around them.
<AriaStormsinger> I really want to go, but I don't want to leave the Asylum!
<AriaStormsinger> I love you guys!
<AriaStormsinger> And I'm really worried about you, going off to Underhill.
* Mitch edges around on the bed, dangling his legs over the same side as her and leaning over, kinda looking down at the floor.
<Mitch> "You ever going to be coming back?"
<AriaStormsinger> I hope so!
<Mitch> He shakes his head. "Don't worry about me, Aria. I'll be with Diana and Kevley and, uhh... Keelin... and... y'know, the rest. They've done this shit before."
* AriaStormsinger nods.
* AriaStormsinger leans her head back against the mattress.
<AriaStormsinger> I'm gonna miss choir practiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiice! *whimper*
<Mitch> He blinks. "Choir practice?"
* AriaStormsinger blinks at Mitch.
<AriaStormsinger> Choir practice. At the church up the street?
<Mitch> He gives her a blank look.
<AriaStormsinger> I started Sunday. *beams*
<AriaStormsinger> HLM helped me out.
<Mitch> "Oh, okay... um, congratulations? Don't worry about it... you can, y'know, practice in Brazil, can't you?"
* AriaStormsinger 's eyes light up
<AriaStormsinger> I could!!
<Mitch> .oO(And another country learns to fear the influence of Mitch Williams.) "See? Nothing to worry about."
<AriaStormsinger> I'll practice some songs and sing them when you get back!
<AriaStormsinger> Or I get back. Whichever.
<AriaStormsinger> Tom and Pete have spring break next week, so they don't have to be at school. If I'm lucky, maybe I can come back with them.
* AriaStormsinger gets to her feet and shakes Mitch's top right hand.
* Mitch nods , reaching down with one hand and squeezing her shoulder. "Hope so. You really brighten things up around here."
<AriaStormsinger> You be safe and come back, okay?
<AriaStormsinger> *blushes*
* Mitch switches off, shaking hands instead or too or something. "Christ, I'd better."
<Mitch> *in the background, the stereo quietly switches over from something almost subliminal to Limp Bizkit's "My Way Or The Highway"*
* AriaStormsinger walks over to the window, passing the stereo, which emits a loud static burst
* AriaStormsinger grabs her head and backs up a couple steps
* AriaStormsinger LOOKS at Mitch
* Mitch blinks at this, half-standing. "You do that a lot?"
<AriaStormsinger> Um... A couple times.
<AriaStormsinger> ...hurts... *points to her head*
<Mitch> He rubs his neck, trying to think back to the smattering of physics he's gleaned. "...lemme check something..."
<AriaStormsinger> ok?
* Mitch walks over and crouches by the stereo... he switches it to AM, some random station, and motions for her to come closer.
* AriaStormsinger hesitates, then takes a small step.
<AriaStormsinger> *nothing happens*
* Mitch flicks it to FM again...
<AriaStormsinger> *nada*
<Mitch> "Okay..." *AM* "Here, get over next to it."
* AriaStormsinger squints her eyes shut and scrunches her face, then slowly approaches.
<AriaStormsinger> *The station squeals and waffles and spits and noises*
<AriaStormsinger> *A steady beeping pulse emerges thru the static*
* Mitch looks at the radio pensively, then up at her. "Aria... how long has this been happening?"
* AriaStormsinger shivers, fingers a few inches from either side of her head, eyes squeezed shut
<AriaStormsinger> Dunno.
<AriaStormsinger> Couple weeks?
* Mitch flicks the stereo off.
* AriaStormsinger relaxes in relief.
<Mitch> .oO(Fuck. I've heard that sound before, too.) "Don't move. I gotta do something here."
<AriaStormsinger> I think...the first time it happened, was after Angora attacked the last time....
* Mitch hauls out a bag from under his bed and dumps it out, sorting through electrical tools and gidgets... he pulls out a Walkman, the guts hanging loose, a soldering iron, the scanner Bitmod left behind...
<AriaStormsinger> What're all those?
<Mitch> "Aria, listen." He starts splicing them together with the rapidity only four hands can accomplish. "I think you're wired. Something's putting out a signal that's interfering with the normal radio frequencies, and that's not allowed... and I don't think it's you unless you're doing some REALLY funky shit with your joy-buzz."
* AriaStormsinger widens her eyes.
<AriaStormsinger> Should I be?
<Mitch> "I don't know." He reaches over and flicks the stereo on, still working. "Let off a happy burst."
* AriaStormsinger grins
<AriaStormsinger> At you?
* Mitch chuckles. .oO(In death I trust.) "Yeah, okay. At me."
<Mitch> "Wait! Hold on."
* AriaStormsinger raises her hands and -- falters.
<AriaStormsinger> What?
* Mitch sets the tools down for a moment and turns to look at her, flicking off his glasses. "I wanna try something."
* AriaStormsinger cocks her head curiously.
* Mitch starts concentrating, forming the image of his mental self and its aura... pushing it out into a ball... and this time, he has to push, he REALLY has to strain hard - he's breaking a sweat already and it's barely half-formed...
<Mitch> "...go... do it..."
* AriaStormsinger looks alarmed, but lets her arms start to glow and casts happy vibes at Mitch.
* Mitch sees her aura pulse and twirl into a shaft of light, cascading towards him - it splays around the edge of his half-assed shield, splinters and fractal edges whirling towards him only to be blunted by Shin's defense... but he actually blocked some of it on his own!
* AriaStormsinger watches curiously
* Mitch gasps, catching himself on the bed as he staggers, drained by the attempt... he holds up a hand, 'I'm okay', just catching his breath
* AriaStormsinger lowers her hands.
<AriaStormsinger> What were you doing?
<Mitch> "...didn't touch the, the signal. No. It's not your happy buzz."
* Mitch sits down with a thump on the bed. "Tried to block it. Got somewhere, too. Thanks."
<AriaStormsinger> No problem...
<AriaStormsinger> That'll help you in Underhill, Mitch. Block if someone tries to buzz you.
* Mitch squeezes his eyes before pushing his glasses on. "Yeah. I'll try."
<Mitch> "You can turn off the radio now. I'm almost done here."
* AriaStormsinger gives him a LOOK. "That'll hurt."
* Mitch picks up a small box with a dial, and glances up... "...oh. Sorry."
* Mitch gets up and crosses over to the stereo, limping a little, and switches it off himself.
* AriaStormsinger watches him. Picks up a screwdriver and looks it over. Puts it back
* Mitch returns, adds the box into the spaghetti mess of cross-connected wires, splicing it in at a key point. "Okay. If I been doing my homework right, this thing ought to find that signal."
* AriaStormsinger looks nervous.
* Mitch plugs in headphones and settles them over his head with a yawn, leaving one earbud off... he hefts the scanner, juggling the mess a little, and switches on the walkman. Frowns. Adjusts the volume control.
* Mitch starts running through the frequencies... finally... "...hah." He looks down at the box and gives it a whap, before turning the dial slowly.
<AriaStormsinger> Nothing, um, hurts *says helpfully*
<Mitch> A little absent-mindedly. "I'm just listening in on you. Stereo was putting out shit that probably interfered with whatever you've got going."
<AriaStormsinger> The frequencies were amplifying each other?
* Mondo_Gecko perches high in the rafters, watching down on the church
* Mitch approaches her, turning the dial slowly as he nears. "Nah. Conflicting. Two damn patterns on the same wavelength."
* Mitch is slowly moving the scanner's dishlike proboscius up and down, like wanding someone at an airport
* Mitch , as the peanut gallery suggests, is zeroing in on the back of her neck with the scanner
* AriaStormsinger giggles
* Calantha slips down the street, looking around and watching the few people out and about
* Mondo_Gecko smiles softly listening to the men's chior...chanting, sounding like medieval monks
* Mitch mutters something rude in spanish, and gives the box a thwack again. .oO(Damn hacks.)
* AriaStormsinger 's eyes widen.
<AriaStormsinger> Miiiiiiiiitch.
<Mitch> "Huh?"
* AriaStormsinger grins.
<AriaStormsinger> That's a bad word.
<Mitch> "Really? Wonder why."
<AriaStormsinger> What's it telling you?
* Mitch hesitates, then jogs to the closet and yanks out - a wire hanger, unbending it and wrapping one of the wires around it... "Sit down on the bed. Uh, lean your head down or something."
* AriaStormsinger gives him an odd look.
* AriaStormsinger complies.
* Mitch applies duct tape, walking back over... he crouches by her side, moving the extended antenna in close...
<Mitch> .oO(It's coming from... her... neck. The hell? Is... did someone pull an IMPLANT? What the fuck is going on?)
* Mitch slowly zeroes in on it, reaching up and carefully placing a finger on her neck. "Hold real still now, Aria."
* Mondo_Gecko lays out on the rafter like a great cat, sprawled on his side, his tail tip rising and falling softly like a cats when resting
* AriaStormsinger gets very tense
<AriaStormsinger> Mitch? What are you going to do?
* Mitch reaches over and grabs a marker... he moves his finger and dots the place directly over where the signal emits. "X marks the spot."
* AriaStormsinger flinches
<AriaStormsinger> Mitch, your machine's busted.
* AriaStormsinger sits up.
* Mitch stands, dumping the makeshift scanner on the bed.
<AriaStormsinger> How could it be my neck??
<AriaStormsinger> It's probably my brain or something. Thinking too hard.
* AriaStormsinger pthbths
<Mitch> "Aria... Christ, I dunno what the hell is happening, but you got a pinger in your neck."
<AriaStormsinger> A -- a pinger?
<AriaStormsinger> Is that...bad?
<Mitch> "Like a little tiny radio that goes 'ping, ping, ping' all the time. Whoever put it there can listen to that station and figure out where you are."
* AriaStormsinger 's eyes widen
<Mitch> "It probably ain't good."
* AriaStormsinger 's little mental gears spin wildly
<AriaStormsinger> Who would...
<AriaStormsinger> ...wait...
* AriaStormsinger blinks at Mitch. "That's how Torres knew we were at the church by NYU."
<Mitch> "It's not deep. I could probably, y'know, get it out."
<AriaStormsinger> DO it.
<Mitch> "What, the iceman?"
* AriaStormsinger puts her hand on the back of her neck, looking scared and fierce
<AriaStormsinger> Um...the bad one...
<Mitch> "Torres, huh? Okay. Hold on. I gotta get some stuff."
<AriaStormsinger> ok
* Calantha walks down the street from her theatre, humming a bit as she goes
* Mitch jogs downstairs, obtains inventory items Medical Kit and Small Steak Knife, and heads back upstairs
* Rica looks up... blinks a bit .. then slooowly shakes her head with wide eyes, going back to the book* <q> I so do not want to know what he's doing with those ..
<Mitch> "Lay down on the bed, face-down."
* Mondo_Gecko sighs softly
* Mitch settles beside her, opening up the kit and getting ready.
<Mondo_Gecko> .oO( I wish I could be in places with good music forever)
* AriaStormsinger does so, propping her forehead on her wrists
<Mitch> "Aria... I'm sorry. Gonna tell you now. This is gonna hurt you a lot more than it's gonna hurt me."
<AriaStormsinger> <q> Just do it.
<Mitch> .oO(It's just like a bullet. You've done bullets before.)
<AriaStormsinger> Get that bastard out of my life.
<AriaStormsinger> Make him go away forever. I hate him!
* AriaStormsinger makes a muffled sound, then tenses her shoulders very hard.
* AriaStormsinger takes a few deep breaths and relaxes.
* Mitch carefully smooths the hair out of the way, then places one hand above the spot, tensing and holding her head down- a second hand below, pinning her shoulders- a third hand with the knife- a fourth pinching the spot-
* Mitch flicks his wrist, and cuts into her neck, a tiny X blossoming open like a flower
* AriaStormsinger whimpers
* Mitch tosses the knife and grabs tweezers in the same movement, still pinching it open as blood wells up- WHITE blood?
<AriaStormsinger> *muffled* Is it out?
<Mitch> ...white blood then... he digs in with the tweezers, twisting deeper into the flesh, until they click against something metallic...
* Mitch pinches it, and wrenches it out, the flower releasing its pollen into the night sky, her neck giving birth to a tiny mechanical seed
* AriaStormsinger whimpers again
* AriaStormsinger grips the blanket very hard
* Mitch drops the tweezers and releases the flesh, swiping over the area with a hand towel and slapping on a square of gauze directly over the incision... he wraps medical tape over it, around it, sealing it up
* Calantha dances down the street, passing by Mondo's church and looking up at it
<AriaStormsinger> All done??
<Mitch> "It's out."
* AriaStormsinger sits up, brushing the gauze with her fingers
* AriaStormsinger sees her blood on the blanket
* Mitch flicks on the scanner, holding the headphones to one ear, and pans it over her quickly...
<AriaStormsinger> Ooh... sorry about that Mitch.
* Mondo_Gecko shivers as they sing Angus Dei
<Mitch> "You're clean."
<Mitch> He shakes his head, letting his breath out slowly. "Don't worry about it, Aria. I'm sorry it hurt."
<AriaStormsinger> Wasn't that bad.
<AriaStormsinger> Can I have the tracker?
* Mitch swipes off the pinger with an edge of the towel, glancing at her past it. .oO(Christ, it was a piece of hell for me.)
<AriaStormsinger> I want to show Kayla and Joe.
<AriaStormsinger> They're at Foss Associates.
<Mitch> "...okay..." He hands it over. "Got a better idea about it, though."
<AriaStormsinger> What?
<Mitch> "It's still going 'ping, ping, ping'. Stuff it into some meat and feed it to a stray dog. Let 'em chase that."
* Mondo_Gecko sniffs a bit and whipes his cheek
* Mitch heads into the bathroom, washing his hands as he talks.
* AriaStormsinger 's eyes widen. *Giggles*
<AriaStormsinger> You mean it?
<Mitch> "Hell yeah."
<AriaStormsinger> *giggles*
* Mitch starts cleaning off the instruments of torture, er, surgery
* AriaStormsinger helps
<AriaStormsinger> You still need to get sleep
<Mitch> "How do you feel?"
<AriaStormsinger> Same as usual.
<AriaStormsinger> A little tired, tho.
<AriaStormsinger> And nervous.
<Mondo_Gecko> .oO(if I were to tell you about how I see the world..would you beleive? ...what if I told you about ..how gravity means nothing..and how I walk above the ground.. and watch the world from up high..like you, Maybe you have failings like me.. )
* Mitch walks out and flicks on the stereo, gesturing for her to take a nice cloe look.
* AriaStormsinger comes over and leans over the stereo.
* AriaStormsinger switches the station, static-free, to Van Halen
<AriaStormsinger> "Jump?"
* AriaStormsinger bops
<Mondo_Gecko> .oO( maybe like me your just a mirage...who doesn't really exist)
* Mondo_Gecko perches again
* Mitch chuckles, watching her and drying off his hands on his shirt. "Little bit less nervous now."
* AriaStormsinger nods.
* Mondo_Gecko 's tail flip flops quietly back and forth. listening to the music
* AriaStormsinger hesitates
* AriaStormsinger turns and buries her face in Mitch's shirt, glomphing him in a huge hug
<AriaStormsinger> *muffled* I don't want you to go!!
<AriaStormsinger> Whud if oo ged killd?
<Mitch> "Gh-" A little taken aback, he gets a pair of arms around her, looking down at her. "C'mon, Aria, what's wrong?"
<Mitch> "I could get killed eating BREAKFAST around here."
* AriaStormsinger sighs.
<AriaStormsinger> Thaf troo.
<Mitch> "I'm gonna be okay, Aria." .oO(Really?) "I wanna come back too." .oO(Okay, that's true enough.)
<AriaStormsinger> I know!
* AriaStormsinger pulls back, and hands him the transmitter.
<AriaStormsinger> "Bring this with you!"
* Mitch blinks... thinks about it... suddenly coughs with laughter. "Christ, wonder how that'd come through..."
<Mitch> "...Aria, nah. See, if I do that, it'll just stop working. And they'll figure it was found. If we put it somewhere HERE, they'll keep watching, thinking that's where you are."
<AriaStormsinger> Okay.
<AriaStormsinger> But I won't take it to Brazil.
* AriaStormsinger squeezes one of Mitch's hands.
<AriaStormsinger> Night!
<Mitch> He hands it back. "Good idea."
* AriaStormsinger heads for the hall
<Mitch> "Night, Aria... good luck."
* AriaStormsinger waves, then pauses. "Oh. And thanks."
<Mitch> He smiles. "Nandemo dai."
* Kameko comes in, carrying a box of Domino's Cheesy Bread, happy happy grin on her face
* AriaStormsinger grins
* AriaStormsinger heads downstairs
* Rica looks up from her book, waving idly*
<AriaStormsinger> Kame! hihi! Rica!
* AriaStormsinger runs over to see what Rica's reading THIS time
* Calantha listens outside the church, a bit curious, and quietly slips up and inside, staying hidden in the dark
* Rica is reading The Hobbit* <G>
* Kameko smiles, going over and offering a breadstick to both Aria and Rice
* Mitch cleans the junk off his bed, oddly happy... he settles down before the bullets, and clinks each of six in a row into a speedloader. .oO(...just rent?) .oO(Yeah, I'm paying more than money.) He picks up a snubnosed revolver, snaps it open, jacks the speedloader in and spins the cylinder in a practiced movement. .oO(But maybe I'm still making a profit.)]
* Rica smiles, politely shaking her head* Nah, thanks tho .. *bookmarks the book and leans back*
<Mondo_Gecko> fone
* Mitch levels the revolver, staring down the ironsights... and within the bullets, the copper sheath has been cut open, the solid core removed, a slug of steel and iron - Death Metal - in its place...
<Mitch> .oO(Bond. Mitch Bond.)
* Rica stretches her legs out, slowly getting up to stand, splaying her hands to the ceiling in a long, drawn out stretch*
* Calantha slips up into the rafters, listening to the choir as well.. unaware of anyone else up there
* Kameko hmmsmsmsmsm happily, eating cheesy bread
* Mondo_Gecko curls his tail around his feet
* Rica chuckles* Hungry .. ?
* Kameko noddles
* AriaStormsinger comes up behind Kame and starts giving her a shoulder rub with a few happy vibe-bursts
<Kameko> When aren't I? *smirks*
* Kameko oooohs, leaning back
<Kameko> Aria...I love you..
* AriaStormsinger blinks.
* Rica chuckles again, tossing the book down and meandering into the kitchen for some food*
<AriaStormsinger> You do?
* AriaStormsinger looks at Rica with panicky eyes
<AriaStormsinger> Like the people in Rica's books do?
<AriaStormsinger> *Last book she saw Rica reading was a romance novel...*
* Kameko BLINKS, looking over at Rica with wide eyes
<Kameko> What..kind of books..??
<Kameko> I--nono, like..a sister. <G>
<AriaStormsinger> Oh!
* Kameko smiles, giving Rica this LOOK... like..."geeeeze!"
<AriaStormsinger> Okay then. *resumes rub with full vigor*
* Calantha looks around the church rafters.. thinking she might see a figure up there..
<AriaStormsinger> Kame, are you going to Underhill?
* Mondo_Gecko looks up as he hears the clock on the library chimming 11:00pm and then he sighs and pounces, landing on a higher beam and climbs over to the door that leans to the bell tower
* Rica blinks..then shakes her head, shrugging* Eesh .. my god, I'm gonna get blamed for her loss of innocense at this point..*winks, pulling out a soda*
* Kameko blinks, looking over at Aria
* Mondo_Gecko steps out of the tower, pulling back the sheet and climbing down the side of the church and down into the ally way below
<Kameko> Huh..? Underhill..?? Who's going to Underhill??
* Kameko looks confused
* Rica shrugs, looking out at them over her soda* No clue ..
<Kameko> And..WHY are they going? Is somethign happening again?
* Rica shrugs, lost*
<AriaStormsinger> Um, Diana found out she has a son. In Underhill.
* Mondo_Gecko walks through the ally..his hair flowing as he walks....and he stops..
* Mondo_Gecko frowns..
<Mondo_Gecko> Hello?
<AriaStormsinger> She says she had a miscarriage, but it turns out someone took the baby.
<AriaStormsinger> He's 19.
* Kameko blinkblinks... then just kinda frowns
<Kameko> So the trip to Underhill is to pay a visit to this son..?
* Calantha sighs and slips out into the night
* Kameko looks a bit lost
* Rica shrugs, sipping again* I wasn't here, don't ask me ..
<Kameko> Why would so many people goin' just to meet Diana's son? I mean, not that I wouldn't want to, but isn't it difficult to get to Underhill?
* AriaStormsinger lays her hands steadily on either shoulder.
<AriaStormsinger> Diana says he's holding someone prisoner.
<AriaStormsinger> Someone called...Kevley?
* Mondo_Gecko scowls and turns back, walking away, his boots clicking on the pavement...and he stops again..
* AriaStormsinger looks over Kame's head at Rica.
<AriaStormsinger> They need to go to rescue him. Or them... Or...
<AriaStormsinger> Or just get killed.
* Rica blinks* Ain't Kevley that elf guy.. *holds her hand a few inches above her head* Yea tall ... Keelin's brother..?
<AriaStormsinger> *shrugs*
* Kameko BLINKS
<AriaStormsinger> People were upset.
<AriaStormsinger> *thinks of Diana*
<AriaStormsinger> REALLY upset.
* Kameko puts her cheesy bread down on the table
<Kameko> Uhm...I'm going to go tell Rislyn..
* Mondo_Gecko looks back slowly....
* Kameko waddle/dashes upstairs
* AriaStormsinger watches her go
* AriaStormsinger comes and works on Rica's shoulders
* Rica blinks...* AH..ok...?
<AriaStormsinger> Who's Rislyn?
* Rica oohhs, sitting* Um..I dunno actually...haven't met her..
* A screem is heard, mixed with what sounds like a wildcat and a loud scuffle*
* Calantha looks up suddenly
* Calantha snaps her head in the direction of the scream, then runs toward it
* Mondo_Gecko pulls himself out of the furry of claws, streaked with blood and gets to his feet, running...dizzy..vertigo..
* the shape takes off down the ally after him*
<AriaStormsinger> Have you ever been to Underhill?
* Calantha runs after the noises, trying to catch a glimpse of what is going on
* Rica blinks* Ah..no .. I haven't..
* the ally is empty, several trash cans overturned though and a footprint in the mud...it's got three toes...and looks feline*
* Calantha blinks
<Calantha> .oO(What was it going after?)
* Calantha looks around, closing her eyes to try to listen for anything
<AriaStormsinger> Neither have I.
<AriaStormsinger> Tomorrow, I'm going to Brazil.
* Rica stretches a little* Oh..? Hmm, never been there either..
<AriaStormsinger> It's pretty...
* Mondo_Gecko doesn't even have a chance to screem...no chance of outrunning it... passing....out....
<AriaStormsinger> I don't remember much of it
* Rica smirks* Will you take pictures for me ..?
<AriaStormsinger> Pictures?
* Calantha leans down, sniffing at the blood..
<Calantha> O O
<Calantha> *w* oh...god...
* Rica chuckles* Like a camera..? Taking pictures of the place..you know that book on Brazil you have? The pictures in it...can you take pictures like that while you're there...?
<AriaStormsinger> ooooooooooooh
<AriaStormsinger> I could! I'll ask Tom and Pete if they have any cameras.
* Rica smirks* awesome..
* Calantha slowly stands, walking...slowly.. then picking up pace, full-on running toward the asylum
<AriaStormsinger> *annnnnnnnnnnnnnnd....?*
* Calantha can see the asylum in the distance, breathing hard, then.. the sound of something shooting through the air.. a sharp pain in her back..
<AriaStormsinger> Where HAVE you been, Rica?
* Rica looks up* Hmm..? Oh, not far .. just looking for a friend truth be told ..
* Calantha 's eyes shoot open.. she sinks to her knees, gasping.. the sound of heavy footsteps coming behind her..
<AriaStormsinger> Any particular friend?
* Rica smirks* My best friend .. she's in New York at the time...
<AriaStormsinger> That's cool. What's it like to have a best friend?
* Calantha looks down at her abdomen.. dark.. red.. wet.. she looks up behind her just in time to feel the hard sting of a baseball bat to her head
* Rica shrugs* Well, do you have a really close friend you feel like you can tell anything to ..?
* A dark figure laughs at her, his fingers running over the deep scratch marks on his face..*
<AriaStormsinger> hmm...
<AriaStormsinger> HLM?
* Kameko comes back downstairs, eyes a bit surprised
* Rica shrugs* Ah, does she tell everything to you tho..?
* AriaStormsinger pauses.
* Rica glances at Kame* Hmm?? What is it?
* Kameko comes and sits down next to the two of them again
* AriaStormsinger climbs onto the back of the couch and sits thoughtfully, listening.
<Kameko> Rislyn...she..looked like she was cryign when I left..? But...she didn't SOUND..like it. You know? She got really..angry when I said the Kevley had been captured..
* Rica blinks* Weird...what is she again? I don't know that i"ve met her..
* AriaStormsinger nods.
<Kameko> Uh, she looks..well, more like normal..but when she gets ...weird..her arms change to wing and her legs to bird legs, 'cuz she's a harpy.
* The man looks down at her, smirking: Bet you thought you'd get away with that, too.. didn't you? *he laughs, slowly raising his gun up above his head, then lowering it in a slow, smooth movement, his crooked cheshisre smile gleaming in the night as he points the gun to her head*
* Rica shakes her head* I have no clue what a harpy is but I'll take your word for it ..
<AriaStormsinger> I do! They're really ugly evil bird women who steal the food from the king's table so he starves!
* a click, a beat of silence, then several shots of air as the silencer quells the sound of the bullets*
<AriaStormsinger> I mean...aren't they?
<Kameko> Ah...harpies.. Hate me, usually eat them.. steal food because they're scavangers..sing BEAUTIFULLY..it's how they catch their "men."
* Kameko nods, looking at Aria
<Kameko> Partially. They usually ARE NOT nice..
* Rica blinks* Dang..sounds like a black widow ...
<AriaStormsinger> She sings??
* The man smiles down at her limp body, then motions for his group to scatter, leaving her there in the alley*
* AriaStormsinger goes upstairs and packs her stuff for Brazil.
* AriaStormsinger smiles and falls almost instantly asleep.
Session Close: Fri Mar 22 01:00:16 2002