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Post by "Rogue" Annie Amina Cross on Mar 6, 2010 18:07:03 GMT -5
Rogue sat at the cafe across the street from the place where Raven held as his base. She sipped a foul tasting coffee, a small notebook in front of her and pen in her other hand, writing down notes as she watched the building. Curiosity was getting the better of her and it probably was not a smart thing to do to sit in front of the building where a man inside wanted Doc for some unknown reason. From what little she gathered from Doc was he was unpleasant to be around.
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Post by Matthew Hanson on Mar 7, 2010 3:55:12 GMT -5
Matthew winced as he sipped his coffee. "Lousy," he muttered under his breathe looking for a seat. He noticed the young woman in one of the boothes with a note pad out. Researcher? He hoped so, he felt a little out of place since arirving. "Um, excuse me?" He asked, walking up to her. "Do you mind if I , er, sit here? If you aren't wiating for anyone, that is?"
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Post by "Rogue" Annie Amina Cross on Mar 7, 2010 3:59:47 GMT -5
Rogue turned her head to the man who spoke, surprised that anyone had come over. Part of her expected it to be Doc but glad that it wasn't. She waved her hand to the seat across from herself. "I am not waiting for anyone." The place was full already and the notes on her pad were not obvious as to what they really were so she felt no danger in letting him sit.
She could sense something was different with him. He smelt faintly like a were. Gifted probably.
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Post by Matthew Hanson on Mar 7, 2010 4:03:30 GMT -5
"Thanks," he said, putting the coffee on the table and his book bag beside him. "Uh, not trying to be nosey, but, um... research?" he gestured at the notepad. "What, exactly? Um, history, mythology...?" She smelled... different. the tiger in him was acting cautious. Not a good sign. She smelt of death.
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Post by "Rogue" Annie Amina Cross on Mar 7, 2010 4:06:50 GMT -5
"Have you ever looked at a place and wondered how to get in undetected?" she asked, mind grasping at an idea quickly. "It's a habit. When I see a place heavily guarded with timed guards I wonder two things, whose inside and how would I be able to get in. Some people play sudoku, I figure out people." Half lies, half truths.
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Post by Matthew Hanson on Mar 7, 2010 4:12:17 GMT -5
"Ah," he said nodding. "Curiosity. You know, it supposedly killed the cat, right?" Of course, he was still around, but maybe he was the exception to the rule.
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Post by "Rogue" Annie Amina Cross on Mar 7, 2010 4:14:47 GMT -5
"They do say that don't they?" she replied, picking up the cup and taking a drink. "And what are you up to? I take it that it is another form of research?" She raised an eyebrow at the gentleman.
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Post by Matthew Hanson on Mar 7, 2010 4:20:01 GMT -5
"Uh, kind of," he admitted, pulling one of his books out and placiing it on the table. The tome was old, the pages within weathered and torn, the leater binding looked like it had taken a beating. "I'm a doctor, actually, in mythology, parapsychology and the occult. I'd heard LA and the surrounds had some, er, particularly interesting stories and thought I'd come and take a look see," not an entire lie, just not the whole truth.
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Post by "Rogue" Annie Amina Cross on Mar 7, 2010 4:24:52 GMT -5
"So you record stories?" It was more a statement than a question. She leaned back, crossing her legs, glancing back at the guards who wondered in and out of the building. Some of which were dressed in normal clothes, and could have passed for normal people but clearly some of them were acting and some were possibly acting too well for her to tell the difference. "And what kind of stories do you record? Real or what the world views as real?"
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Post by Matthew Hanson on Mar 7, 2010 4:39:55 GMT -5
"That would depend on what i can find," he groused, adding mentally 'And what I'm allowed to reveal'. "It's mostly myths and legends, though some of the stroies out of Sunnydale... probably wouldn't interest you," he added lamely. It was true. Sometimes he felt alone in his field, evewn the grants from the Council didn't help much.
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Post by "Rogue" Annie Amina Cross on Mar 7, 2010 4:46:33 GMT -5
"Sunnydale?" Yeah, he was definitely a paranormal. If there was any doubt now. "The town that blew up?" The Hellmouth. At least one of them. That one was closed for now but they never did stay closed. Not many people mentioned Sunnydale, just outside of the creator was a memorial for those who had died, which was not very many, most had left for various reasons. A small grin graced her lips, much like a cat playing with a mouse but she hid it behind another sip of coffee.
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Post by Matthew Hanson on Mar 7, 2010 4:54:10 GMT -5
"Well, imploded and collapsed in on itself would be, uh, more accurate," he said with a chuckle. "Tectonic shifts, earthquakes not felt around LA... Bullshit, but no one believes the crackpots, right?" he traced the edge of the old tome before opening it gently. Within were glphs, symbols and letters that almost seemed to dance across the page. "I bought this from a barman who claimed to have worked in Sunnydale. Said he found it in the back storeroom of his bar. I'm not sure if he's telling the truth, but it's definately legitimate," one of the few tomes he had the Council didn't know about. some of the things in here, they'd freak, but this was his compass to find his next projects. And it had never failed him before.
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Post by "Rogue" Annie Amina Cross on Mar 7, 2010 5:08:12 GMT -5
"And how do you know he wasn't crazy or lying?" Freigning innocence for now seemed to give her a temporary source of amusement.
Her thoughts turned back to the building. The idea that some of the people she deemed as civilians could possibly be enemies. Uncrossing her legs she wrote a note down on her pad, vague and almost illegible. She had to be careful in case when she went home that Doc might see it. Nothing specific was written on the page, mostly tally marks with a side marking the hour increment. Towards the bottom she drew a small horse. Decoy. The warning for the ones that looked like civies.
"For all you know the guy who gave it to you could have been a scam artist. Hope you didn't pay for it."
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Post by Matthew Hanson on Mar 8, 2010 2:32:33 GMT -5
"Well, i considered that," he admitted. "Til it led me to an old burial ground that hinted towards apocalyptic prophecy. Twice," not mention the small hints on where the Gift came from. Those were most interesting.
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Post by "Rogue" Annie Amina Cross on Mar 8, 2010 2:48:01 GMT -5
"Really? Now that sounds interesting," she replied watching him with mild interest. And which prophecies were these?"
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