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In Character Discussions / 07.25.2127 - A Boy of the Cloth
« on: November 24, 2011, 01:22:18 PM »
Harrison thought back to that night and remembered the face of the wolf he saw trailing after the wagon. Harrison never truly believed his mother fought wolves at all, but he wondered what Michael thought had happened.

"Well," he said, trying hard to sound like he thought his mother was in fact dead. "I never really believed there were any wolves, so whatever it was, it was something that didn't alarm the dogs. Perhaps even Jonah himself."

Harrison studied Michael intently to see how the thought impacted him, looking for signs that might suggest whether Michael believed Harrison's mother was dead. He hoped Michael did, so that at least something could remain private.

"What do you think, Michael? You obviously believe something already that you're trying very hard to lead me to. Just say it, you're not going to hurt me. Anything you believe I've probably already been through or imagined worse anyway." It was difficult to keep the irritation out of his tone, but he was sick of unspoken thoughts.

In Character Discussions / 07.25.2127 - A Boy of the Cloth
« on: November 24, 2011, 11:07:08 AM »
Harrison was becoming more confused, and thus frustrated by the line of questioning. What'd this have to do with where they were or what they were looking for?

"I had a dog of my own, and we had four or five guard dogs. They were old, but they kept the wolves away."

Harrison thought about the wolf he saw the night he was taken to the orphanage. He could feel his nerves beginning to fray under the weight of the events of the day. He forced it from his mind and thought about Emma.

In Character Discussions / 07.25.2127 - A Boy of the Cloth
« on: November 23, 2011, 10:10:17 PM »

I was just noticing that too... I'll work on that this weekend, see what I can do to fix it... Oddly though, it looks fine in the previews. 

"Well," Harrison said, thinking back. "Sure, there were lots of wild dogs around, but they were never a problem. We farmed mostly produce, not livestock. We had a few cows, and a goat or three, but it was mostly corn and turnips that we grew." 

Harrison honestly didn't know what Michael was getting at. 

In Character Discussions / 07.25.2127 - A Boy of the Cloth
« on: November 23, 2011, 09:20:20 PM »

Harrison frowned. What'd he know about what makes a farm "successful"? 

"I don't know," he said with a shrug. My father wasn't there very often, and what farming could a five year old and his mother take care of alone? Perhaps before he left, it may have been."

"Mother seemed to have a bit of a green thumb," he added, hinting at her gift. Harrison wonder just how much Michael did know. 

OOC: I don't recall if Harrison talked to Emma about his mother performing magic. I *think* he did not... did he?

In Character Discussions / 07.25.2127 - A Boy of the Cloth
« on: November 21, 2011, 01:22:04 PM »
Harrison scowled. Was there anything this kid hadn't heard?

"Yeah," he said dryly. "Sorry you had to go through that."

In Character Discussions / Darkening Shadows
« on: November 20, 2011, 08:38:30 PM »

By the way, does Laren know Burldak?

In Character Discussions / Darkening Shadows
« on: November 20, 2011, 04:11:34 PM »

Laren found himself a little annoyed. They guy's name is Oscar, for crying out loud. I wonder if anyone's ever asked him if it bothers him being called "Oddball"? People are jerks.

"Aye, yes, wouldn't want to turn any stomachs around here." he said sourly. This disguise was going to be more demoralizing than he'd realized. 

In Character Discussions / 07.25.2127 - A Boy of the Cloth
« on: November 20, 2011, 03:51:32 PM »
"Crime boss," Harrison repeated aloud. Again, he sighed at the seemingly insurmountable mountain of odds that were against him. With a curt shake of his head and a roll of his eyes, he decided it didn't really matter. If he lost, he'd die, end of story. If he won... well, then he'd win.

He wished this lady would hurry, the place was giving him the willies!

In Character Discussions / 07.25.2127 - A Boy of the Cloth
« on: November 17, 2011, 09:14:26 PM »

I changed the way posting looks, enabling the WYSIWYG ("What You See Is What You Get") type of form, so you can now change the color of text. Let me know if you like it better or worse, or... whatever. I have a post on E107s website to see if they can tell me how to fix it so we don't HAVE to use it. That said, there ARE some decent options within it. Anyway...

Harrison was feeling a little better about himself by the time they'd gotten to the front door. Now? He wasn't sure of anything anymore. This had to be the most disgusting feeling place he'd ever been in. 

He began feeling the familiar pangs of depression setting in. He frequently felt so bewildered, and so misguided that he almost didn't want to bother to continue. There just seemed like so much to do, so much to learn, that he wondered if it'd all be worth it in the end. 

He felt like that a lot lately, especially today. Right now, he just wanted to go to bed. 

"So what's the plan?" he asked, trying to sound interested.

In Character Discussions / 08.30.2132 - The Return Home
« on: September 29, 2011, 09:52:40 PM »
"It's like Riding a Bike"... You mean it's something you're not likely to do anytime soon? ;D

In Character Discussions / Darkening Shadows
« on: September 17, 2011, 09:40:16 PM »
Laren felt a pang of guilt that he hadn't expected. Somehow, the thought that playing the part of a beggar would earn him coin from the people who were fooled by the disguise, had never crossed his little mind. Should he go over and pick up the coin for which he had no need? Surely that kind-hearted guard could use it more than Laren could have.

Sighing, Laren decided that he'd chosen to play the part, and he couldn't break character yet. He shambled over to the coin and picked it up. He decided not to put it in his own pouch that he had buried under the layers of rank clothing, but in a separate pocket instead. Perhaps he could find a poor soul who needed it more than he did. He hoped he'd run into that guard at some point, somewhere that he could return the favor.

It was not long before his wandering brought him back to The Half Pint. Laren had seen Oscar dine here from time to time, and always felt a great swell of pity for the man, as he sat alone in the corner, surrounded by empty chairs. He now felt a swell of guilt realizing those people were now feeling pity for him, when none was really warranted.

Nothing to do for it now, he'd have to figure out how to pay it all forward sometime down the line. He busied his mind trying to figure out how he was expected to eat anything, smelling like he did.

Taking a deep breath and getting back into character, he stepped up to the door, and pushed it open.

In Character Discussions / 07.25.2127 - A Boy of the Cloth
« on: August 03, 2011, 10:09:10 PM »
Harrison wondered what it was that Michael had to say, that took him 2 years to articulate. He bet whatever it was, it'd be good.

In Character Discussions / Darkening Shadows
« on: August 03, 2011, 10:04:39 PM »
Laren looked himself over in the polished metal mirror. He was indeed an image of Oscar. "If this doesn't work, I don't know what will," Laren said more to himself than to Gurden.

He bowed graciously, and stepped down off of the small box he'd been standing on. The movement stirred the air, and Laren got the full brunt of "Double-O's" stench. His heart went out to that fellow and anyone downwind.

One step completed. I can only hope I get what I need today, so I can get out of this disguise! he thought to himself.

As the shop's door swung closed behind him, Laren realized he really didn't have much of a plan in mind. He had realized that a disguise would be a good idea, and just rushed off to get one before really thinking about what he'd do next.

It was late morning, and the streets were busy. Laren was already drawing side-long glances, followed by quickened paces from the passersby. As his cheeks gave way to a small victorious grin, he remembered who he was now. The grin stretched into the semi-intoxicated semi-demented grin only "Double-o" (and Laren) could grin!

As he stepped down off the small door step, he intentionally turned an ankle and came crashing down. He threw out an arm to stop himself, and it went splashing down in the horse trough. He stood back up jerkily, and dusted himself off.

"Oh blast," he said loudly. "I've gone and got a clean spot on me sleeve! That shall ruin my ambiance!" He laughed Oscar's wheezing laugh as the small crowd that was watching shook their heads, some in disgust.

Only one place to go, he thought, pointing his shambling course to the Half Pint. If he could fool Ol Gibble, he could fool anyone. Acting drunk is a lot easier when drunk too.

"I'd love a gold piece," He shouted to no one in particular. "But if you don't have one, a platinum will do just fine!"

If nothing else came of this day, Laren was at least going to have a good time.

In Character Discussions / Darkening Shadows
« on: July 29, 2011, 09:42:01 AM »
OOC: I was a little confused by: "Laren noted that the clothes he was wearing weren’t new by any stretch." I thought you were talking about Gurden's clothes.

Laren was no novice to disguise, but it'd be a very long time since he had to do it. He used to do it frequently, just to keep in practice and prank friends; back when life was simpler. Lately though, survival required more of Laren's other skills. He'd been relying on his fighting prowess and reflexes so much these past months, he was nervous being so encumbered. If the disguise failed, he'd have to fight, and these were not fighting clothes.

Still though, as uncomfortable as it was to wear the disguise it was much more comfortable than walking around in his own skin where someone might recognize him.

Of course they'd recognize you, he thought to himself wryly. Who could forget a handsome devil like you?!

He threw a sly wink to his reflection in the large mirror, grinning silently to himself. It was a relief to be in a different frame of mind. Already he felt invisible, and was looking excitedly forward to shuffling around the side streets without fearing the unseen.

"Your work is masterful," he said. "You've got Oscar pegged, right down to the smell of fish." The smell of invisibility, I hope. he thought.

Then a thought crossed his mind that he wished he'd thought of sooner... Gee, I hope I don't run into Oscar!

In Character Discussions / Once Home
« on: May 26, 2011, 08:33:00 PM »
LMAO:  If anyone asks, tell them I went to the library. That’ll be good for a laugh!”

Man, I'm a funny bastard.

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