You have just entered room "Storyteller chat646."
Storyteller: Okay, is everyone going to be online long enough to play now?
Jalda: Yo
Kendrick: Ah, perfect timing, all!
Jalda: more than likely
Kendrick: No worries here. :)
Storyteller: Cool. Okay. This is going to be a little confuzzing. Kendrick, you are outside the Red Dragon, speaking with
Mhyria and Tatjana. Do you remember the last reply?
Kendrick: Um... pookachi? I can check for ya, if you'd like.
Storyteller: I'm also probably going to IM each of you seperately at times.
Storyteller: Yup.
Kendrick: Ooo... crafty little ST. :)
Storyteller: You said it.
Storyteller: Crafty lil ST who can't spell worth a damn.
Jalda: no, i can't spell
Storyteller: So did you find it?
Kendrick: Okay, the last thing to go on was Kendrick talking to Tatjana. Last line: "How is everyone holding up?" He does
realize that Benny and Tomas aren't there...
Storyteller: Tatjana nods. "I'm okay." She glances at you, concerned. "How are *you* holding up?"
Kendrick: He sighs. "Oh, just fine." It's a lie worthy of a pooka, though... the events of the day are really starting to get to him.
Storyteller: She scowls at you. "Liar."
Kendrick: He smiles. "Yep. But I'm hanging in there."
Storyteller: She pulls you close and kisses you tenderly on your cheek. "You'll be ok."
Kendrick: He nods. "I know. Where are the others?" he asks, looking around for Benny and Tomas...
Storyteller: You note a fae coming toward you, a female troll. No one else notices yet. "Last I saw, Tomas was taking care of
Benny upstairs, in Leila's rooms."
Storyteller: says Mhyria.
Jalda: Jalda walks briskly towards the freehold, the events of her recent shot at a job clouding her mind. She blinks
when she sees the fae standing outside the tavern, noticing Mhyria. Quickening her pace she nearly barrels into the
Eshu, just managing to stop short and say breathlessly, "Mhyria, hey! Do you remember me? Sara? From a while back?
In Europe? We had dinner..."
Jalda: OOC: If it takes me a minute to respond, it's because i'm eating
Storyteller: Mhyria turns to you with a smile. "Of course I remember you. You were doing that photo shoot for National
Geographic. How did it go, Sara?" she asks kindly.
Jalda: OOC: at the computer
Storyteller: (Okay. Just put your OOC comments in parenthasis... Less complicated... :-)
Storyteller: Jalda. I mean. ST error.
Storyteller: No, Sara. I was right.
Storyteller: (Nevermind. Grrr...)
Kendrick: He gazes at the female troll curiously... a rarity to him, since he's only seen male trolls in his travels. In fact, she has
quite a lot of his attention at the moment...
Jalda: Jalda grins widely and blushes slightly, "Well enough, I managed to get some nice details for my motorcycle
and I payed off the debt on my apartment. It's definately a load off."
Jalda: ((Jalda's the fae name, Sara's what she goes by))
Storyteller: She smiles. "I'll bet." She gestures to the male satyr who hasn't stopped staring at her. "This is my friend Kendrick,
and his Oathmate Tatjana," she says gesturing to the female satyr standing next to him.
Jalda: "Pleasure to meet both of you," she says, juggling her warhammer (which is really a tripod) to shake their
hands.
Storyteller: Tatjana shakes her hand warmly. "Motorcycle?" she asks, perking up. Apparently, you've found a common
interest.
Kendrick: He smiles, shaking her hand in turn. "The pleasure is mine..." He hasn't realized he's staring yet... seeing a female troll is
just too exciting for him!
Storyteller: Tatjana elbows you. Not gently. :-)
Jalda: "Yeah, it's a bright yellow Yamaha. I did some chimerical additions too. Well, my nocker friend did anyway.
Some nice blades on the front for decoration," she says, smiling at Tatjana.
Storyteller: (Kendrick. Tatjana elbows Kendrick.)
Jalda: Jalda blinks at Kendrick and smiles slightly, "Never seen a female troll? We're not common in the south, I
hear."
Kendrick: He glances at Tatjana as if to say 'What?' but nods to Jalda. "I guess not. New in town?"
Storyteller: "Cool," Tatjana says, grinning. "I'll have to give ya a ride on my Harley. A chimerical speed demon lives inside of
it."
Jalda: "That'd be nice, Tatjana. And not really, Kendrick. I've been here before, I just don't live here. I'm from the
Bronx myself. Although I was raised in Pennsylvania."
Kendrick: He smiles at the troll, letting his innate charm shine through. "Really? I'd love to hear more..."
Jalda: ((Oh lord, I should have known *G*))
Storyteller: The dragon slinks it's head forward until he is inches from Sara's face. His snout alone is half the size of her entire
body - which is impressive as she is a troll. He takes a long sniff of her, trying to decide if she means harm to the freehold...
Kendrick: (LOL!)
Storyteller: Tatjana scowls at Kendrick.
Jalda: Jalda blinks and takes an involuntary step backward before bowing low to the dragon. "Forgive me for not
introducing myself formally, I'm Jalda of the Wood. I mean no harm to your freehold. "
Kendrick: Kendrick glances at Tatjana, catching that gleam in her eye. "Perhaps all of us could talk over drinks?"
Jalda: Jalda blinks at Kendrick and Tatjana, not understanding what's going on. "Drinks would be nice..."
Storyteller: He blows hot and yet sweet, Glamour-scented air at you. "Enter and be welcome, but bring no violence within," he
warns, his voice deep and rumbling as thunder.
Storyteller: Tatjana sniffs at Kendrick and heads into the freehold.
Jalda: Jalda leans over to whisper to the other three, "Should I leave Oak Reaver outside?"
Storyteller: Mhyria shakes her head. "You may bring in your weapon. Just do not use it."
Jalda: Jalda nods happily and follows Tatjana inside.
Storyteller: Mhyria gestures to the door. "Go on, Kendrick," she says with a smile.
Kendrick: Kendrick follows the two women inside, inwardly wondering how the hell he's going to perform such a tricky
balancing act...
Jalda: ((Okay, A-1 is good on everything. Even tortillinis))
Storyteller: (Yuckies!!)
Kendrick: (LOL!)
Storyteller: Somehow Leila is already inside at her usual place at the bar. She looks up at you all and smiles brightly. "What
can I get for you?"
Jalda: "Uhm, a glass of wine please. Sweet wine if you've got it...?" Her voice seems more timid than before, as if
she doesn't like making orders.
Storyteller: She nods. "Of course." She pours you a glass of violet wine. Tatjana requests whiskey on the rocks, Mhyria just
water.
Kendrick: Kendrick smiles at Leila and says, "The usual, with a bit of kick in it. I could use it..."
Jalda: Smiling Jalda takes the glass and thanks Leila before wandering to a corner booth and setting down quietly,
leaning Oak Reaver against the wall.
Storyteller: She pours your usual with a grin. The glass glows faintly, momentarily, and she hands it to you. "There ya go."
Mhyria nods to you, standing outside the booth. "It was a pleasure to meet you again, Sara, but I need to go check on a friend of
mine. Perhaps I will see you again before you leave...?'
Jalda: Jalda nods happily as she gulps down the bit of wine she was drinking before saying, "Of course! Be well
Mhyria!"
Kendrick: Kendrick heads over to the booth with his drink, sitting across from Jalda and leaving room next to him for Tatjana...
who he smiles lovingly at.
Storyteller: Mhyria disappears into a secret door on one side of the tavern with a nod to Kendrick. She's going to check on
Benny. Tatjana slides into the booth next to Kendrick. "Maybe I should go with her," she says almost as an afterthought, glancing at
Kendrikc.,
Jalda: Jalda removes her jacket and crumples it on the floor next to Oak Reaver. She's currently wearing a white
tank-top cut off at the belly button, jeans held up with a studded leather belt and black iron-shod boots. Her camera
hangs ever ready around her neck. Her golden eyes glow in the firelight and her glasses set oddly on her face. They're
definately out of place on a troll. She watches the proceedings silently as she sip
Jalda: s her wine
Jalda: .
Jalda: ((that's annoying))
Kendrick: Kendrick glances at Tatjana with concern. "Why?" His eyes catch the motion across from him, and he does a quick
double-take at Jalda... then turns his attention back to Tatjana. "I thought we could talk together, get to know one another..."
Storyteller: She shrugs. "If the two of you would rather be alone..."
Jalda: Jalda frowns at this statement and gives both of them a confused look.
Kendrick: Kendrick sighs. He looks tired, but tries not to let it show too much. "If you really want to leave, you can... but I'd like
to have you stay."
Storyteller: She wavers on her decision, but finally relents. "Ok. I'll stay."
Jalda: Jalda rolls her eyes at the satyrs' antics and looks around the room, hunting for something photogenic.
Kendrick: He smiles brightly and angles himself in the corner of his side of the booth, to look at both Tatjana and Jalda easily.
"Now, where were we?"
Storyteller: "Getting to know one another," Tatjana says with a smile.
Jalda: "What do you think of that nocker? Wouldn't he make a great poster? I mean in his mortal seeming..."
Kendrick: He glances at Jalda, and it's his turn to be confused. He follows her gaze and says, "I suppose..."
Storyteller: Tatjana glances over. "Oh. Yeah, but I doubt you could get him to pose. He's an unfriendly one, as nockers go.
How do you know Mhyria?" she asks curiously.
Jalda: Jalda's eyes cloud over as she emmerses herself in her business, working with her camera to check certain
angles of different fae. Her mind is only half on the conversation at hand and she says slowly, "I met her in.. Europe on
a.. Oh look at that pose! God this is great *snaps a shot*.. National Geographic shoot. We had... *snaps another few*
dinner."
Storyteller: "Oh. What a coincidence. Mhyria does get around though," she says - and Kendrick can hear a tad bit of envy in
her voice.
Jalda: "You should become a photographer if that's what you're into," Jalda says, fiddling with her camera's lense a
bit. Her glasses slide down to the tip of her nose as she works fully revealing her golden eyes."
Storyteller: She laughs softly. "I can't photograph. My specialty is dance."
Kendrick: He glances at Tatjana, then says to Jalda, "Europe, huh? Never been... my travels have been restricted mostly to
Concordia and parts of the Dreaming..."
Jalda: "Everyone can photograph, you just hold the camera up to a subject until you see a flash of their true soul,
then you click the button. Here, try," she says, holding the camera to Tatjana. "Europe is grand, but I like Australia
myself."
Kendrick: "Australia," he echoes. "You do get around, don'tcha?"
Storyteller: She shakes her head. "No... It looks expensive. I'd probably break it - I'm not good with fragile things."
Kendrick: Kendrick can't help but smile at that... she's good at so many other things...
Jalda: Jalda shrugs and mutters something about dragons stepping on her camera and not breaking it before
replacing it around her neck, "I get around because of my job. I just don't stay in any one place long."
Storyteller: "It sounds wonderfully exciting," she says, a tad wistfully.
Kendrick: Kendrick nods. "Yeah... I've always wondered what it'd be like in other places. I like to travel, but I haven't really
acted on it too much recently, unless you count our quest."
Jalda: "Well, that time with the sharks off Madagascar was interesting. I'm definately not a water person. Too tall,
you know," Jalda's voice trails off as she sinks more comfortably into the booth, the wine glass in her hand.
Jalda: "Quest?" Jalda says, semi-interested.
Jalda: ((cold...))
Storyteller: "I'd love to hear some of your stories sometime. It sounds fascinating!" Tatjana says enthusiastically.
Jalda: "I don't have stories, I have things to mention. Now, that Oath Circle of Hope, or whatever it's called, should
definately have some stories. I'd love to meet them. I could probably work out a nice article from that sort of thing.
Something for Realms of Fantasy, maybe..."
Storyteller: Tatjana grins at Kendrick. "I don't know that the 'Oath Circle of Hope' would want that much fame.."
Kendrick: Kendrick glances at Tatjana, a smile on his face. "I dunno... might be good publicity!"
Storyteller: "True... but it might make their quest more difficult..."
Jalda: "No, but the whole concept of their quest, to find King David I think, would make a nice story... Although I'm
not good at fanciful writting, I'm more journalistic..."
Jalda: "But then, Hemmingway was a best seller..."
Jalda: ((Brb, gotta go do something real fast. just a sec. won't get offline or nothing))
Kendrick: Kendrick's smile is now a grin. He's having a hard time keeping quiet for some reason...
Storyteller: (Okay.)
Storyteller: Tatjana's grin is just as big and it's pretty obvious she's trying not to giggle.
Jalda: ((back))
Storyteller: Tatjana glances at Kendrick. "Should we tell her?"
Jalda: Jalda sips her wine and doesn't notice their suppressed giddiness. SHe's apparently totally absorbed in her
own thoughts.
Kendrick: Kendrick glances back at Tatjana. "Do you want to, or should I?"
Storyteller: She nods. "Go ahead."
Jalda: ((*kills rob for Kym*))
Kendrick: He turns to Jalda with a smile. "We're a part of the Oathcircle. The one searching for High King David. Hope's
Circle."
Jalda: Jalda blinks and chokes on her wine, setting the glass down and sputtering before saying, "What?"
Storyteller: Tatjana nods, her grin widening even more. "Yup. So is Mhyria."
Kendrick: Kendrick just nods proudly.
Jalda: Jalda blushes deeply and covers her face with a large blue hand, "I feel stupid."
Storyteller: Tatjana frowns and takes her hand. "Don't. Not many people know us by face. Only by reputation."
Jalda: Jalda takes another, long gulp of wine and sets up straighter. "Right..."
Storyteller: Tatjana frowns. "Though... we're kinda stuck. We've got the High King... sorta." Tatjana glances at you, alarmed.
"Speaking of which... where'd he go?"
Kendrick: He glances at her. "What do you mean? I never had him..."
Jalda: Jalda's eyes go wide and she says, "You what?"
Storyteller: "Neither did I. Mhyria was supposed to keep an eye on him."
Kendrick: "But he wasn't with Mhyria..."
Storyteller: "Or Michal. Or Aria. Maybe he's with Tomas and Benny."
Jalda: Jalda looks more and more confused as she follows the conversation with jerking head movments towards
each of you. "WHAT'S GOING ON!"
Jalda: She clamps a hand over her mouth and sinks low into the booth, hoping nobody else noticed.
Jalda: Her glasses fall off in the process.
Storyteller: Tatjana turns to her with an apologetic smile. "We found the High King's mortal host. But he isn't exactly in
residence."
Kendrick: "Maybe." He glances at Jalda. "Um, we sorta found the High King... but he's not himself..."
Kendrick: (Damned ST. Stop stealing my lines! :))
Storyteller: (*g* Make those fingers work then, damn it!)
Jalda: "What do you mean 'his mortal host'? Why's he not himself? Why haven't you said anything to anyone?"
Jalda: ((he's a slow typer))
Storyteller: (Riiiiight. Not to my knowledge.)
Kendrick: He puts a finger over her lips to quiet her. "Hush! We don't want to cause a scene!"
Storyteller: "Apparently, the inherent Banality of his kidnappers has banished the High King from Joe's body..." she says with a
shudder, remembering well the touch of the Autumn People...
Jalda: Jalda scrunches up her face, leaps out of the booth, rushes out side and screams loudly at the top of her lungs.
Now calm, she returns to the booth and sets down.
Storyteller: The dragon gives you an odd glance.
Kendrick: Kendrick watches her leave and return. "Better now?"
Jalda: "Yes, but not really," she says quietly.
Jalda: She searches for her glasses and picks them up, the frames bent slightly.
Storyteller: She sighs. "We don't know what to do now. Apparently, we have to go find this Cup of the Dreaming or some
such thing... but we've no clue where or what it is."
Kendrick: "And now we've misplaced Joe," he says, looking around the Red Dragon...
Storyteller: He's nowhere to be seen.
Kendrick: He takes this as a good moment to slam back that drink. He needs it, badly. :)
Jalda: Jalda bends her glasses back into shape and looks up as the cup is mentioned, "Cup of the Dreaming? I hear it's in the
Isle of the MIghty. Lots of luck to you there, though. They don't like outsiders, from what I understand."
Storyteller: You (K) get a rather large dose of Glamour from the drink. It gives you quite a buzz!
Storyteller: "Isle of the Mighty?" Tatjana asks, her interest perked. She might be able to travel after all!
Kendrick: Kendrick slams the glass back down on the table, blinking once. "Wow." He glances at Jalda curiously. "Where's
that?"
Jalda: "Sure, I heard it on a shoot I had to do in Ireland. I stayed inside most of the time, unless on the job. I apparently wasn't
well liked there," she says, replacing her glasses on her face. "I think it had soemthing to do with that old tree Oak Reaver smashed...
You don't know where the Isle of the MIghty is? My, you are sheltered. It's the British Isles."
Storyteller: Tatjana nods. "I've always wanted to go there. You are right, though. I've heard they don't much like us
Concordians..."
Kendrick: He frowns at that. "Why not?"
Jalda: "Who knows? I certainly don't. And I'm not particularly inclined to find out, either. I like my skin intact."
Storyteller: Tatjana grins at her, then glances at Kendrick. "You know, Aria and Benny probably aren't going to be able to
come with us. Tomas won't want to leave Aria's side here while the civil war is going on and Mhyria we need for her knowledge. So
that just leaves her, you and I. I don't think the three of us can do this alone."
Kendrick: He thinks about that. "Are you suggesting what I think you're suggesting?"
Jalda: "How are you going to get there, even if you can handle it?"
Jalda: Jalda doesn't even notice their scheming.
Storyteller: She nods. "I've heard of fae joining current Oathcircles before... but we'd have to ask the Duchess... and talk it
over with out Oathcircle."
Kendrick: He smiles at Jalda. "Knowing Mhyria, she has ways." He nods to Tatjana. "Sounds good to me."
Jalda: Jalda frowns and looks at the two of them. "Oh no, no, no no, definately not."
Storyteller: Tatjana rises. "I'll go talk to Mhyria. You and Jalda go look for Joe."
Jalda: "I may be blue, but I'm not stupid," she says, as if the two have any connection.
Kendrick: He nods, then pulls Tatjana close for a passionate kiss. He pulls back a little and says, "Don't take too long, love." He
smiles at Jalda. "Let's go!"
Storyteller: Tatjana vanishes through the door after kissing Kendrick back. That leaves just the two of you.
Jalda: Jalda glares at Kendrick and pics up her things, swinging Oak Reaver over her shoulder. "Okay, lead on satyr-sabi."
Kendrick: He rises and walks to the door, opening it wide for her. "After you," he says with a charming smile.
Jalda: Jalda mutters to herself and exits before him.
Kendrick: He follows her out, ever the gentleman, and looks around the street for Joe...
Storyteller: Nowhere. The sounds of battle still sound in the distance, though. It'd be bad if he got near the battle. Very bad.
Jalda: Jalda frowns and readies Oak Reaver, "Battle..."
Kendrick: He nods. "Been there, done that. But if Joe is over there..."
Jalda: "Who's Joe?"
Storyteller: The streets are uncannily deserted, except for the occasional police cruiser headed down the street, sirens
screaming - headed for the riots.
Kendrick: "Our not-quite-himself High King," he says, glancing at her.
Jalda: Jalda sighs, "Come on then." She begins jogging towards the battle sounds.
Kendrick: He nods, running after her. He really hopes he's wrong about where Joe went...
Storyteller: Soon enough, you see the battle. Police are everywhere, pulling apart rioting teenagers defending an abandoned
warehouse. Mundanely, of course.
Jalda: Jalda wavers. Should she attack the police, or not?:"
Kendrick: He looks around and curses, really hoping a certain cop isn't among them. He searches for Joe...
Kendrick: "Hang back. Don't fight unless we have no choice..."
Storyteller: You (K) don't see him at all.
Jalda: Jalda looks around and spys a scruffy looking man, she catches Kendrick's eye and points towards him.
Jalda: "Is that him?"
Storyteller: It's Joe.
Storyteller: (Ack!)
Jalda: ((?))
Kendrick: He turns in that direction and smiles. "Joe!" he calls out! "That's our man," he says to her...
Storyteller: (I meant to put that in Kendrick's IM. Grrr.)
Kendrick: (LOL! Oh well.)
Jalda: Jalda runs towards him, her long legs covering the distance in no time. She grabs the man's shoulder and shoves him
behind her, "Never fear my Lord, I shall protect thee!" Oak Reaver comes up in a guarding stance, glowing omminously.
Kendrick: He catches up to them and says to Joe, "C'mon, time to be elsewhere." He heads back to the Red Dragon...
Storyteller: Joe doesn't hear... but you see two fae approach him. Both are dressed in ripped black jeans and one wears a
t-shirt. The other wears a long sleeve black shirt.
Storyteller: (Okay, both of you cancel your replies.)
Storyteller: (NOW go ahead and reply.)
Kendrick: (OKay...)
Jalda: (bah)
Jalda: Jalda frowns and runs towards the fae and the king, stepping between them (hopefully) before bringing Oak Reaver up in
a guarding stance, "Who are you?"
Storyteller: One of them shrugs. "What's it to you," the female whispers rudely.
Kendrick: He draws Revelry and says warningly, "Answer her."
Jalda: "Stand away from my ward, here, or I'll have to get rough," she says, the words solidifying her mental oath.
Jalda: ((don'tcha just love when the troll comes out?))
Storyteller: The other, a male redcap grins. "That sword looks yummy." The female sluagh grins. "We wuz just wonderin' what
a nice young human guy like that is starin' at the palace so hard for..." she whispers slyly. Do they suspect who he is?
Jalda: "He's demented, dumb ass," Jalda snaps, her eyes glowing madly.
Storyteller: "He doesn't look crazy to me..." the redcap returns.
Kendrick: Kendrick smiles. "Looks can be deceiving."
Jalda: "Look any harder and your teeth will be a nice addition to my belt, fuck-face," she replies.
Jalda: ((I love people rom the north, they have a reason to be pissy. esspecially females))
Storyteller: The redcap growls at you. "That's not nice..." he says, snapping his teeth closed. "Why don't you introduce us to
yer friend..." the sluagh whispers, sidling between Jalda and Joe...
Jalda: Jalda grabs the sluagh, shoving her back into her Redcap buddy. "I said keep away. Or are you deaf as well as dumb?"
Kendrick: Kendrick puts himself at Joe's side and says to him softly, "Keep by me at all costs. Your life may depend on it."
Storyteller: Kendrick, you feel a tap on your shoulder from the butt of a police nightstick. "What's going on here?" An all-too
familiar voice...
Jalda: ((Oh no...))
Storyteller: (Yup yup. One thing about me. I'm a bitch. *g*)
Kendrick: He freezes... and turns ever so slowly...
Jalda: "Nothing, officer. They're trying to get too close to our friend here. He's not too bright, if you know what I mean, sir."
Jalda: ((damn, slow connection all of a sudden))
Storyteller: And you see the visage that has haunted your dreams. He's grown older, his hair greying a bit at the sides... but he
still inspires that stomach-wrenching terror in your gut.
Storyteller: He stares at you in shock.
Jalda: ((afk again, real fast))
Kendrick: He stares back, but not in shock. Pure hatred fills his eyes. "Father," he says softly...
Storyteller: "Kyle. What are you doing here?" he asks gruffly... but you can see the sudden grief and sorrow that overcomes
him.
Kendrick: (Ditto here. Phone call.)
Jalda: Jalda rolls her eyes in amazement at the irony of the events transpiring before returning her attention to the two
unwelomce fae.
Storyteller: (Ok.) The two fae are slinking away...
Jalda: Jalda growls and makes sure Kendrick's still got Joe.
Jalda: (("Funk sould brother, right about now, Funk soul brother, Check it out now))
Storyteller: Joe is sticking close to Kendrick, but not really paying attention. He is still staring at the palace, trying to
remember... something. But he's not sure what.
Storyteller: (Good song.)
Jalda: Jalda nods to herself and silently follows the two fae, hoping to get them alone in an alley so she can question their
actions.
Jalda: ((very))
Storyteller: Lucky you, they head for an alley... and vanish inside of it.
Storyteller: (Now we'll take this to indiviual IM's for a bit...)
Storyteller: Jarla, you find Kendrick and Joe still were they are, Kendrick speaking to the cop.
Jalda: Jalda siddles close to Joe, a wary eye on all passersby as she waits for Kendrick to finish...
Storyteller: Joe glances at you. "Who are you?"
Kendrick: "Don't bother," he says to the cop. "I found the guy who did it. I dealt with it myself." He clenches his teeth and
growls, "If you hadn't been such an ass, maybe none of this would have happened. Mom would still be alive... and I wouldn't hate
you down to the core."
Jalda: "Uh, I'm Sara Danielles, sir."
Storyteller: He turns to you, deep, deep pain and grief in his now tear-streaked eyes. "Her death is not my fault, Kyle. I drove
her away, true, but I didn't kill her. I didn't kill her..." he sobs, stumbling off.
Storyteller: He holds out his hand with a smile. "It's nice to meet you, Sara," he says.
Kendrick: He turns away, fighting to keep his own tears from spilling down his face. "Let's go." He heads off toward the Red
Dragon.
Jalda: "Pleasure's mine, to be sure," she says, taking his hand and shaking it.
Jalda: "Uh oh, come on," she says, making sure to keep pace with Joe as they follow Kendrick.
Storyteller: Joe squeezes your hand lightly and quietly follows Kyle. "Some pretty good street theatre they were doing back
there..." he murmurs.
Jalda: "Street theatre?"
Storyteller: He nods. "The way they pretended to have weapons... Very convincing..."
Jalda: "Ah... Yes, highly effective psychological warfare, I think," she said, grimacing inwardly.
Kendrick: Kendrick takes slow, deep breaths, fighting hard to keep all the emotions of the day in check, but it's a battle he's
starting to lose. Too much has been going on in too short a time for him...
Storyteller: He nods. "They should really start a company. Even those who acted like they were dying were incredible actors,"
he comments innocently.
Storyteller: (But now I have to go to class. I'll be on aol later tonight and we'll see if we can make that work somehow, since I
can't chat with AIM names, just IM. I'll be online around 8:30. See ya'll then.)
Jalda: "Yes, very good. I wonder if they've ever been told that they were magnificent," she replies, trying very hard not to slap
Joe. It's so hard to put up with people who should know what's going on.
Jalda: I won't be on, but bye
Storyteller: TTYL!
Kendrick: Later!