Back again! I must be ill!
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sparkindarknessFor a Generation Gap update... no wait, that was yesterday, this is a Light & Dark Mage update. *thwaps muses* can we stay on one bloody fic for five minutes here guys?! I'm getting names mixed up. I've had Darren tortured by vampires, Ethan negotiating with sidhe and Rick shagging just about everyone, including Radoslav and Gongorrath (don't ask. really.)
anyway mage update. The first half of this, like all my fic, can be found through my memories. Now excuse me, I'm going to get drunk.
(as ever, though I have created the characters - well they're from an old game anyway, the setting and world is White Wolf's).
Emrys turned off the last of the hideously complicated machines. The amount of complex technology you needed to make coffee was astounding. It was well past late, even for the coffee shop. The only people left in were two men sat in front of an incredibly expensive lap top. Both wearing black, one in an ankle length leather long coat over an expensive black shirt and jeans. Even his eyes were covered with sunglasses, he had long hair, nearly shoulder length, and seemed to be scowling angrily at something. The man next to him was shorter, and wore a t-shirt with Che Guevara plastered on the front surrounded by calls for anarchy and freedom. His jeans were more faded and baggy than stylish, his hair was short and gelled into spikes across his head. He was rapping across the keys of the computer at eye blurring speed, face fixed in concentration. They’d been nursing their coffee for hours, hardly the most profitable customers, and the few words Emrys had managed to overhear (his slightly pointed ears were amazingly sharp, especially with a little mystical assistance) gave the impression of them being on the extreme side of the progressive movement. He looked towards Janos, who shrugged and kept a wary eye on the pair. Janos wouldn’t care over much about the extremists, he always says we need all the help we can get, even the loonies. Trouble with the lunatics is they tend not to care about who gets caught in the cross fire, or to care too much for their moderate brethren.
They’d been in several days though. Ninth night running, actually. Chances are they weren’t going to cause too much trouble, and if they did, Emrys kept his athame close at hand. He think he could handle two would be anarchists.
Far more worrying was Nik. The Ecstatic mage had been missing for nearly two weeks now. Alright, it wasn't that unusual for his, he was hardly the most reliable person in the world. It wasn't even the first time he had disappeared for weeks on end. But he was incredibly reckless, he dabbled in far too many narcotics and would involve himself in any gang or operation going, regardless of the danger. Actually the more dangerous it was the more likely he would be to seek it out. He even revelled in pain, often putting himself near death just to see what it’d feel like. No, it was past time they started looking for him, even if it would piss him off massively.
“Janos.” He called the Dreamspeaker over. “After this lot clears out, I think we should look for Nik.”
“The Ecstatic’s like mist at midnight, but I’ll try.” Well, Nik was good at hiding, you had to give him that, must be all the playing with vampires. You learn to hide or become snack food.
We both turned to stare, not very subtly at the anarchists. Some people just can't take a hint. They're like this every night, don’t leave until we come close to bodily dragging them out the door. Sorry, but even us mages need sleep some time.
The door bangs open, so hard the top windowpane cracks. Everyone turns to glare at the door; the figure in leather actually rising to his feet, one hand darting under his coat. Nik staggers into the room, listing drunkenly from side to side. Emrys and Janos both fix him with glares that he ignores completely, grinning lop-sidedly.
“Something big going down, guys. Sistech Shipping company’s got something real bad happening. Several real bad things happening.”
Emrys had little good to say about the company. Being a shopping company it had the opportunity to pursue or support the worst abuses around the world in all fields. With their ever increasing greed for profit they never missed an opportunity to add to the burdens of the world. Janos looked equally unhappy. Sistech had done as much damage to native communities and human rights as it had to the environment.
“The snake is always looking for new prey. There’s little we can do about it, they armour themselves extremely well.”
“Don’t tell me you've actually found a hole through all the lawyers and media blackout?”
The Ecstatic tottered up to the bar, completely ignoring the remaining customers. “Don’t forget the security guards, bribed politicians and corrupt police.” He slumped down on one of the stools near the coffee counter. “Any coffee?”
“No, we’re out. It’s late after all.” As predicted, the two anarchists didn’t take the hint. At least they were paying attention to them... if that was a good thing anyway? Janos had noticed as well, his wary eye had never shifted. Paranoid? Nah, just experienced.
“Perhaps we should discuss this when the shop is locked up. In ten minutes.” Ok, that kind of went beyond a hint. Sometimes subtlety doesn't work and you've got to reach for the sledgehammer, right?
The computer hacker finally seemed to get to at least, “Alright, we get it. We’re going.”
“Just as soon as we hear about Sistech. If you’ve found a weakness, maybe we can bring them down.” The leather freak was either dangerous, or melodramatic. Probably both.
Nik had already opening his mouth to tell all. How anyone who had seen or done as much as him could be so naive is a mystery. Probably because no matter how bad things went he considered it to be a good result. Emrys stopped him quickly.
“Perhaps... more likely it’ll just make us a prominent and powerful enemy. Now, we’re closing about now, if you wouldn’t mind?”
The guy in leather did stand. But, he also brought his hand out of his coat - with a long, elegant knife held in it. “How about you give that information to people brave enough to do something about it. Trust me, we’ve got resources you don’t.”
Emrys had to smile. These guys had more resources? Janos was less amused, being held at knife point generally pissed him off really quickly, he’d seen too many people stabbed to tolerate it. He pulled a long wand of rowan wood and bone, decked in runes and beads from his back pocket, levelling it at the knife wielder setting the chains around it rattling. Emrys shuddered as he felt reality twist...
The man had a few seconds to look confused behind his shaded glasses before yelling in pain. He dropped the knife, hugging his hand, now swelling in raw blisters. Emrys didn’t stand still, putting one hand on the counter, he vaulted over it, hand coming up with his athame brandished. He landed on the floor lightly, ready to pounce. His feet sank into the floor like quicksand! He tried to pull himself free, but the solid wooden floor had turned into a thick sucking mire that pulled him deeper. He growled in frustration as the floor began to set again, solidifying with him trapped. The computer anarchist tapped frantically at his lap top, grinning at the sinking Emrys.
He grinned far too soon, as a blur struck him like the wind. Emrys grimaced as time itself seemed to warp, Nik moved through the morphed time field, moving at incredible speed. So did his feet and hands as they hit the hacker in several painful places in quick succession.
Emrys tried to spin as he heard a cry behind him. He felt reality flow and chance bent to a new path. Janos had followed him over the counter, but somehow managed to trip himself over one of the chairs, falling into an amazingly tangled ball on the floor, his wand flew from his grasp and bounced out of his reach. The man in the leather started to walk towards the prone Dreamspeaker, one fist clenched. Emrys’ eyes narrowed, he thrust his athame towards the man, willing the sacred power of life, the Goddess’ greatest gift to turn against the man.
His sunglasses clattered to the floor, he doubled over and collapsed, a sick, gurgling sound coming from his mouth, followed quickly by a thin stream of blood. Lesions and welts rose on his skin. His clenched hand convulsed, two dice rolling from his grip.
“WHOA! Time people! Time!” Nik stepped into the middle of the floor, arms held out. “Before someone gets killed, right?”
The hacker, bruised and obviously in pain, nodded from the floor. “Yeah. We give, uncle, OK?!”
Janos nodded, a little grudgingly as he freed himself from the furniture. Emrys wasn’t really sure about it himself, still being waist deep in the floor and everything, but nodded. Nik grinned.
“Great, pax. Let’s talk... um, if that guy can?”
Emrys shrugged. “He’ll live. Probably.”
“I’ll live.” The man had pulled himself into a half lotus position, his breath was rhythmic and precise. Some tantric exercise or something.
Nik, pulled up a seat. “Ok, let’s talk about this.”
anyway mage update. The first half of this, like all my fic, can be found through my memories. Now excuse me, I'm going to get drunk.
(as ever, though I have created the characters - well they're from an old game anyway, the setting and world is White Wolf's).
Emrys turned off the last of the hideously complicated machines. The amount of complex technology you needed to make coffee was astounding. It was well past late, even for the coffee shop. The only people left in were two men sat in front of an incredibly expensive lap top. Both wearing black, one in an ankle length leather long coat over an expensive black shirt and jeans. Even his eyes were covered with sunglasses, he had long hair, nearly shoulder length, and seemed to be scowling angrily at something. The man next to him was shorter, and wore a t-shirt with Che Guevara plastered on the front surrounded by calls for anarchy and freedom. His jeans were more faded and baggy than stylish, his hair was short and gelled into spikes across his head. He was rapping across the keys of the computer at eye blurring speed, face fixed in concentration. They’d been nursing their coffee for hours, hardly the most profitable customers, and the few words Emrys had managed to overhear (his slightly pointed ears were amazingly sharp, especially with a little mystical assistance) gave the impression of them being on the extreme side of the progressive movement. He looked towards Janos, who shrugged and kept a wary eye on the pair. Janos wouldn’t care over much about the extremists, he always says we need all the help we can get, even the loonies. Trouble with the lunatics is they tend not to care about who gets caught in the cross fire, or to care too much for their moderate brethren.
They’d been in several days though. Ninth night running, actually. Chances are they weren’t going to cause too much trouble, and if they did, Emrys kept his athame close at hand. He think he could handle two would be anarchists.
Far more worrying was Nik. The Ecstatic mage had been missing for nearly two weeks now. Alright, it wasn't that unusual for his, he was hardly the most reliable person in the world. It wasn't even the first time he had disappeared for weeks on end. But he was incredibly reckless, he dabbled in far too many narcotics and would involve himself in any gang or operation going, regardless of the danger. Actually the more dangerous it was the more likely he would be to seek it out. He even revelled in pain, often putting himself near death just to see what it’d feel like. No, it was past time they started looking for him, even if it would piss him off massively.
“Janos.” He called the Dreamspeaker over. “After this lot clears out, I think we should look for Nik.”
“The Ecstatic’s like mist at midnight, but I’ll try.” Well, Nik was good at hiding, you had to give him that, must be all the playing with vampires. You learn to hide or become snack food.
We both turned to stare, not very subtly at the anarchists. Some people just can't take a hint. They're like this every night, don’t leave until we come close to bodily dragging them out the door. Sorry, but even us mages need sleep some time.
The door bangs open, so hard the top windowpane cracks. Everyone turns to glare at the door; the figure in leather actually rising to his feet, one hand darting under his coat. Nik staggers into the room, listing drunkenly from side to side. Emrys and Janos both fix him with glares that he ignores completely, grinning lop-sidedly.
“Something big going down, guys. Sistech Shipping company’s got something real bad happening. Several real bad things happening.”
Emrys had little good to say about the company. Being a shopping company it had the opportunity to pursue or support the worst abuses around the world in all fields. With their ever increasing greed for profit they never missed an opportunity to add to the burdens of the world. Janos looked equally unhappy. Sistech had done as much damage to native communities and human rights as it had to the environment.
“The snake is always looking for new prey. There’s little we can do about it, they armour themselves extremely well.”
“Don’t tell me you've actually found a hole through all the lawyers and media blackout?”
The Ecstatic tottered up to the bar, completely ignoring the remaining customers. “Don’t forget the security guards, bribed politicians and corrupt police.” He slumped down on one of the stools near the coffee counter. “Any coffee?”
“No, we’re out. It’s late after all.” As predicted, the two anarchists didn’t take the hint. At least they were paying attention to them... if that was a good thing anyway? Janos had noticed as well, his wary eye had never shifted. Paranoid? Nah, just experienced.
“Perhaps we should discuss this when the shop is locked up. In ten minutes.” Ok, that kind of went beyond a hint. Sometimes subtlety doesn't work and you've got to reach for the sledgehammer, right?
The computer hacker finally seemed to get to at least, “Alright, we get it. We’re going.”
“Just as soon as we hear about Sistech. If you’ve found a weakness, maybe we can bring them down.” The leather freak was either dangerous, or melodramatic. Probably both.
Nik had already opening his mouth to tell all. How anyone who had seen or done as much as him could be so naive is a mystery. Probably because no matter how bad things went he considered it to be a good result. Emrys stopped him quickly.
“Perhaps... more likely it’ll just make us a prominent and powerful enemy. Now, we’re closing about now, if you wouldn’t mind?”
The guy in leather did stand. But, he also brought his hand out of his coat - with a long, elegant knife held in it. “How about you give that information to people brave enough to do something about it. Trust me, we’ve got resources you don’t.”
Emrys had to smile. These guys had more resources? Janos was less amused, being held at knife point generally pissed him off really quickly, he’d seen too many people stabbed to tolerate it. He pulled a long wand of rowan wood and bone, decked in runes and beads from his back pocket, levelling it at the knife wielder setting the chains around it rattling. Emrys shuddered as he felt reality twist...
The man had a few seconds to look confused behind his shaded glasses before yelling in pain. He dropped the knife, hugging his hand, now swelling in raw blisters. Emrys didn’t stand still, putting one hand on the counter, he vaulted over it, hand coming up with his athame brandished. He landed on the floor lightly, ready to pounce. His feet sank into the floor like quicksand! He tried to pull himself free, but the solid wooden floor had turned into a thick sucking mire that pulled him deeper. He growled in frustration as the floor began to set again, solidifying with him trapped. The computer anarchist tapped frantically at his lap top, grinning at the sinking Emrys.
He grinned far too soon, as a blur struck him like the wind. Emrys grimaced as time itself seemed to warp, Nik moved through the morphed time field, moving at incredible speed. So did his feet and hands as they hit the hacker in several painful places in quick succession.
Emrys tried to spin as he heard a cry behind him. He felt reality flow and chance bent to a new path. Janos had followed him over the counter, but somehow managed to trip himself over one of the chairs, falling into an amazingly tangled ball on the floor, his wand flew from his grasp and bounced out of his reach. The man in the leather started to walk towards the prone Dreamspeaker, one fist clenched. Emrys’ eyes narrowed, he thrust his athame towards the man, willing the sacred power of life, the Goddess’ greatest gift to turn against the man.
His sunglasses clattered to the floor, he doubled over and collapsed, a sick, gurgling sound coming from his mouth, followed quickly by a thin stream of blood. Lesions and welts rose on his skin. His clenched hand convulsed, two dice rolling from his grip.
“WHOA! Time people! Time!” Nik stepped into the middle of the floor, arms held out. “Before someone gets killed, right?”
The hacker, bruised and obviously in pain, nodded from the floor. “Yeah. We give, uncle, OK?!”
Janos nodded, a little grudgingly as he freed himself from the furniture. Emrys wasn’t really sure about it himself, still being waist deep in the floor and everything, but nodded. Nik grinned.
“Great, pax. Let’s talk... um, if that guy can?”
Emrys shrugged. “He’ll live. Probably.”
“I’ll live.” The man had pulled himself into a half lotus position, his breath was rhythmic and precise. Some tantric exercise or something.
Nik, pulled up a seat. “Ok, let’s talk about this.”
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Date: 2003-11-15 10:59 am (UTC)He got lucky... could have been very messy