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Posted: Sat Jul 19, 2014 2:10 pm
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Posted: Sat Jul 19, 2014 2:36 pm
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Jack Armstrong, Brian Pennyworth
Jack shrugged and pulled a cigarette out of one of his pockets. It burst to life the moment it touched his lips, hazy blue smoke curling from his mouth. If she was going to go through such lengths to hide then he wasn't going to bother her. A much more youthful voice emanated from behind him. "Good God Jack, you don't just bring up someone's death the first time you talk to them." A young man rippled into visibility, seemingly in nothing but a white t-shirt and jeans. He padded over to the shy girl and produced a white rose from nowhere, he offered it to her and said "Please excuse my scruffy, and rude, friend. He was raised among wolves." Brian glanced over his shoulder at Jack who grouchily said "It was a seminary." Brain merely grinned at him and turned back to the girl. "So madame, if you could find it in your heart to forgive him, I'd be forever grateful." His smile was the sort that made you want to join in. Brian was someone who couldn't bear seeing a sad face, the white rose was actually nothing more than a clever illusion (just like his visibility, he was actually completely invisible due to a major screw-up on his part) The moment she touched it, the rose would dissolve into a flurry of white butterflies. Brian often found innocent surprises the most uplifting.
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Posted: Sat Jul 19, 2014 2:55 pm
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Posted: Sat Jul 19, 2014 3:35 pm
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Jack Armstrong, Brian Pennyworth
Brian shook his head "We've had to do the same. How we'd do it last time hot stuff?" glancing over his shoulder at Jack, who had at this point pulled out a worn bible and was reading it while enjoying his cigarette. The smoke had shifted to an iridescent purple. Jack made a face, clearly not enjoying Brian's little nickname for him. "Train wreck was it?" Brian nodded "Yeah, but we've been at this a loooonnngg time Miss, and Jack over there is good at remembering faces. He's an ex-witch hunter." Brian waggled his eyebrows at Jack "Funny how that turned out, eh?" Jack chuckled "Yes, The irony does not escape me." Somewhere under his grouchy exterior, Jack was a good guy who would go to Hell and back for his friends. It just took a bit to get past the stiffness. Brian peeked behind the girl and saw the blood pack. "Oh, are you a vampire then? Nice to meet you, I'm the result of an accident. Jack is too." Jack was now ignoring Brian in lieu of Leviticus, red smoke snaking away from his lips. Brian held out his hand "I'm Brian Pennyworth, and the grouch over there is Wilkerson Jack Armstrong. It's great to meet you." He grinned broadly at the vampire, clearly delighted to meet her.
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Posted: Sat Jul 19, 2014 3:44 pm
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Posted: Sat Jul 19, 2014 8:04 pm
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Jack Armstrong, Brian Pennyworth
Brian made a tsking noise when she hid the empty blood packet under her jumper "You know, there's really nothing to be afraid of, or ashamed of here. I mean, at least that's what I've heard... Where 'ya going hot stuff?" Jack had picked himself up and was now walking away, witch his nose still in a book. He made a non-committal noise of acknowledgement, then left the inn. Brian shook his head at his friend. Jack could be a bit hard to reach sometimes.
His smile grew broader as she started smiling as well, she was quite pretty when she wasn't hiding her face. "Lumina, what a lovely name..." he promptly faded from sight, except for his clothes, the last thing to disappear was his grin. The now seemingly empty shirt seemed to be making a gesture, probably the start of a joke, when Brian realized what had happened. Brian's voice emanated from the space above the empty shirt. "Oh, sorry for doing that. I can only keep myself visible for so long these days... I had a bit of an accident with a cloaking spell." he laughed like it was all perfectly normal.
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Posted: Sun Jul 20, 2014 3:12 am
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Posted: Sun Jul 20, 2014 2:12 pm
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Posted: Sun Jul 20, 2014 2:51 pm
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Posted: Sun Jul 20, 2014 4:24 pm
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Posted: Sun Jul 20, 2014 5:24 pm
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Brian Pennyworth
Brian's grin (but that alone) came back into visibility, A la Cheshire cat. "Trust me," he said "You won't regret it." Brian gently took her hands and enfolded them in his own, then his spell kicked in. A full illusion, a complete sensory immersion, touch, sound, taste, sight, all manipulable to show the people under it exactly what the spell caster wanted. In this case, Brian had chosen something familiar to him, a ball.
Both Lumina and Brian now (seemed) to be standing in the edge of a dance floor in an opulent ballroom, her in an striking dress, him fully visible in a tuxedo. There was music floating in the air, a waltz, and people chattered around them, the scents of the ladies perfumes mixed with the smell of champagne and wine and burning beeswax tapers. Brian smiled and pulled her in a little closer, clearly intending on leading her in a dance. "Well I must say that you look fantastic in a gown, madame. Care to dance?"
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