Session Start: Tue Feb 21 00:00:00 2017
Session Ident: #Aeons_Asylum
<+Blackfyre> <Fiona> is in the library at the moment, poring over a book before setting it down and stretching. She makes her way outside soon after for some fresh air.
<+Morose> <Ghost> is walking along the outer wall, on patrol as usual. A shotgun held in one hand, he lets the shadows cling to him as he skirts his way around.
<+MichaelM> Anne’s in one of her usual spots leaning against the library’s outer walls. She holds a partially-disassembled shotgun in her hands, and two recently-maintained pistols are tucked into her belt. She makes what should be whistling sounds as she cleans, but burn injuries and a lifetime smoking habit reduce the sound to a series of rumbling noises. She gives both Ghost and Fiona nods as they walk into her eyesight. “Firebrand. Spooks.”
<+Blackfyre> <Fiona> looks at Anne and scowls at her. “Hi, Grandma.”
<+Dusk> [Rakshasa] is working out at the gym (provided there is a gym)
<+Dusk> [Rakshasa] just finished lifting weights and now is working on some stretching
<+Morose> <Ghost> returns the nod, letting the shotgun up to rest on his shoulder as he pauses. “What’s up?”
<+Dusk> [Rakshasa] comes out of the gym, shirtless and notices the trio “Hey, do you guys know who thrashed the gym? All the training dummies have been dismembered”
<+Blackfyre> <Fiona> looks at Rakshasa. “Me.”
<+MichaelM> “Nice one, Firebrand.” Anne points the partially-disassembled weapon in her hands. “I’m sure that’ll have no repercussions at all. You a glutton for punishment or something?”
<+Dusk> [Rakshasa] looks at Fiona as if he’s judging her “Is it about that night when Zaluut stared you down?”
<+Blackfyre> <Fiona> “I needed to work off my frustrations.”
<+Morose> <Ghost> “Actually that sorta thing happens all the time. In practice. Potence is a bitch.”
<+Dusk> [Rakshasa] “Fine. I need to tell the ghouls to repair the dummies so I can practice my kicks again”
<+Blackfyre> <Fiona> “I don’t have Potence.”
<+Morose> <Ghost> shakes her head at her. “You missed my point. There are many that do that practice there and often damage or destroy the equipment.”
<+Blackfyre> <Fiona> shrugs. “Gotcha.”
<+Dusk> [Rakshasa] “Actually I have been looking for someone that can teach me potence or celerity. I’d be happy to teach Fortitude in return”
<+Blackfyre> <Fiona> “Can’t teach you either, unfortunately.”
<+MichaelM> “I think you should take that offer, Firebrand,” Anne says with a chuckle, “being a bit more bulletproof’d be good for your complexion.”
<+Blackfyre> <Fiona> looks at Anne. “Did you miss the part where I said I can’t teach him either?”
<+Morose> <Ghost> nods in agreement. “It is rather helpful. I also heard tell that they were offering to teach some of us blood sorcery of some sort?”
<+Dusk> [Rakshasa] looks at Anne “One can only teach the discipline one knows”
<+Dusk> [Rakshasa] “Yes I saw the notice. I havent thought about it really. I was never quite the sorcerer type”
<+MichaelM> “Piss, that’s what fucked everything up in the first place.” Anne tells Ghost. “I’m sure having a bunch more borderline psychopaths running around with it’d help loads.”
<+MichaelM> “In either case,” Anne turns back to Rakshasa, “I’ll teach you, Tiger. No charge. It’ll beat trying to whip that pasty in shape.”
<+Dusk> [Rakshasa] “I am grateful..teacher. And I will owe you one. Should you wish to learn fortitude or call upon a another favor.”
<+Morose> <Ghost> nods his head slightly in agreement with Anne. “Me either. I have my Darkness and my stealth… and when that fails I have Fortitude and the ability to sway emotions.”
<+MichaelM> “I’ll take being bulletproof if you insist on paying,” Anne says with a shrug. “I don’t hold favours.”
<+Dusk> [Rakshasa] “So be it”
<+Morose> <Ghost> nods his head. “Bullet resistant is always a good thing.”
<+Dusk> [Rakshasa] “Every bit helps. I did survive a grenade”
<+Dusk> |Magatsu| looks at Anne “Just wait till you find the form of your inner beast. Then you’ll really wreck stuff”
<+Dusk> [Rakshasa] said that^^
<+Blackfyre> <Fiona> “Working on it. And I’d love to be bulletproof too.”
<+Dusk> [Rakshasa] “I can teach you too Fiona, if you wish”
<+MichaelM> “Eh, not a fan of the whole ‘turn into a monster’ bit. I’ll pass.” Anne turns her eyes back to her firearm and continues cleaning it. “Been there, done that. Give me a decent gun any day.”
<+Dusk> [Rakshasa] nods “Alright then we start training from tomorrow. It should not take too long to tease out the power of the discipline”
<+MichaelM> “I hope so. It takes too long and we may run into trouble,” Anne says with a smirk. “Hard to teach and old dog new tricks and all.”
<+Morose> <Ghost> smirks a bit and then goes back off to his patrolling of the border wall.
<+Dusk> [Rakshasa] “Alright them see you tomorrow” saying that he heads off whistling
<+Blackfyre> <Fiona> “Later.” She looks at Anne. “Going home, Grandma?”
<+MichaelM> “Depends on what you mean by home,” Anne drawls. “Afghanistan’s pretty far away, yeah?”
<+Blackfyre> <Fiona> “Yeah. Anyway, gonna be heading to the pack quarters.” She begins walking toward the Feral Hearts den.
Session Close: Wed Feb 22 00:00:00 2017