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