| From: | Mike Goldberg <m_goldberg@********.CC.COLORADO.EDU> |
|---|---|
| Subject: | Damn this miserable terminal! |
| Date: | Fri, 15 Oct 1993 15:41:20 -0700 |
co-operate. Oh well. Here goes round 3:
**** Start Video transmission (again)
Bruce and Karl start heading up the stairs slowly. It almost seems that they
are both sort of just willing to let a simple four-story climb take a good
fifteen minutes or so.
Fade back to Blitzkrieg's room:
Shadowfox reaches up and knocks on the door. Responding to the knock,
Firewraith softly calls out a "Come in" which the runners on the other side
don't hear. Or at least it didn't look like it. At the same time, Blitzkrieg
puts down the guitar and sighs softly. Shadowfox after pausing for a few
seconds, opens the door. And walks into the doorway. His eyes scan the small
room, resting slowly on the guitar, the sword, Blitzkrieg, then to Firewraith
and back to Blitzkrieg. At the second glance at Blitzkrieg, he winces as he
sees the left arm. Then he moves to a chair next to Bliztkrieg. He reaches
over the bed, and politely shakes Firewraith's hand. WHAT enters the room.
Shadowfox: It is a pleasure to meet you Firewraith. Blitzkrieg, I am truly
sorry. I wish I could have been there to help in some way. . . (sighs sadly)
Blitzkrieg: I understand Shadowfox, we can't all be everywhere at once. . .
*sighs* I just wish things didn't turn out the way they did.
WHAT looks around the room briefly, but doesn't even finishes his scan when he
notices the cybernetic arm. A look of true sickness comes across his face.
After a few moments, he comes to the realization of what he just did, and
forces himself to go to chair next to Firewraith. They start slowly
whispering back and forth. The camera doesn't seem to have picked up what
they are saying.
Gawk finally enters after giving a long glare at the guards. He takes a look
around. He sees the cyberarm, and gives his nod of approval, then he sees
Firewraith. He stares at her for few seconds, but his gaze is broken, when
Phoenix getting impatient, pushes him fully into the room.
Phoenix: Well damn it, just don't stand there, with your jaw on the floor,
get moving!
Gawk gives Phoenix and irritated glance then moves onwards. He looks at the
chair that is next to Firewraith and sighs softly. (the chair is filled by
WHAT). Then sits next to WHAT. He seems to start pondering something. . . to
the point he doesn't seem to notice much except for possibly the cybernetic
arm or Firewraith.
Fade back to Bruce and Karl.
They, now having finally gotten to the guards, without so much as an argument,
lay down the items. Bruce, when unbuttoning his trench coat, one can catch
gleams of some jewelry. He is wearing a celtic torc, and a ankh on a golden
chain around his neck. Both of his wrist have many bracelets around them. He
lays down on the table a colt manhunter and waits for Karl to lay down his
arms. Karl sensing the guards attention, lays down an Ares Predator, and a
long dagger of some variety. The guards search them but find nothing of
particular interest.
Guard #5: Let me go inform Firewraith that you are here.
Bruce nods.
Karl: I hope we don't get wraithed the second we walk in there.
Bruce: Shadowfox is a professional. He may be confused as to why we are
here, but I trust he won't lynch me. It is surprising that Firewraith said
that Rebecca isn't here as well, that worries me. Those two were close to
being engaged last time I checked.
Karl: I still don't understand why you let her go. To me it sounds like you
still love her.
Bruce: I probably always will. She . . *sighs* she and I just couldn't live
with the other's lifestyle. As much as it hurt, we both had to let go.
Shadowfox on the other hand, could live with her lifestyle. I gave him my
blessings and requested of him to treat her better than I ever could.
Karl nods.
The guard finally getting to the room, knocks on the door. He opens the door
and pokes his head in.
Guard: Sorry to intrude. . .
Gawk (interupting): *grumbles* god damn, can't even get good help from these
snotty little . . .
Gawk stops talking after recieving painfully long glares from Firewraith and
Shadowfox. He doesn't seem to mind the glare from Firewraith at all, and uses
it as an excuse to let his mind wonder, all the while taking in her full form.
That daydream ends quickly though, as Firewraith gets up, kisses Blitzkrieg on
his cheek, and goes to see what the guard wants. She leaves the room.
Blitzkrieg: Gawk, I would appreciate it if you stop staring at her, like a
piece of meat.
Gawk: Uhhhh. . . sure, how did you meet her anyway?
Shadowfox: Should we save the . . . (pauses for a second as he and Phoenix
look blank) Let's save the conversation for a second.
Phoenix and Blitzkrieg nod in agreement.
Phoenix gets up and positions himself in a place to prevent Gawk or WHAT from
charging the door.
Meanwhile. Outside the door.
Guard: That ork deserves his head bashed in.
Firewraith: Somehow, I am not surprised to hear it.
Guard: The other two are here, but the Troll hasn't arrived.
Firewraith: I doubt the troll will, something must have come up. Let me
through a spell tell Shadowfox and Phoenix to brace themselves for a surprise,
and to make sure that Gawk cannot rush the door.
Firewraith casts a spell. Her lips move for a few seconds. Then she nods,
and says: You can go ahead and show them in.
With that the guard goes off and Firewraith re-enters the room. She sits on
the bed next to Blitzkrieg (on his right).
Firewraith: We have two more guests that will be arriving. But first, what
happened to Doomsday? I thought I would have the opportunity to meet him
today.
Shadowfox: A friend of his, requested help from him, because he got into a
huge amount of trouble. Doomsday, naturally responded. I wish them both
lot's of luck. It's sort of the mess, that I had to enter in earlier, but I
assume that should wait until all our guests are here.
Firewraith nods.
There is a knock at the door. Shadowfox goes to open it.
**** transmission interupted. . . sending equipment failure.
FRAG this damn piece of drek! *sigh* As soon as I get a repair person here,
I try and send more of this.]<<<<<
-- Firewraith <15:30:54/10-15-54>
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