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Message no. 1
From: JAD wraith@************.com
Subject: New Friends...New Enemies
Date: Mon, 14 Jun 1999 01:01:43 -0500
*****Internal: Elphin's Private Journal

>>>>>[It's usually something simple like this that get's me into a
lot of trouble...And last time I was involved with her, I nearly
became a roach...that would've made the family dinners pleasant...I
could pass the mashed potatoes, gravy, AND the turkey all at the
same time...

After exploring Jett's house, which did nothing for my nerves as
long repressed memories threatened to surface, I HAD to go
outside to calm down. Perhaps that was a good thing. I just had
time to hide my bike and myself before the other rider showed up.
She seemed just as agitated as I did when she came out of the
house, but for other reasons then mine...she doesn't appear to be a
mage...infact, she looks familiar, but I can't place her...

The ten foot troll however gives me pause. He's even more agitated
then the woman. Friends of Jett? Perhaps the woman is the 'Rita'
that's been leaving messages on Jett's machine. Only one way to
tell...

"Friends of Lady Jett I assume?"

Perhaps not the best way to start a conversation, as the woman,
almost too quickly to be followed, blurs into motion, reaching for
weapons and settling into a combat stance.

Her eyes narrow as she takes in what I hope to be a suitably non-
hostile stance. The troll is almost as quick, despite his obvious
preoccupation with the disappearance of Lady Jett. "My name is
Elphin...I've recently returned to Seattle, and decided to look up
some old friends. Lady Jett is one of them. Unfortunately...." I
shrug and motion to the blood. The troll relaxes a bit at my name,
a good sign I assume. He introduces himself as Snookums as all
things. The memory of the astral plane in the house squelches
any smile in response to the name. The woman is introduced as
Rita, the same that's been leaving messages for Jett. There's only
one thing to do.

"We seem to have a problem...perhaps I can help.]>>>>>

-- Elphin <23:00:56/06-13-60>
Message no. 2
From: Jett zmjett@*********.com
Subject: New Friends...New Enemies
Date: Mon, 14 Jun 1999 02:49:12 -0400
*****INTERNAL: Snook's Head Comm
>>>>>[Snookums looks down...way down...at the powerfully-built elf as he
slips from the bushes, taking in the boots, the gray duster, and the
casual clothes underneath. The face must be familiar, because he relaxes
a bit, and nods.

After introductions are made, he looks at Elphin. "Jett...we haven't
seen her since Friday afternoon, when I last talked to her. There's..."
he swallows, looks at the drips of blood staining the pavement of the
driveway... "There was a fight upstairs, a bad one...a lot of the
blood...it's Jett's."

Elphin nods solemnly. "A struggle." He pauses. "One of her attackers was
injured badly...there were four of them...but Lady Jett herself is still
alive, nearest I can tell."

Rita nods. "Figured." She pauses. "Anyone else think it's weird that
just four guys took her down, though?"

Snookums nods, glancing down at his hands. "That's what I thought was
weird, too..." he pauses, thinks. Then rubs his brow. "I think we need
to drop some lines on ShadowLand...possibly to Lone Star as well. She
was working with them recently...it might have something to do with
that. She's legal now, for the most part...they might help."

All three turn and jump as, in the setting sun, a woman dressed all in
black suddenly appears. Snookums backs away from the figure.

The woman laughs, throwing back her short, shiny black hair. She's
dressed in black jean shorts, fishnet stockings, and a black leather
jacket over a halter top. "Boo," she says, her voice holding an echo of
laughter. Something seems...not quite right about her, maybe in the way
she moves? Elphin stares at her for a while. "Lady Diemas, I presume,"
he finally says.

The woman, Diemas, nods. "That's me." She looks at the door of the
house. "I can't feel her anymore...I can't sense her." She pauses again,
looking at the blood. "I should be able to sense where she is. I could
feel it when they took her...couldn't do anything..." she looks up at
the late-twilight sky. "I can't go in the sun."

Snookums rubs his brow again with a massive hand, staying back from the
small, dark-haired woman. "What happened, exactly? Do you know?"

Diemas brushes her hair back, an expression of worry on her pale face.
"They were necromancers," she finally says, simply.

All those present exchange worried glances. "SO that's how," Snookums
sighs, the question of how four people managed to take Jett down finally
answered. "Well...I think we've done all we can." He takes out a pocket
secretary. "If you give me a number where you can be reached, I'll keep
in touch. I'm going to go down to LoneStar and file a missing person
report, then drop some feelers on ShadowLand." He looks at Diemas,
warily..."If Diemas will hold the homefront down..."

Diemas snorts. "Of course I'll hold it down. I live here too." Something
in her eyes flickers, a touch of light that is the first indication that
she might not be just what she seems.

Snookums nods resignedly. "Yeah...okay." He glances back at the others.
"I'll be in touch. And if either of you is the praying type..." he
trails off, the rest of the sentence unsaid before turning and heading
back down the driveway.]<<<<<
-- Snookums <02:40:27/06-14-60>
Message no. 3
From: JAD wraith@************.com
Subject: New Friends...New Enemies
Date: Mon, 14 Jun 1999 21:17:23 -0500
****Internal: Elphin's Private Journal

>>>>>[A glance at the setting sun shows it to be nearly
completely gone as Sir Snookums leaves for parts unknown. A
quick movement with my hands and a car appears, a number
where I can be reached at for the Lady Rita.

A glance at the spirit, Lady Diemos, produces a shake of my head,
and another glance at the dying sun. "A harsh existence, Lady
Diemos. Even we have to come out of the shadows sometime."

A small shrug is my only answer as I start my bike and head back
to my apartment for some gear.>>>>>
-- Elphin <7:16:34/06-13-60PDT>
Message no. 4
From: JAD wraith@************.com
Subject: New Friends...New Enemies
Date: Mon, 14 Jun 1999 01:01:43 -0500
*****Internal: Elphin's Private Journal

>>>>>[It's usually something simple like this that get's me into a
lot of trouble...And last time I was involved with her, I nearly
became a roach...that would've made the family dinners pleasant...I
could pass the mashed potatoes, gravy, AND the turkey all at the
same time...

After exploring Jett's house, which did nothing for my nerves as
long repressed memories threatened to surface, I HAD to go
outside to calm down. Perhaps that was a good thing. I just had
time to hide my bike and myself before the other rider showed up.
She seemed just as agitated as I did when she came out of the
house, but for other reasons then mine...she doesn't appear to be a
mage...infact, she looks familiar, but I can't place her...

The ten foot troll however gives me pause. He's even more agitated
then the woman. Friends of Jett? Perhaps the woman is the 'Rita'
that's been leaving messages on Jett's machine. Only one way to
tell...

"Friends of Lady Jett I assume?"

Perhaps not the best way to start a conversation, as the woman,
almost too quickly to be followed, blurs into motion, reaching for
weapons and settling into a combat stance.

Her eyes narrow as she takes in what I hope to be a suitably non-
hostile stance. The troll is almost as quick, despite his obvious
preoccupation with the disappearance of Lady Jett. "My name is
Elphin...I've recently returned to Seattle, and decided to look up
some old friends. Lady Jett is one of them. Unfortunately...." I
shrug and motion to the blood. The troll relaxes a bit at my name,
a good sign I assume. He introduces himself as Snookums as all
things. The memory of the astral plane in the house squelches
any smile in response to the name. The woman is introduced as
Rita, the same that's been leaving messages for Jett. There's only
one thing to do.

"We seem to have a problem...perhaps I can help.]>>>>>

-- Elphin <23:00:56/06-13-60>
Message no. 5
From: Jett zmjett@*********.com
Subject: New Friends...New Enemies
Date: Mon, 14 Jun 1999 02:49:12 -0400
*****INTERNAL: Snook's Head Comm
>>>>>[Snookums looks down...way down...at the powerfully-built elf as he
slips from the bushes, taking in the boots, the gray duster, and the
casual clothes underneath. The face must be familiar, because he relaxes
a bit, and nods.

After introductions are made, he looks at Elphin. "Jett...we haven't
seen her since Friday afternoon, when I last talked to her. There's..."
he swallows, looks at the drips of blood staining the pavement of the
driveway... "There was a fight upstairs, a bad one...a lot of the
blood...it's Jett's."

Elphin nods solemnly. "A struggle." He pauses. "One of her attackers was
injured badly...there were four of them...but Lady Jett herself is still
alive, nearest I can tell."

Rita nods. "Figured." She pauses. "Anyone else think it's weird that
just four guys took her down, though?"

Snookums nods, glancing down at his hands. "That's what I thought was
weird, too..." he pauses, thinks. Then rubs his brow. "I think we need
to drop some lines on ShadowLand...possibly to Lone Star as well. She
was working with them recently...it might have something to do with
that. She's legal now, for the most part...they might help."

All three turn and jump as, in the setting sun, a woman dressed all in
black suddenly appears. Snookums backs away from the figure.

The woman laughs, throwing back her short, shiny black hair. She's
dressed in black jean shorts, fishnet stockings, and a black leather
jacket over a halter top. "Boo," she says, her voice holding an echo of
laughter. Something seems...not quite right about her, maybe in the way
she moves? Elphin stares at her for a while. "Lady Diemas, I presume,"
he finally says.

The woman, Diemas, nods. "That's me." She looks at the door of the
house. "I can't feel her anymore...I can't sense her." She pauses again,
looking at the blood. "I should be able to sense where she is. I could
feel it when they took her...couldn't do anything..." she looks up at
the late-twilight sky. "I can't go in the sun."

Snookums rubs his brow again with a massive hand, staying back from the
small, dark-haired woman. "What happened, exactly? Do you know?"

Diemas brushes her hair back, an expression of worry on her pale face.
"They were necromancers," she finally says, simply.

All those present exchange worried glances. "SO that's how," Snookums
sighs, the question of how four people managed to take Jett down finally
answered. "Well...I think we've done all we can." He takes out a pocket
secretary. "If you give me a number where you can be reached, I'll keep
in touch. I'm going to go down to LoneStar and file a missing person
report, then drop some feelers on ShadowLand." He looks at Diemas,
warily..."If Diemas will hold the homefront down..."

Diemas snorts. "Of course I'll hold it down. I live here too." Something
in her eyes flickers, a touch of light that is the first indication that
she might not be just what she seems.

Snookums nods resignedly. "Yeah...okay." He glances back at the others.
"I'll be in touch. And if either of you is the praying type..." he
trails off, the rest of the sentence unsaid before turning and heading
back down the driveway.]<<<<<
-- Snookums <02:40:27/06-14-60>
Message no. 6
From: JAD wraith@************.com
Subject: New Friends...New Enemies
Date: Mon, 14 Jun 1999 21:17:23 -0500
****Internal: Elphin's Private Journal

>>>>>[A glance at the setting sun shows it to be nearly
completely gone as Sir Snookums leaves for parts unknown. A
quick movement with my hands and a car appears, a number
where I can be reached at for the Lady Rita.

A glance at the spirit, Lady Diemos, produces a shake of my head,
and another glance at the dying sun. "A harsh existence, Lady
Diemos. Even we have to come out of the shadows sometime."

A small shrug is my only answer as I start my bike and head back
to my apartment for some gear.>>>>>
-- Elphin <7:16:34/06-13-60PDT>

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