| From: | Randy Barron <rbarron@*****.CS.DU.EDU> |
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| Subject: | Live from Seattle, it's... |
| Date: | Mon, 15 Nov 1993 16:37:11 -0700 |
Valentine and this Dane chick. If you want more details, shoot it yourself
next time. As to the conversation, some of it has been "misplaced" for
purposes of security, ya understand.
*****INCLUDE A/V FEED
On the screen, a picture comes into focus. It is dark for a second,
then light-enhancing circuits come into play and a somewhat colorless
(Low Light circuitry) comes into view. On the screen now is a view of
a small park. Those familiar with Seattle can discern it, from the
surrounding buildings, as **Name** Park at **Street** and **Street**.
A human man, dressed in leathers and a large, obscuring duster comes
into view and looks up into the camera. On his face is a design of
some sort, not really recognizable.
Silverflame: Is it working, guys?
Silverflame: Camera 2, check.
This repeats several times, with cameras 2 through 4 along the outside
of the park and camera 5 and 6 focused on two benches. The scene rotates
randomly between them until one catches on someone sitting down at one of
the benches, about 35 minutes later. The scene stabilizes there, on a
view of a female elf dressed in robes embroidered with Celtic designs.
She appears to be in her mid or late 20's.
The elf sits down and shortly the painted man comes into view. Walking
to the bench, he swirls a courtly little bow, keeping his hands away from
the weapons this reveals.
Silverflame: I presume that you are one Dane O'Kennedy? I am known as
Silverflame currently.
Dane O'Kennedy: Currently? I shall forbear to ask of your older names then.
Here is the first half of your money. As soon as your associates are here,
we can go.
The lady, quite pretty now that the camera is focused closer, holds out
a credstick to the man, who takes it.
Silverflame: (Hereafter titled SF) Good, you seem to be quite a reasonable
employer. I trust that I will find this credstick in order. What more
can you tell me of our target?
The man smiles briefly and interrupts the elf, informing her of a new
arrival before turning in that direction.
SF: Your pardon. We seem to have company coming.
The lady raises an eyebrow and looks that way as well.
Dane O'Kennedy: (Hereafter titled DOK) Really? It seems you are quite
prepared for this meeting. Shall we wait for him to continue?
SF: Assuredly. And a most strange individual as well. Ruthenium hair, of
all things.
The two wait and soon a strange looking individual comes into view,
a short, stocky human, close to dwarf-sized, his hair and clothing
visibly changing color as he moves, blending in with the background.
His only visible weapons seem to be a machine pistol and a sword. He
slowly approaches the two.
Quicksilver: (Hereafter titled Q) Hiya, you Dane O'Kennedy? Good, I'm
Quicksilver. Do you have the nuyen?
The woman offers this man a credstick and he quickly takes it,
slipping it into a pocket on his ever-shifting jumpsuit. As the man is
relazing, his advance safely in his possession, all three turn, startled,
as another elven woman appears, standing beside Silverflame and garbed
totally in silver and grey, even extending to her hair.
Sarah: Now, Jerricho, why didn't you tell me you got a job? And it's
very uncouth to be deceptive with an employer, don't you know?
The new arrival waves her hand at Silverflame and suddenly a taller
elven male stands where there was seconds before a human. Sarah then
grins impishly at the elf and turns her gaze to the other two people
present.
SF: ARGHH! Do you ALWAYS have to meddle?!? Now where am I going to get
another mage to quicken a mask on me, Sarah? Obe of these times you
are going to go too far...
Sarah: Oh, posh. You love me too much to do anything. Oh, and on the
subject of deceptive, Lady Druid, why do you mask your power from
the world? You should be proud of your ability.
Shaking his head, the now-revealed elf apologizes for his friend's
behavior. The three talk for a short while more, the mischievous silver
elf chiming in every once in a while, until the man announces the arrival
of the last member of their little soire. After giving him his pay, Dane
O'Kennedy informs them of their destination and they set off. The cameras
shut off and then come to life again, this time their subtle shiting
revealing them as drone-mounted.
The drone follows the group to a building, the camera shutting off
enough so that you are not quite of the location. It shows sign of
recent and continuing construction. The three men and two women go
into the building. Relatively soon and with no sounds discernible to
the now stabilised and resting drone, they come back out with a tall
male elf, appearing to be in his early 30's and dressed in normal street
clothing. The drone beginsto pick up their speech, once more aloft.
Valentine: You will see to it that my wards are protected and cared
for?
Dane: You have my word that they will be cared for, Valentine.
Val: Good, then let us be off.
Silverflame: Sir, we'll be leaving soon. Are you very good with that lyre
there? I am a bit of a musician myself. And if it will ease your mind,
I'll have some friends of mine look after the kids and make sure the
one we had to put to sleep is OK. Sarah, do you think you could get
Rebecca to watch over them?
Val: Yes, you might say that I've had a bit of practice with it. My thanks
for your offer, though I think Ms. O'Kennedy's help will prove good
enough.
Silverflame: Please, allow me. It would ease my conscience for taking
away their mentor for this short time.
Val: If you insist.
Sarah, looking curiously at the older elf and his lyre, shakes her head
and turns back to her friend, smiling faintly.
Sarah: Of course. You know Becca's crazy about kids. I have no doubt that
she will know soon enough...
The conversation dies out from there as the drone lifts further away
from the speakers and the camera shuts off.
*****END A/V FEED
Well, there you are. That should be good enough for most of you to
see that the elf's not hurt. Sorry about the delay but then, security's
necessary, doncha know? Catch you later.]<<<<<
--Hellhound <11:56:11/11-15-54>
