Reyna Varinia Reíruno: ((Here!))

Angelia Caponelli: (Here too)

Adam Smith: ((So, the assumption is that Ang left a note for Reyna to come to the Penthouse when she wakes up.))

Adam Smith: ((and Adam had just explained what he meant by Twice Borns))

Angelia Caponelli: Ang nods slightly, "I understand... and that's what the fish down in the lobby are?"

Adam Smith: Reyna will find the elevator, strangely, now has buttons that allow her to reach the Penthouse. When the doors open, she find herself in a security foyer, where about four security guards are lounging around talking amongst themselves. They regard her, but one of them checks the list and allows her past to the large, floor to ceiling double doors that lead into the penthouse.

Reyna Varinia Reíruno: So on to the penthouse she goes, not really bothering to straighten up. She feels like shit, so dammit, who cares if she looks like it? She does put on the duster, though, since it's got her cigarettes.

Reyna Varinia Reíruno: She looks at the security guards oddly, then shrugs, walking to the double doors and knocking.

Adam Smith: (( for a floorplan of the penthouse, go to www.wodnyc.net/locations/malc_pent_lvgrm.htm the reflecting pool, pond, and fountain are out on the patio))

Adam Smith: ((And the area with the couches is sunken, there ar steps down into it and steps up))

Adam Smith: Nobody answers Reyna's knock, and the guards say "Just go on in."

Adam Smith: Adam is lying in the fishpond, with his arms draped around the rim, as if he's in a hot tub.

Angelia Caponelli: Ang is crouches beside him, looking cold as they talk.

Adam Smith: "No, they're Feeder Fish, too. When Malcolm was trapped in the sword, Carla went on a kick...she bought all the feeder fish in the city, and made sure there was a place for them all."

Reyna Varinia Reíruno: She nods a little, and pushes the doors open, walking in and looking around the first room a little before calling out. "Uh...hello? Angelia?"

Adam Smith: "According to Soul, the Twice Born Fish started following Carla around after they grew butterfly wings."

 

Adam Smith: 8,2,2,3,5,4,6,

Adam Smith: He glances over at Reyna's shout, then looks to Ang. "You told her?"

Angelia Caponelli: She raises a brow a bit looking over Adam strangely before she looks to the door, "On the patio."

Angelia Caponelli: "Not everything... the very scrubbed down version of things." She says quietly.

Reyna Varinia Reíruno: She makes her way toward the sound of the voice, heading out to the patio. "What's u..." She stops as she sees Adam, and blinks. Twice.

Adam Smith: "Bring some whiskey," he says to Reyna, lifting his empty glass.

Angelia Caponelli: She looks up at Reyna and smiles slightly.

Reyna Varinia Reíruno: She manages a smirk, almost one like normal, and shakes her head. "Sure." She goes and grabs the whiskey from wherever it is, and brings it out to them.

Adam Smith: He looks pale, and tired. But definitely alive. He's not shaved in several days, and his hair is uncombed, so he looks scruffy and unkempt. There's a scar over his ribs about two inches thick, very precise, that looks like a strip of skin has been removed surgically. It just dips into the large, iridescent blue whipscar on his chest. Reyna can also see a scar from the entrance wound of gunshot on his torso. Plus a small scar over his abdomen a few inches down from the bullet wound.

Reyna Varinia Reíruno: ((Comp is misbehaving...restarting. BRB))

Angelia Caponelli: She sits back a bit and looks up at Reyna, "You sleep alright?"

Adam Smith: He pours himself more whiskey, and takes another sip, glancing up at Ang, then to Reyna.

Angelia Caponelli: "Reyna's been staying downstairs." She tells Adam quietly. "Though I expect you know that."

Adam Smith: He grunts, and sips. It's not clear if he's angry or it's simply the tiredness that pulls his features down. Or the bite of the whiskey. "So...whatever happens, we still need the sword..."

Angelia Caponelli: (Oh god this curry turned out perfect)

Angelia Caponelli: "Have you talked to Karlos about that?"

Adam Smith: ((I'm jealous. *G* I love curry. Don't get it much cause hunny's not a fan.))

Reyna Varinia Reíruno: She smiles to Angelia. "I slept like someone having a nervous breakdown."

Adam Smith: He scowls. "Karlos doesn't talk to you. You don't talk to Karlos. I think in most bodies, when the voice and the heart can't speak to one another, that's called autism."

Reyna Varinia Reíruno: ((I get my curry from a tiny little local restaraunt. Not the best, but good.))

Angelia Caponelli: (It's a mild lemon and coriander... it's perfect)

Adam Smith: "Especially when the mind has checked out."

Angelia Caponelli: She looks over Adam and frowns. "You're in his apartment. I didn't know if you'd gone over this already."

Adam Smith: "I'm not in his apartment. I'm on the patio of Malcolm's Penthouse," he corrects. "And Karlos now resides at the Concerto. Because Carla made me shoot her."

Reyna Varinia Reíruno: She grins wearily at Adam's comment, even though she obviously doesn't get the reference. Even out of context, it's funny.

Adam Smith: "And what are you looking so fragged over?" he says to Reyna. "I'm the one who's dead."

Reyna Varinia Reíruno: "Yeah, well, that seems to be going around lately. Shooting you, I mean." She goes and gets herself a glass and pours herself a drink. WHiskey, tequila...doesn't seem to matter the taste at this point. Just the proof.

Angelia Caponelli: "Alright I'll track her down and talk to her but I have a feeling this body is going to need some serious reorginization cause you're right. We suck."

Reyna Varinia Reíruno: She looks at him, shaking her head and running her hand through her hair...trying to, anyway. It gets caught in a snag halfway through, and she gives a furtrated sound as she yanks her fingers out of the mess. "Long weekend."

Adam Smith: "Well, right now you're missing both Hands, you're Eyes are seeing things, your Heart is too involved in playing house with whatever drama queens rejects he's got over there, and the Spine and Mind are wandering around without focus."

 

Adam Smith: ((first two you're=your))

Angelia Caponelli: "Mind is suposed to bring us focus."

Reyna Varinia Reíruno: She takes a seat on the patio, sitting cross-legged, and pulls a cigarette out, lighting it. She exhales the first drag through her nose and takes a drink, listening quietly.

Adam Smith: He glances over to Reyna, giving her a dubious look. "I doubt it could be worse than being trapped underground with your abdominal cavity filling with blood from an untreated gunshot wound, I doubt it could have been worse than mine. And I'm not moping so neither should you."

Adam Smith: "And Voice is supposed to make sure things are communicated clearly," he says pointedly.

Reyna Varinia Reíruno: The stark description of the event makes her flinch. She looks up at him, her expression and tone just a tiny bit sarcastic. "Yeah, well, I'm still getting used to the whole situation. Give me a day or so, will ya? I'll try to be right as rain by then."

Angelia Caponelli: "I should have sent you in my place. You would have been better for the body then me."

Adam Smith: He huffs, exasperated, and takes another drink. "There is not much time. Don't waste it on thoughts of how incompetent you are. Spend it on finding ways to be effective and efficient."

Angelia Caponelli: She winces some and glances aside, "Yes.." She says clear biting off what ever was to follow.

Adam Smith: "What, Angelia?" he asks.

Angelia Caponelli: "It doesn't matter. I should call Karlos and send a message to Sam. Will you be staying here?"

Reyna Varinia Reíruno: She watches the interplay between them as she smokes, her expression still a little numb.

Adam Smith: "I have to stay here tonight. It's a full moon."

Adam Smith: "After that, I'm going into surgery. We'll see what happens from there."

Angelia Caponelli: "With the union chic?"

Adam Smith: "Since Jerry's left town, that's one of the best options. Unless you've come up with something else?"

Angelia Caponelli: "No... I think we should go with that plan."

Adam Smith: He nods, and glances over to Reyna, then back to Ang.

Angelia Caponelli: She looks back to Rey and then Adam. "To you need anything tonight?"

Adam Smith: "A man named Mas is being held prisoner somewhere in Jamaica Bay, on a yacht owned by Jinchiro Satu. Satu is the General of the Court of a Hundred Blossoms, and one of the strongest, staunchest proponents of the Dragons in New York."

Reyna Varinia Reíruno: She's just watching them, quietly, working on her cigarette.

Angelia Caponelli: She blinks. "I thought we didn't know..."

Adam Smith: "Silkie reconnoitered, and as usual...the information is...somewhat patchwork. She's not clear on his location but there are at least six houseboats stationed out in the Bay to support several shifts of guards who use outboards to patrol various areas there."

Angelia Caponelli: She leans back on her hands and closes her eyes. "Assuming their spiritually warded..." She murmers to herself trying to plot it out in her head. "They'll have something in the water like on the island too."

Angelia Caponelli: "Have you ever met him?"

Adam Smith: "There is a small island out there with a cabin on it, and it has a very large gaijin living there...like four hundred, five hundred pounds. He sounds perhaps like a sorcerer or maybe a mage, since accordign to Silkie there were animal skulls suspended from the ceiling of his cabin and he took her feathers and put them in a seperate room."

Adam Smith: "Yes, I've met the General. He was the one who insisted I make the pledge prior to agreeing to the Court allowing me sanctuary there."

Reyna Varinia Reíruno: "Sounds like they're fully prepared for an attempted rescue," she pipes in, finally, lighting a new smoke off the old one. "Probably expecting y'all to think like...well, no offense, like wolves usually do, and go full-on assault."

Angelia Caponelli: "Any dirt on him?" She nods to Reyna. "They know us better then that though. We've broken folks out of their custody before."

Adam Smith: He nods to Reyna. "I'm sure they're expecting some kind of offensive."

 

Angelia Caponelli: "We're going to have to in with extreame stealth. Does the turmoil in the river extend out to the bay?"

Reyna Varinia Reíruno: She shrugs. "Then don't give them an offensive, and don't do whatever you've done before. Surprise 'em. Catch 'em with their pants down." Of course, she's saying nothing that isn't obvious. But she's thinking and functioning, at least. That's an improvement.

Adam Smith: He nods to Reyna, shakes his head to Ang. "The problem in the River--as I told you before--is in the Hudson, not the East River. It's being caused by whatever pollution is leaking into the river via the groundwater going into that cave that Silkie found. Someone Awakened the River itself and it is in pain and thrashing around in it's death throes and so it's just as dangerous as the fucking zombies in the water."

Reyna Varinia Reíruno: "These court people...you've made them out to be super-honorable folk. That about a right characterization?"

Angelia Caponelli: She nods a little, that doesn't work then... "Alright... I think we should give them exactly what they're especting... an assult. And then slip in quietly from the back and grab Mas."

Angelia Caponelli: "They don't act towards us with honor at all they don't believe we deserve it."

Reyna Varinia Reíruno: "Hmmm." She thinks. "Still, maybe what they need is a little trick or treat, without the treat."

Angelia Caponelli: "What exactly do you mean?"

Angelia Caponelli: "I was thinking we might be able to pull a Sydney Bristo..."

Adam Smith: "They're Asian. Their idea of honor is...different from others." He stares at the fish swimming around him as he lies in the water. "But they did agree to help battle whatever pollution is in the river. Perhaps we can use that to our advantage."

Reyna Varinia Reíruno: She grins. "One of my favorite shows...Michael Vartan is HOT. But yeah, we could incorporate that."

Adam Smith: He glances over to Ang. "Sydny Bristo?"

Angelia Caponelli: "First we need to narrow down where he's being held. I don't suposed we have access to satilites or anything that funky?"

Reyna Varinia Reíruno: She looks to Adam. "Alias, hon. For God's sake, is there any pop culture reference you're ever gonna get?"

Angelia Caponelli: "Yeah like the tv show." She grins at Reyna. "The trick is to get invited in though."

Angelia Caponelli: She looks over Adam and grins. "Oh oh oh... Wait. We're going to have Mas."

Adam Smith: He just looks at them both as if they've grown two heads each. "I don't watch television."

Angelia Caponelli: She almost jumps up and down. "Alright I'm going to need to know where he's being held exactly and the security in the water... and you need to go see your doctor."

Reyna Varinia Reíruno: She thinks. "Well, I could always try to get a meeting. Something about the Nuwisha wanting to make contact, yadda yadda yadda."

Adam Smith: "Who needs satelites for that? I'll just charter a plane. The approach into JFK flies right over the Bay."

Angelia Caponelli: "No no Reyna. We're going to make them think we've already broken Mas out. And while they're chasing after him me and you slip in and get the real one."

Angelia Caponelli: She nods to Adam. "Perfect."

Adam Smith: "The biggest problem is finding some way to see through the fog. The critical parts of the bay are always shrouded with fog. And underwater...well..." He shrugs. "Most trespassers in the bay wind up shark food."

Angelia Caponelli: "Well we've gotten past them before."

Reyna Varinia Reíruno: She nods. "That works, too." ((Sorry 'bout being slow, toilet overflowed.))

Adam Smith: He turns and gives Ang a ~look~. "Angelia here you are talking to Reyna bout doing this, with no thought to the rest of the Body. How does that show your solidarity? That you are a mountain and not a wave?"

Angelia Caponelli: (eeks)

Adam Smith: "This conflict is...on a public stage. You are after hearts and minds. Inspiration. If they do not see you act as you should, then they will not believe that you are what you claim to be."

Angelia Caponelli: "Actually I'm already thinking about the rest of the body. I'm going to need Nab and Sam..."

Adam Smith: ((Sorry bout the toilet. You guys wanna break for a bit? I need to do some dinner type stuff))

Reyna Varinia Reíruno: ((I'm good either way...water's mopped up. If you guys wanna break, though, I can easily do that.))

Angelia Caponelli: (sure when should we meet back?)

Adam Smith: ((well, I'll be slow for a bit if you want to continue then. Gotta shove something in the oven.))

Adam Smith: ((I need about 10 minutes to put this food in the oven and then I'll need about 5 minutes when it's cooked. *G*))

Reyna Varinia Reíruno: ((We can break, Singh...don't want to make you rush your dinner. Just ping me when you're ready to go again.))

Angelia Caponelli: (I would rather break so I can get the kiddo into bed if you all don't mind)

Adam Smith: (ok, bb in 10)

Angelia Caponelli: (i'll be back in amore like a half. Ping me when you're back Singha)

Adam Smith: "You are going to need the entire Body. You will need to find new Hands."

Adam Smith: ((and since SG's busy, we'll send Ang off for some clothes for Adam. Meanwhile Reyna and Adam are alone out on the patio))

Reyna Varinia Reíruno: She looks at Adam, smiling a tiny bit. "So, how're you feeling? Besides all the wounds, I mean."

Adam Smith: "Tired," he admits. "Lost alot of blood. And it's been...a strain preparing for all this."

Adam Smith: "But you know the good thing about being low on the red stuff, don't you?" He grins and brings the glass to his lips. "Makes it all that easier to get shitfaced."

Reyna Varinia Reíruno: She nods. "I would imagine so." She purses her lips, looking at him. She's managed to compose herself emotionally in the time she spent silently listening to Ang and Adam, but a hint of the vulnerability peeks from behind her eyes. A little lost, a little scared.

Adam Smith: "Would you like to kiss me?"

Adam Smith: He tilts his head back and rests it on the slate lip surrounding the pond, looking up into her face.

Reyna Varinia Reíruno: She pauses, looking torn for a long moment, but finally she nods and moves over to him.

Adam Smith: He studies her face as she comes closer, smiling a bit as she bends down to touch her lips to him.

Reyna Varinia Reíruno: As she moves down to kiss him, her face is a mix of several emotions, running the gamut from happiness to see him, hope that things will turn out, moving all the way through sadness, anger, frustration, a touch of self-rebuke, and frustration. She kisses him gently, meaning to make it a quick kiss, but finds herself lingering a bit despite her intentions.

Reyna Varinia Reíruno: ((That's a lot of frustration, apparently. *Smacks self and takes one of the frustrations away.*))

Adam Smith: He reaches up and takes hold of her head, holding her there while he returns the kiss, his own mouth filled with the smokey taste of whiskey.

Adam Smith: ((could be frustrations at different things))

Angelia Caponelli: Ang returns with a bag stuffed full of Adam's clothes and a pair of sneakers in one hand, bottle of whiskey in the other.

Reyna Varinia Reíruno: 6,9,4,5,8,

Angelia Caponelli: She heads through to the balacony, dropping the cloths on the couch but snagging the towel from the top of the bag on her way.

Reyna Varinia Reíruno: She hears Angelia returning, and breaks the kiss, looking just a tad embarassed that she let herself lose control a little. She gives Adam a little smile. "Thank you."

Adam Smith: He smiles back at her, releasing her. "You're welcome."

Angelia Caponelli: She pulls opened the pato door holding out the big fluffy towel. "Here you go..."

Adam Smith: He slowly lifts himself out of the water, moving with great concentration and effort.

Angelia Caponelli: Ang moves around to wrap the towel around his torso gently as he gets up.

Adam Smith: He seems to be rather drunk, or exhausted, or both, since he doesn't quite seem capable of standing upright under his own power, and sinks to his knees.

Adam Smith: Or rather, against Ang as she brings the towel to him

Reyna Varinia Reíruno: She stands and moves to help Angelia with him.

Angelia Caponelli: Ang braces herself with a soft grunt, "Reyna could you give me a hand."

Adam Smith: With their help, they get him to the sliding door, where he props himself up against the frame as they towel him off.

Angelia Caponelli: She's pretty strong for such a tiny thing and she helps him inside to the couch.

Adam Smith: He sinks into the soft brown fur of the couch--yes it's real mink. All the furniture of this room is upholstered in genuine sable mink.

Angelia Caponelli: She picks up another of the towels and sinks down to a crouch to start toweling him off. "That the alcohol or the gun shot?"

Adam Smith: "Forgot about the blood loss until after I'd already started drinking. By that time, I was too shitfaced to get out of the pond."

Adam Smith: "I'm gonna need help getting downstairs, when it's time."

Reyna Varinia Reíruno: She helps Angelia, unless asked not too. "You know, you're not supposed to eat and swim at the same time. Pretty sure the same applies to drinking."

Adam Smith: He lays utterly relaxed on the couch, staring past Ang as she works on him at the fire, which keeps burning in the hearth.

Angelia Caponelli: She nods a bit to Adam. "Yeah I can take you down.... are you sure you want to go? I can try to do it for you."

Adam Smith: He shakes his head. "We need the sword. You can come with me...but you can't get it without me."

Angelia Caponelli: She nods a little and starts digging around in the bag, pulling out a pair of boxers which she tries to get on him as best possible.

Adam Smith: He smiles at Ang's struggle, helping her as best as he can. "It's more sexy when you're taking them the other way."

Angelia Caponelli: She leans over and nips at his thigh lightly. "Shush."

Adam Smith: "Don't get those out unless you're going to use them..." he says about her lips.

Reyna Varinia Reíruno: She chuckles at that, sitting on the armest of the couch, and looks to Angelia. "What do you need me to do, if anything?"

Angelia Caponelli: She rolls her eyes up at him and digs through the bag for a t-shirt. "Reyna is he such a brat with you too?"

Adam Smith: "You want to come see some place you've never seen before?"

Reyna Varinia Reíruno: She grins at Angelia. "Usually, yeah." Her eyes then move to Adam. "Someplace I've never seen before? C'mon, Adam. You know saying something like that to me is like dangling catnip in front of a kitten."

Adam Smith: "Mmmm." He says in a Homer Simpson voice. "Catnip."

Angelia Caponelli: She pulls the shirt over Adam's head and looks back at Reyna, "IT's not a happy place."

Reyna Varinia Reíruno: "Somehow, that doesn't surprise me." She shrugs. "Still, I'm game."

Adam Smith: "Sure it is. Thousands of people being crushed under the presses, millions churning around in the crucible of War...it's like Disneyland without the candyfloss."

Angelia Caponelli: She bites Adam's shoulder before standing up. "Glad to see your charming wit hasn't been damaged."

Adam Smith: "The last trip Stonewall made there, three out of the seven came back insane. Two comitted suicide within months of returning."

Angelia Caponelli: "Here I thought you were talking about taking her to see Soul's room."

Reyna Varinia Reíruno: She raises her eyebrows. "What a nice-sounding place."

 

Adam Smith: "I'm talking about going to the Furnaces. To forge the sword anew."

Angelia Caponelli: She grimices a bit but nods. "So that's how it's done."

Adam Smith: "Los is the Smith. He's the only one who can forge it. And I'm the only one who can reach him."

Angelia Caponelli: "How do we get there?"

Reyna Varinia Reíruno: "And me without my Goofy hat. Damn, I guess I'll have to make do."

Adam Smith: He smiles, bittersweet. "How else does one reach the Furnaces?" He points toward the flames burning in the hearth.

Angelia Caponelli: She eyes the hearth, "I'll follow your lead."

Reyna Varinia Reíruno: She nods. "Ready whenever you are."

Adam Smith: "Do you have a piece of the old one?"

Angelia Caponelli: "Not yet." (cause Troo and Urs didn't respond to my messages!)

Adam Smith: "Well, the moon's only full tonight. So if you don't have it...we'll have to figure something else out."

Angelia Caponelli: She frowns and paces a little. "Well we could try to go to the All and ask Caridoc to help... I was there a year in the span of what to you all was an hour."

Adam Smith: He chuffs, looking around for his glass. "You can't just ~go~ to the All. It's not that easy."

Angelia Caponelli: She looks at Adam. "I've been there remember?"

Reyna Varinia Reíruno: She frowns. "We could always try locating it more traditionally through the Umbra, but that could be dangerous, and potentially fruitless."

Adam Smith: "Yes." He frowns when he doesn't find the glass close to hand. "Don't rub it in."

Angelia Caponelli: "No we need materials to make the sword from..."

Angelia Caponelli: "You could go as well Adam... you just need to open your heart and have faith. Lady White Snake would help you as Rose helped me."

Adam Smith: "Well, you're the theurge, what sorts of things does one want the Champion of Albion to wield as his weapon."

Adam Smith: "Lady White Snake hasn't spoken to me of her own accord since I saved her from the Furnace."

Angelia Caponelli: She frowns a little as she looks over him. "Do you trust Her?"

Reyna Varinia Reíruno: She falls back into a listening position again, letting the two talk.

Adam Smith: His scowl deepens and the pleasant mellowness that had characterized his mood up to this point evaporates. "We're not talking about her, or the All. And to travel to this place Umbrally would take months. Or at least that's how long it took Stonewall."

Angelia Caponelli: "Do you know what happened to the Scabbord? Because the All is the only place I know where to get those sorts of things in the span of a night."

Adam Smith: "How could I know what happened to the Scabbard?" he asks testily. "I was fucking incarcerated, then killed during a fucking frenzy."

Angelia Caponelli: "Because you know about things I don't?"

Adam Smith: "I'm not fucking omniscient, Angelia, I just work very hard to find out what I need to know."

Angelia Caponelli: She frowns and looks over him flatly, "I was just asking you if you knew where it was."

Adam Smith: "No. I don't." He works his way up to a seated position. "And I think the moon's risen."

Reyna Varinia Reíruno: She looks between them, getting ready to play mediator if necessary. "She wasn't attacking you, Adam, she was just asking. We're all working together here."

 

Adam Smith: He scowls at Reyna. "She knows how I feel about the All."

Angelia Caponelli: She glances at the window with a frown, "Any ideas Adam?"

Adam Smith: "Three swords alone can cut the knarl. The Mongrel freed can be redeemed. Three swords in One, the duties fall: On Wolf, and Will, and Dream."

Angelia Caponelli: She frowns and shakes her head, "Well I'm a wolf... you're will..."

Angelia Caponelli: "Reyna? Your people are dreamers?"

Reyna Varinia Reíruno: She purses her lips. "As much as anybody, I guess. We're tricksters, but considering we're the self-appointed guardians of the Umbra, I think dreamer could pretty easily fit."

Adam Smith: He considers this, and shakes his head. "I don't know. Maybe it can't be done any longer."

Angelia Caponelli: "No none of that. We try. If we have to do something totally new that's never been done we still try."

Adam Smith: "I don't know that you want any kind of a sword that I could bring you."

Angelia Caponelli: "Does it have to be a sword?"

Adam Smith: He considers that question.

Reyna Varinia Reíruno: She nods to that, smiling. "I'm down with that. Let's get with the new."

Angelia Caponelli: "What you make it defines what you do with it. Right? It's a symbolic object. Couldn't you as easily make a staff or crown... or something used to defend rather then attack? A... what are those shepherd's staves called?"

Adam Smith: "Somehow I don't see any one battling the forces of evil with the flaming toaster oven of Vengeance."

Angelia Caponelli: "I think the point was... are you using it to fight evil or guide and defend people? You know like we were talking about earlier."

Adam Smith: "Wasn't it you, Angelia, who said we must fight the Dragons in ways they'll not expect? I think they'd laugh themselves off the battlefield if I showed up with a toaster oven."

Angelia Caponelli: She sticks her tongue out at him, "It is what I said but let's be mostly serious here... we could get you a pink gymnastics ribbon too you know. And fuzzy bunny slippers."

Reyna Varinia Reíruno: She smirks. "It'd definitely be something they wouldn't expect. And it would be murder on their English muffin forces."

Adam Smith: "Well, it would certainly work toward my cover as Mas."

Adam Smith: "We'd have to bring popcorn balls for everyone tho."

Angelia Caponelli: She rolls her eyes some, "Seriously? You want a holy toaster?"

Angelia Caponelli: "Oh don't mock the popcorn balls."

Adam Smith: "I'm not mocking them at all."

Reyna Varinia Reíruno: "Seriously, though, she's got a point. Who says it has to be a sword? Why not, say, a quarterstaff, a shield, a net, or even one of those big-ass polearms they used in the Middle Ages to ensnare people?"

Angelia Caponelli: She nods to Reyna. "Or it could even be in several parts. We would reforge the whole thing... a crown, armour, sheild and a staff or something."

Adam Smith: His expression is quite thoughtful, as if they're on a track he'd never have considered, but might prove useful. "I think Jesus won more converts with his loaves and fishes and his water into wine than were won by Allah's sword."

Reyna Varinia Reíruno: "And the big-ass polearm. Don't forget that." She grins.

Angelia Caponelli: "He did."

Angelia Caponelli: She crinkles her nose at Reyna, "I'll have a big ass polearm made for you if you like."

Adam Smith: All of the sudden his eyes get big, and he seems to have remembered something vital. "Silkie's Butterfly Bomb..."

 

Angelia Caponelli: "You want to make one of those again?"

Adam Smith: "No but...it's perfect for the guard of the blade."

Adam Smith: "That would be the Dream...the Will must be the pommel..." He glances around, as if searching for something that would fit the bill.

Angelia Caponelli: "The rock? Do you know where it is?"

Adam Smith: "And the Wolf the Blade..."

Reyna Varinia Reíruno: "A Butterfly Bomb? Tell me that's not literally an exploding moth."

Angelia Caponelli: "I still don't think it should nessesarily be a blade..."

Adam Smith: "Angelia, we're talking about something that needs to cut a metaphysical knot. Of course it needs to be edged."

Adam Smith: He turns to Reyna. "Silkie--the old Silkie--once built a bomb that contained all the loves and joys of those who would contribute to it. And when it was thrown at those who served the Wyrm it would--explode in butterflies."

Reyna Varinia Reíruno: She thinks. "What about a spear? It's edged, but can be used defensively, like a staff."

Angelia Caponelli: She nods a bit to Reyna. "I kinda like that better too."

Reyna Varinia Reíruno: She blinks at the Butterfly Bomb explanation. "Ahh. I see." A grin. "Nice."

Angelia Caponelli: She nods to Reyna, "It was very effective."

Adam Smith: He frowns, not quite able to figure out the puzzle. "If you take it from one side, the Wolf doesn't fit. If you take it from the other, the Will doesn't..."

Reyna Varinia Reíruno: "Or even a bokken? Shape of a katana, but wooden. The spirit of the sword would be thre, but so would the defensive energies. Symbolically, it's perfect."

Angelia Caponelli: She looks to Reyna... then shakes her head, "I think it needs to be metal."

Adam Smith: He looks at Reyna. Then at the fire. Then at Reyna again. "Ironwood..." His brow furrows as he thinks very hard on this.

Angelia Caponelli: She nods to Adam. "Perfect. Where can we get some?"

Adam Smith: "I don't see why it's so important to be strictly defensive. There are times that it is vital to attack. To draw first blood."

Angelia Caponelli: She nods. "That's why we were suggesting weapons... just ones that are... both. A sword is a weapon that was soley created for killing other human beings. Like hand guns. While they have their purposes they have that stigma always."

Adam Smith: "But...Stonewall...didn't he say something about the blood being sacrificed to raise Mas being symbolic? That it was water? The Blood of the City? And Father Manhattan is the Bones..."

Reyna Varinia Reíruno: "That's the beauty of a bokken, Adam. It is a sword. If you hit someone hard enough, it'll draw blood. But you don't HAVE to."

Adam Smith: He looks over Reyna, and nods to her.

Angelia Caponelli: She frowns trying to remember. "It was water... you're right."

Adam Smith: "A wooden bokken. Wood over Metal Monkey." He nods. "What elements are those of this coming Year of the Rooster?"

Angelia Caponelli: "I'm not sure... wood?" She frowns

Adam Smith: "Rooster's Metal, too...Yin Wood over Yin Metal..."

Reyna Varinia Reíruno: "Yin. That's cold, right? Negative?" She seems unsure.

Adam Smith: "I think you're right," he nods. "The sword should be wooden."

Adam Smith: "Yin is feminine. Passive. Water. Yang is masculine. Agressive. Fire. Yang Wood over Yang Metal Monkey. Yin Wood over Yin Metal Rooster."

 

Angelia Caponelli: She blinks at Adam... that just sort of goes over her head.

Reyna Varinia Reíruno: She shares Angelia's look.

Reyna Varinia Reíruno: With a shake of the head, she moves on. "So, it's a wooden sword. Anyone know where to get ironwood, then?"

Adam Smith: He looks at them both, and then frowns. "What it means is, that they are both years in which great upheavals occur. War, natural disasters, calamities of various types. The order of nature is unbalanced when Wood is over Metal. It is the time to Forge because the wood burns to melt he metal."

Adam Smith: "The natural order is for metal to chop wood. Yang wood is wood that is growing. Yin wood is wood that is no longer growing."

Reyna Varinia Reíruno: She nods. "Ahh. Gotcha. So, since the order is unbalanced, it's time for Wood to do the chopping, so to speak."

Angelia Caponelli: She nods slowly, "Alright. So does Mal have anything iron wood here? Or in your apartment?"

Adam Smith: He nods to Reyna. "Yes."

Adam Smith: "We need to go to Mas' house."

Angelia Caponelli: "Alright... Put some pants on. I think I got you a jacket."

Reyna Varinia Reíruno: She reaches up and feels the rat's nest on her head. "Well, then, anyone got a comb? I've got my work cut out for me up here."

Adam Smith: He nods, reaching over and slowly putting on his pants, then putting some socks on. "Reyna could you look down that hallway in Malcolm's room for some shoes? I think his size is close to mine."

Reyna Varinia Reíruno: She nods and gets up, moving to search for some footwear.

Adam Smith: He takes whatever shoes Reyna brings and puts them on, then says "I need to shave. And...change."

Angelia Caponelli: She points to the sneakers she brought, "Got you some."

Angelia Caponelli: "BEfore we go?"

Adam Smith: He nods, walking slowly, with that focused look of the truly drunk. "I can't go outside looking like Fausto. It'll ruin everything."

Angelia Caponelli: She reaches for his arm. "Here... no taking a razor to your face like this. Let me and Rey do it."

Reyna Varinia Reíruno: So, instead of finding shoes, she finds a comb, and starts running it through her tangled hair, wincing when it catches a knot.

Adam Smith: "I need to borrow a kit..." He waves Ang away, almost unbalancing himself with the motion. "I'll meet you over there."

Reyna Varinia Reíruno: She nods at that. "Ang's got a point, Adam. We don't need you shaving down to the muscle, or missing the hair and hitting an artery instead."

Angelia Caponelli: "You can't go by yourself..."

Adam Smith: "I was going to have one of your security dweebs drive me," he says indignantly to Ang. Then to Reyna: "There were entire years of my life I never shaved sober."

Angelia Caponelli: (*GIGGLES!* http://www.apple.com/trailers/wb/corpse_bride/medium.html )

Angelia Caponelli: She frowns at him stiffly. "Do you have a key to the house for us to let ourselves in?"

Reyna Varinia Reíruno: ((Already seen it. Wanna see another AWESOME trailer? Check out the trailer for Sin City. *Drooooooooool...*))

Angelia Caponelli: ((OH I saw!))

Adam Smith: ((dont have QT installed, not about to look at it atm))

Reyna Varinia Reíruno: ((Oh. MY. GOD!!! I will SOOO be seeing that...and Constantine, though I expect Constantine to TOTALLY suck. Anyway...)) She shrugs to Adam. "All right, hon. If you insist..."

Adam Smith: His eyes close. His fingers move as if conducting an invisible orchestra, and then his hand stops, index finger pointing at a spot near Reyna's chin. "Key's behind the fourth shingle down from the porch railing on the left side of the door."