"I will be back," replied Magnus. "Farewell."
He gave a final wave to the petite ice woman and left the building. He felt much better than he had in days, though his heart was still heavy. He thought about Narshawn's words. "Be well, do good." What a profound yet simple mantra. He would remember that phrase, and do his best to make it reality.
He was grateful to Narshawn for letting him unburden his repressed feelings upon her. Magnus knew he would come back to the Ladies by the Lake someday soon, when the time was right.
((OOC: Yes, Magnus will return eventually. I've enjoyed this brief dabbling in RP fiction; it was quite fun. Thanks again for your encouragement, and for the enjoyable stories I've read here.)) 
Beth was carrying the fish to the table, and noticed a second place set. Not only that, but it looked like someone had already started, perhaps they were in the bathroom.
"Sir," she said, approaching from the unoccupied seat side, "I didn't know there would be two. Should I come back for their order?"
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Some distance away, the young women had returned to the Sisters' table. The sound of his song had floated to several ears, two of the blue-robed girls were watching, trying to be inconspicuous. Cinque noticed them sharing glances, speaking quietly.
"Mistresses, what do you think that man is doing?" She stood very near them, stealth a talent she practiced relentlessly. The two girls jumped, surprised.
"Lady, we do not know." One said, sharing her stare between the Guard and the man.
"What do you think?" The young girls failed to notice a darkening of the Native American's brow.
"I think..." the slightly older of the two started.
"Do you know? Can you tell me that you know, young Sister?" Her voice dropped to an icy tone, and the two could not miss her choice of words. Their relaxed seat suddenly straightened, the Sister did not ask kindly, there were phrases the young learned to associate with a lesson.
"No, Lady Cinque, I do not know."
"And yet you speak about him, imagining what you do not know, young Mistress. Is this the way your Mother has taught you?" her voice was barely above a whisper, the entire table had gone stone silent, but the Ladies at the other table continued, knowing what was happening, but ignoring it.
"No, Lady, my Mother has taught me to always seek the truth."
"Gossip brings sorrow, young Mistress. If you ask, you will know the truth. You should go to this man and ask him, if you wish to know. If he chooses to tell you, he will honor you with this knowledge. If he chooses to keep this private, you will honor him in the asking. Is this not the way?"
The young woman would not blush, but her eyes carried her apology. The Order had very strict rules about being open and honest, and as harsh as it may have seemed, the girl would remember this lesson. Every Sister had similar experiences, becoming open with truth and not insulting others.
"Yes, Lady." She stood, as did her co-conspirator. They solemnly walked to the man, and stood until he acknowledged their presence.
"Sir, I am a Sister seeking knowledge, and would ask what you do." She bowed slightly.
Papa Houngan had been intently studying the wood of the bar and chewing his bread when the waitress asked him about his guest's order. "Oh no madame. I dine alone this evening. Thank you." He didn't want to startle this young woman with talk of spirits and offerings in such a place as this. He normally said it was some food he set aside for a friend and left it at that.
Soon after the waitress left the table, he noticed a pair of women the large party approach his table. The younger of the two had a rather humbled look on her face.
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"Sir, I am a Sister seeking knowledge, and would ask what you do." She bowed slightly.
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"Bonswa madames." he said, standing up from his chair. "I would be delighted to tell you what it is I am doing. Please, have a seat." he said as he pulled out the two chairs on either side of him.
"I am Jean-Baptiste Abercrombie, but you can call me John or Papa Houngan. I am from Port Salut, Haiti. I am a houngan priest of vodou...what you might know as voodoo." he waits for their reaction before continuing. "Some people imagine zombi and voodoo dolls when they think of the vodou tradition. Not so. It's about having reverence for nature and ones ancestors through prayer and meditation. If a loa, or spirit of one who has passed beyond choses to favor a vodouisant, then he will find his questions answered and boons granted. With great respect and benediction the loa provide power to the vodou houngans and mambos. So, to answer your curiosity, I offer up bread, salt, and spirits to the loa. They of course, cannot eat, but the remember the scent of worldly nourishment."
He smiled at the women. "I am glad you chose to speak with me. Your journey for knowledge has been furthered, I hope?"
"Thank you sir," the youth stood, touching her forehead in thanks for two reasons. She had not been rebuked by the man, which would have meant Lady Cinque's displeasure and then her Mother's. Lady Gemini was not one to be gentle with those that offended others, and the girl's arms remembered what several hours of chopping wood was like. Second, she had something to look up when they returned to the Island.
"And do you now know what the man was doing?" Cinque watched, standing at the younger women's table. They all knew this was a lesson, and were glad it was not their lesson.
"Lady," she bowed, not even attempting to sit down until she had been allowed by the Sister, "the man gives thanks to his faith, to the spirits he calls loa. He is a priest."
"And so, now you know more than even I about this thing," the girl's eyes went wide for a moment, hearing that Cinque said she was wiser. "You see, Mistress, we all learn new things, every day. Knowledge is life." The taller woman touched the younger girl's head affectionately, touseling her hair to show there was no anger.
"Now, sit and speak about your new wisdom to your Sisters. And if you are unsure, ask, even Narshawn might know more about this."
"Yes, Lady. Thank you." Her smile was small, but she knew that praise came to those who deserved it.
"No thanks," Snap responded with a smile, "I'll just have some of the liquor on the table, and my friend would probably want his bread."
The waitress left us alone again, and Snap's face turned sour. He poured himself a glass and just stared at it for awhile.
"You're a weird person," I said, "You're perhaps the only human with an addiction to Mountain Dew."
"A lot of people have strange habits," Snap responded distantly, "I seem to recall that you fight with a sword."
He had a point; not many androids use a broadsword to fight crime. I had it since I first came online, however, and its importance to me was unmatched.
"Don't diss the weapon that saved your life," I said in good humor.
"I'm not. I'm just saying it's an odd thing for a robot to use."
I removed my lower face-plate to reveal my intake valve. Instead of pouring myself a glass, I went straight for the bottle and plunged it into my "mouth."
Snap just sat there for awhile, eyeing the glass in his hand. He didn't seem all there at the moment, he probably had a lot on his mind.
"What's wrong," I asked.
"Stressed," Snap responded, "I'm just not sure if this is what I wanted out of life."
I knew where this was heading. Snap had struggled with this problem before. He was questioning his worth as a superhero, something that has been his concern since he became one half a year ago. When these moments came along, he prefferred to be left alone.
"Alright," I said, "Call me when dinner gets here."
I got up quickly and scanned the room. Finally deciding to do what Snap suggested earlier, I walked over to a large congregation of women.
"Excuse me," I began gently, "I am officially LGN Product Number One, but I prefer to be called Sparx. I've come to seek what wisdom you could pass to me. I hope I'm not interrupting anything."
Powersets I'd like to see:
Water or Wind-related powers (not just Storm Summoning)
More Minion-types
Demolitions Blast set (and maybe a Specialty Explosives Buff/Debuff) in tribute to the greatest explosives villain ever, Evil Midnight Bomber
"I'm better than I have been," Gertrude cleared up a couple bottles. She was turning to go when a shadow crossed the door, as silent as that.
"Good evening, Gertrude Parras. Did you not see me?" A woman in green, a half mask draped over her lower face, blocked the woman's exit.
"Oh! Miss Gemini," the waitress was startled, almost dropping the tray. The back of Gemini's hand shot out, very fast, and balanced the bottles and tray. Gertrude looked awkward for a moment.
"No, I saw you, but...you looked busy." She distractedly brushed at her hair again, trying to avoid meeting Gemini's eyes. The scar crept out of her sleeve, catching the other woman's attention.
"I am never so busy," one delicate hand stretched out, taking hold of Gertrude's arm. "What is this?" The scar was several weeks old from the look of it, well tended and stitched, but ugly in length.
"Nothing, nothing at all." She tried to prise the arm away, but Gemini's hand was like a gentle vise. She looked at the floor, ashamed.
"Look at me and say this. No, I did not think so. To me tell the getting of this." Anyone looking would have noticed that Gemini's face was not surprised, as though she knew about the scar.
"Miss Jing knows about it all," she whispered, stepping closer. "She helped me get out of the house, I've been staying at her shelter." There was a tremble in the woman's voice, fresh pain, but she had a strong shell.
"I will speak to her, then this was your man's doing?" Steel across stone, fire flashed from the scrapper's eyes.
"Yes, Miss Gemini," her voice was barely audible. "You have watched over me before, you always seem to be there, but we have laws. He will not hurt me again, Miss Jing is getting me help. I am safe, truly." Her eyes pleaded with Gemini, she was afraid, but like many battered women, could not see the truth about him, even now.
"Yes, you are. This I swear. I will walk you to MIss Jing's shelter, this night. We will talk. Wait for me." She bowed, looking at Manion with an aprising glance, and touched her forehead in respect. "Be well." Then she walked back to the gathering, the katana at her back moving with her walk.
Gertrude turned to Manion, "Some people only talk about a guardian angel." Her smile was thin, but in place.
((OOC: Gemini had no anger in her eyes at you Manion, she just sizes up everything in a room by habit.))
Not sure how to return Gemini's greeting, Manion nodded slightly and said, "Thank you. You also."
Then he turned to Gertrude. His eyes were filled with disbelief and anger over what he had overheard. He may not have known Gertrude, but that didn't change the fact that something wrong was happening.
He leaned back against the pool table, not as much interested in the game anymore. He wasn't going to press the issue about her scar, it sounded like she would have to talk about that later, probably more than she wanted to. But she still looked a little shaken.
"Guardian angels? Yeah, some people only talk about them. Thats just 'cause they're afraid to admit that they might need help. I think everyone's got one, and anyone can be one. Most people don't realize that though. Looks like you've got a few on your shoulder, I hope you can see that. Don't be ashamed to let them help you." he stopped for a moment, and a seriousness that hadn't been seen on him before crept across his face. Here was a good person that needed help. The man became the hero.
"You have a restraining order out on him I hope. I won't get involved, looks like thats pretty well covered, but if you haven't done that yet you should." he stopped, fearing he might make her uncomfortable.
His face softened. The hero became the man again.
"I'm not sure if there is anything I can do to help that the Sisters aren't already doing, but I'm going to make the offer anyway. If you need anything, even if it's just someone to talk to, let me know." he smiled lightly, trying to ease the tension a little.
He stood, back against the table, his cue resting next to him on his left. His arms and legs were crossed in front of him, and he was watching Gertrude, trying to think of a way to get her to smile again.
((OOC: The attention Manion is giving to Gertrude isn't from an attraction in the same way he is attracted to Beth. He is, however, a sucker for the 'damsel in distress'. Which you probably guessed already. If he can't offer help directly he will still try to make her feel better.))
Falcon had been mainly talking to two of the Sisters, in a discreet tone, to avoid disturbing the others; she had just completed a phrase, when she heard Sparx voice; she turned her head toward him, red long hair swaying on her shoulders following the movement, and looked at him with genuine, unhidden curiosity in her eyes.
[OOC Sparx: could you give me a better description of yourself, please? after all, now the prying eyes of a lady are watching you closely... ]
Tre turned from welcoming Gal, looking at the apparently mechanical man. She looked him up and down, not something she often dealt with.
"I am sorry... Sparx," the name seemed to come slowly, no salutation or prefix, no mister requested. "What would you know?"
((OOC: The Sisters rarely deal with non-organic people, and it will throw several off their stride. Tre especially will be unsure how to address him, or whether he understands the Sisters' values, being mechanical. I will play them that way, but don't take it as being put off, just the way a totally natural society that reveres life would react. Plus, the Sisters are somewhat Luddite in their beliefs, that machines are not necessarily better.))
((OOC: I understand his attention, I was trying to get it! 
))
Gertrude pulled her sleeves down, buttoning them, even though this was uncomfortable.
"I think Gemini will have plenty to say, she thinks she owes me for something. Since Miss Jing got me out of the house, I've been staying at her shelter. She takes care of lots of mothers and their kids, battered women, you know. Should have left that ba***rd before. It isn;t easy for a woman." She stopped abruptly, realizing this was just some customer.
"Uh, sorry, not your business." She quickly gathered the remnants of the tray. "I'll be back in a bit, check on you."
She was very obviously nervous, a maybe a little ashamed that Manion had overheard. Hurrying out of the pool room, she barely paused before going into the kitchens.
((OOC: She will tell Manion what it's about, but probably need a little time. Gemini has a way of hitting right at the heart of a matter. Thank you for the offer, Manion, she'll be back, and Beth knows nothing of Gertrude's plight.))
(OOC: Heh, Sparx kind of subscribes to the same belief.)
I was nervous in a way. I was not one who started conversations, and now here I was trying to ask them questions. I was also unsure about how they would take my curiosity about their religion.
"Well," I began, wondering where to start, "Theology is a hobby of mine. I have keen interest in matters of the soul for, hopefully, obvious reasons."
I lifted my mechanical hand to demonstrate my life's condition.
"I was built," I said staring at my hand, "not born, and something about that fact unsettles me. The world seems so different to me..."
I paused for a few moments, lost in that thought.
"Anyway," I said, returning to the subject, "I guess we could start off from whether or not your faith has a belief in the soul, and we could continue from there."
Powersets I'd like to see:
Water or Wind-related powers (not just Storm Summoning)
More Minion-types
Demolitions Blast set (and maybe a Specialty Explosives Buff/Debuff) in tribute to the greatest explosives villain ever, Evil Midnight Bomber
"You're right, Im sorry. It's not my business. I shouldn't have pried."
He could tell that this was a touchy subject for her, and he was upset at himself for not letting it go earlier.
"But its good that you have help, for whatever reasons." He wasn't sure what else to say. He wasn't going to bring it up again. She would mention it if she felt she needed to. The last thing Manion wanted to do was make her uncomfortable and distract her. Her job was already hard enough without him causing problems.
He watched her head to the kitchen, stopping to compose herself before she went through the doors. He chided himself again, shaking his head, for butting in.
As he chalked the tip of his cue, he looked towards the dining area. He thought he had heard Gal's voice and hoped everything had gone well for her this evening.
When Gertrude came back, she looked a little better, but sill appeared nervous. She asked Manion again, if he needed anything and he replied, "Yes please. A refill on the cola, and I think a shot of vodka too. Grey Goose if you have it. If not then whatever your house vodka is." He looked at her again for a moment. It looked like he was about say something. Another apology was in his eyes, but he stopped, thinking it best to just drop it.
"A soul," she started, "we believe that every living thing has a spirit, that every thing in nature is equal. Whether bird or deer, we all begin the same. I would suppose that having a soul is the same."
She looked several times at the other Sisters, but paid attention to this person, or machine, she had not decided.
"But you were built, you say. I do not understand these things. Simple machines, yes. Computers and the like, they are not my skill." She was curious. "You have no blood, no heart? Is your skin metal?"
"Now, don't feel sorry for me," she had her chin out, some red around her eyes. "I shouldn't have talked to Gemini so close. When I said it wasn't your business, I just meant you probably got better things to do than listen to some sob story about me.
"Short of it is, my old man used to beat me. I got two kids, and he makes fair money, better than I could. Hard to move when you can't put food in your kid's mouths. Miss Jing," her voice softened, "she knew, somehow, what was up. Never seen her before, then she shows up while Mike was at the bar, gets me and the kids out. Now I'm here." Her voice was quiet, talking about it made her feel somewhat better, but troubling some hero over it...he had better things to do.
Gal was greeting several of the Sisters, some of the younger one's standing around her, a little awe in their eyes.
"Lady Waspe, Lady Thorn," she bowed properly, greeting those of rank. "The accomodations and food are acceptable?"
"Child," Thorn said, "You have done very well. You have a beautiful place, and my tables seem to be holding up well."
"You are very kind." Gal's choice of words and speech changed noticeably among these women. "The Lady sends her greetings and wishes."
"How is your partner, and your's Mistress?" Thorn directed the question to Gal and Bubbles.
"The Lady says they are well, but have been in an accident. She understands time and distance, some a' what she told us," she shook her head somewhat sadly, "I don' claim to understand. She says they are on another world, and that they have a purpose there."
"She would not have spoken to you if she did not know these things. Now, sit. Miss Falcon and Lupa were just discussing a possible visit to the Island."
Gal's eyebrows rose.
"You misunderstand me." he said quietly. "But you don't know me so that's ok, I don't mind. But lets clear a few things up so that we don't end up on the wrong side of things." He put the cue on the table, and leaned over it. His head was down. Not wanting to be taken the wrong way, he chose his next words carefully.
"I didn't offer to help because I feel sorry for you. I offered to help because that's what I do. I see hurt and I want to make it go away. I feel sorry that these things are happening to you. I admire the fact that you haven't given up. It shows you have the pride and strength that a lot of people in your position can't seem to find. All I was offering was an ear or a shoulder, in the hopes that maybe I could help you feel a little better." He paused and looked up at her.
"Now, as to whether or not I have better things to do... let me be the judge of that. If I didn't care I wouldn't have asked. I know you probably see me as another busy hero, too involved with bigger things. A lot of people do. Maybe I wasn't supposed to hear what I did, but what kind of hero would I be if I just walked away and pretended to not notice. What kind of a man would that make me?
"Now, so you understand me a little better, let me share something with you. I wasn't born a hero. I used to be a normal person, just like you. I made a few mistakes, but was given a second chance. My powers aren't even really mine." he pulled up his left sleeve, revealing a winding tatoo. An eastern style dragon that went around his bicep. "This may look familiar, maybe not. Its a Tsoo design, done with their special ink. I've got another just like it on my other arm, and a few more. Without these I'm just another normal guy who knows Martial Arts." he pulled his sleeve back down and continued.
"I hated the person I was when I 'earned' this 'gift'. It's a little complicated, but the short of it is, I got caught like every other criminal in Paragon. One of the heros must have seen something in me, because I was given a choice not many others got. I could join the good guys as a hero, or join the bad guys in jail. It's probably the oldest cliche in Paragon City, but I'm the kid that lost his parents and ended up in the wrong crowd, and is now doing everything he can to try and make up for all the mistakes he made."
"I never have anything better to do. Even something as simple as making someone smile is a huge deal to me."
He looked up and gave a weak smile. "There, now we're even. One sob story for another."
((OOC: That's the abridged version. Manion knows Gertrude is on the clock, so he skimmed over some details. If you want to know more, just ask. ))
"You sound nice, always a minute too late for the nice guys." Her lower lip formed a pout, but her eyes told Manion it was for show. "I know you and Beth, well, you walked her home." No more than that, she wasn't rude.
"I'd tell you the whole story, but it wouldn't take five minutes. Makes me feel better to know there are heroes watching out for girls like Beth. Make sure she doesn't go down the same road I did."
She sighed, feeling better, a little and patted Manion's hand on the table. "She doesn't know, best if it stays that way. Gal's gonna close the doors soon, I'll tell Beth to get her jacket. I can clean for her tonight, have to wait for Gemini anyway. You don't cross that woman."
((OOC: Manion, she'll tell her tale, but it will take time. Somehow I will pry your story out, too.))
The compliment and the contact made him blush a little, but he smiled.
"Thank you. Believe it or not it means a lot to me. I'd trade every badge I've ever got to hear that more often." As he talked he gathered up the billiard balls.
"As far as Beth goes, I could never..." he paused for a second, looking at Gertrudes arm, and decided to rephrase the sentence. "I wont let that happen to her. You don't have to worry about that. And don't worry about what you told me. That stays here, at this table, between us.
"Now what do I owe ya for the drinks. And don't give me some story about a magical disappearing tab. I'm already putting up with that from two women. One 'cause I like her, and the other 'cause she's bigger than me. Even if you give me a hard time about this, I'll still find a way." he said with smile.
((OOC: Like I said, Im not rushing her story out. Talk all the time she needs. And mine won't take much prying, just have to give him enough time to get it all out, and ask the right questions. 
))
Falcon smiled to Gal, and greeted her only after the Sisters had done it before her. It seemed right somehow. She had decided not to ask about Gal's mistress and partner, it seemed a complicated matter and one that pained her greatly; perhaps it wasn't the right time to ask her to go over the whole story again.
"Hello, Gal." she nodded "Yes, I will come to your island as soon as I can: after all the lovely things I have heard about it, and after I have been so kindly invited by the sisterhood, how could I refuse such an opportunity?" her smile was warm, her skin was lightened by the delicate white rays of her aura, dancing on her hair and brightly reflecting on her headpiece.
Falcon was also watching the metal person, curiosity in her eyes again; she had seen those things around the city, running around to do some task, but she had never thought before that they could talk and think: she had thought they were only robots, automatons or similar, programmed to do something and simply doing it.
Its voice seemed the voice of a male, but... it wasn't a "he", was he? After all, it... or he?... had been built, he said. While she so thought, her eyes looked at its groin with an innocent question in her mind: why a male voice if it wasn't a male?
"Are you a it or a he?" asked her, deciding that only looking at its groin wouldn't have helped her deciding.
[OOC she has no malice, she's just perhaps even less used to androids and cyborgs than sisters are ]
She passed across the paper tab, one she kept in her apron and ran as the patron asked. It made sure nothing got forgotten, and was a receipt at the same time. Gal didn't care for computers.
"The rest might lose your bill, but not me. I got kids to feed." She winked at him, "Oh, and couseling is an extra ten percent on the top."
Her laugh told him she was joking.
"Here," he said, taking the money out of his wallet, and placing it in her hand, "this should cover it."
She may have only been joking about the extra ten percent, but he didn't hesitate to add it in anyway. He didn't give her so much that she would consider not taking it, but it was still probably more than she expected.
"If I had known the therapy was gonna be so cheap, I'd have come looking for it a long time ago. Might have to come back for another session." he said with a wink.
Her laughed seemed to change the mood of the room. He felt better hearing it, knowing that she must be feeling better too. The tension and heaviness of the earlier conversation was gone, and Manion was glad that he wouldn't have that hanging over him later when he walked Beth home.
Once the tab was settled, Manion put the cue back on the wall, and took the billiard balls back over to Narshawn.
He found a table in the corner facing the dining area, and sat to wait.
((OOC: Lets see ya sneak up on me now. 
))
Gertrude walked throught the kitchens, in the door at the bar, and shortly after through the one facing the dining room. Beth was seeing to a table where an android had just risen and walked to the Sisters. The bar waitress cruised around a moment, until Beth was on her way, then caught up to her quickly. Manion could see they spoke a moment, Gertrude pointing to his table and Beth nodding.
The next stop for Gertrude was Gal, Beth walked to the kitchens and in the door. Gertrude waited a moment, Gal was bent and hugging a young girl in blue, then she spoke to the tall woman. More head nodding, and a sweeping gesture from Gal.
A minute later, Beth emerged from the kitchen, carrying a jacket and her purse. She waved to Gal, acknowledged by a pushing motion, and then quickly headed to Manion's table.
"Hey, what did you say to Gertrude? She told me to leave early, and not come back without you," she laughed. "So, Gal's closing up, I saw Martin grabbing the keys in back. If you want some dessert, you better get it now."
((OOC: Attention, Attention. Gal's will be closing this afternoon for the evening. Same as last time, the doors close, you can keep up your conversations as you like, but assume the place closes and opens at the same time in real life. Lets some start an adventure but makes time flow. I hope I haven't scared off anyone, it's getting slim in the bar!))
"What did I say? Just that I was waiting for you, so I could walk you home. She must just be in a hurry to get me outta here." He smiled, indicating it was just a joke.
"Ahh... dessert... well, lemme tell you a secret." He leaned over and lowered his voice. "Honestly, the whole dessert thing was just a ploy to get you to sit and talk with me. I know! How horrible, the deception! Sorry." He laughed and continued. "Anyway, now that the horrible secret is out, I hope you can forgive me. Pie or no pie, it's really up to you, and if you'd rather leave now that's fine too. Let me know, I'm easy to get along with."
I had noticed the red-haired female looking at me, and it made me uncomfortable the way she was staring at me. I have no idea why, but I had this feeling that I was being stripped apart.
"Um," I said, shaky in my answer, "Technically, I'm an it."
I began to think of an explanation.
"However, it was decided that my product line, designed for urban patrol and rescue, would be better at their job if they were more capable at human relations. So we were given some very human qualities such as a humanoid voice and build. About half of my product line could be considered 'male' at a glance."
"As for myself," I said, "I've always considered myself a male, mostly due to my build and personality. You can think of me as a guy if it is easier for you."
I turned back to the other woman.
"Anyway, yes my 'skin' is metal, though I'd like to make the statement that my machinery is not 'simple.' I'm a very complicated piece of machinery. Heck, I'm even equipped with artificial-mechanical cells."
"See," I began with some annoyance, "that's my problem with life. People see me as an object, nothing more than a tool. Few people ever see me as an intelligent being capable of thought and feeling. And who can blame them?"
I placed my hand on the surface of the table in front of me.
"I experience the world so differently when compared to living things. This table, for example. You can feel that it is smooth. However, I cannot. Sensors in my hands can tell me its smooth, but I can't feel it."
"I'm unable to do things most humans do, and it disturbs me in some way."
"Well," I said, "Sorry to get off subject there. How about an afterlife? What do you believe happens after death?"
(OOC: Legion's got a bit of a mood swing. He can go from depressing to chipper to deranged at times.)
Powersets I'd like to see:
Water or Wind-related powers (not just Storm Summoning)
More Minion-types
Demolitions Blast set (and maybe a Specialty Explosives Buff/Debuff) in tribute to the greatest explosives villain ever, Evil Midnight Bomber
The sound of Gal's voice startled Papa Houngan a bit. He turned and looked up at the giant of a woman. He removed his hat and shook her outstretched hand. "Thank you for your hospitality madame. I am hoping my clothing is suitable for such a fine place." he said, looking down at his misfit ensemble.
Beth lead John to his table and gave him a menu, but he was too busy admiring his surroundings to hear the nightly specials. There were many patrons, some of which seemed to be celebrating a special occasion.
The menu was filled with a huge selection, but he had his eye set on the Grilled Salmon. Growing up in Haiti, he was always near the water, so he loved fish. For a drink, he would ask if they had any Mount Gay Extra Old Rum from Barbados.
When the bread came, he cut off a few slices and put it on a plate directly across the table from him. He sung a quiet song as he placed the bread down. He took the salt grinder on the table and added some salt to the plate. When his rum arrived he asked for an empty shot glass. He took a small portion of the rum, and placed the larger glass along side the plate. In the few restaurants he had been in since he arrived in Paragon, this ritual of his caused a few heads to turn. He didn't mind. It was all a part of being connected to the spirit world. The flame from the candle on his table flickered a bit. He proceeded to eat his bread and drink his rum, thinking of the juicy fish he ordered.