09-22-2014

The Monster Behind the Mask

Someone gives Aphelion (Mystical) the Coin of the Elements.

Aphelion gossips (in common), 'thank you, Alcide'.

Aphelion tells Foghair (in common), 'please come to Mish'.

Foghair arrives from above.
Foghair bounces into the room.

Foghair smiles happily.

Aphelion gives (Mystical) the Coin of the Elements to Foghair.

Foghair says (in common), 'Pleased to make your acquanntance'.
Foghair says (in common), 'acqunt... acquaint...'.
Foghair says (in common), 'acquaintance'.

Foghair smiles happily.

Foghair says (in common), 'thank you! I must run. But when I get back I'll dig up a mage to get me up to remove one of these'.
Foghair looks at his symbols.

Foghair gets a still-warm chocolate chip cookie from a saddlebag.

Aphelion bows formally.

Foghair eats a still-warm chocolate chip cookie.

Foghair gets a still-warm chocolate chip cookie from a saddlebag.

Foghair says (in common), 'cookie?'.

Aphelion looks at Foghair:

What is there to say about a newly minted bard?

He does hope to be a cunning linguist someday.
Foghair has a special twinkle in his eye.
Foghair is in perfect health.

Foghair says (in common), 'Still warm...'.

Aphelion says (in common), 'I am unable to indulge.'.

Foghair nibbles a cookie, 'not poison...'

Aphelion licks the points of her fangs.

Foghair blinks.
Foghair nods.

Foghair says (in common), 'Ahem perhaps... when I'm older... well...'.
Foghair nods.

Foghair looks at Aphelion:

A calm, closed expression casts an icy shadow over the unusually lovely
features of this soldier. Her movements hold more leonine strength than
a gazelle's grace. Lush garnet lips are barely parted by the protrusion
of sharp fangs, silvery eyes darkened to steel gray with Hunger unsated.
Her long, crimson-streaked black hair is bound in a single braid to keep
it out of her face in combat or when she Feeds.


Foghair says (in common), 'Oh! It's true. Masks really are coming back.'.
Foghair nods to himself.

Aphelion says (in common), 'Everyone will be wearing one soon '.

Foghair nods in recognition to her.

Aphelion says (in common), 'they're quite comfortable'.

Foghair says (in common), 'I myself am often surprised at life's little quirks.'.

Aphelion says (in common), 'though one cannot really trust anyone who wears one '.

Foghair says (in common), 'Oh I don't know about that. You seem a very trustworthy sort'.

Aphelion slides the mask off and regards him.

Foghair looks at Aphelion.
Foghair gulps.

Foghair mumbles, 'was just being polite... you really are very scary'

Aphelion smiles sadly, her shoulders slumping for the briefest moment. "Aye."

Foghair says (in common), 'Just trying to use humor to lighten the mood. Could I play you a song?'.

Aphelion bows with military crispness. "There is no need."

Foghair nods.

Ghazkull sits down and thinks deeply.

Aphelion slides the mask back on.

Foghair beams a smile at Ghazkull.

Ghazkull makes a complicated-looking gesture.
Ghazkull twiddles his thumbs and a ball of bright red light appears.

Foghair grins to himself. What IS he thinking about...?!

Ghazkull makes a complicated-looking gesture.
Ghazkull draws a funny looking rune on a ball of bright red light.

Foghair says (in common), '### [Somewhere, Aphelion slides the mask back on.]'.

Foghair grins to himself. What IS he thinking about...?!

Foghair says (in common), '### [Somewhere, Ghazkull 's head twitches slightly as the Angel leans in to whisper something in his ear]'.

Aphelion's demeanor hardens once more as her features are concealed.

Foghair says (in common), 'Trying to make a feedback loop'.

Foghair looks closely at Ghazkull.
Foghair says (in common), 'There's a reverb knob there somewhere'.

Foghair tentatively reaches out... but stops.
Foghair says (in common), 'And... I'm talking to myself again'.

Aphelion says (in common), 'No'.

Foghair blinks.

Aphelion says (in common), 'He's just made of night-breezes and smoke. Here a moment then unseen the next'.

Foghair says (in common), 'How does one miss the vampire in the room?'.
Foghair shakes his head, clearing out the cobwebs.

Foghair nods.

Aphelion says (in common), 'Because that is one way he Hunts. I, being what I am, prefer a direct approach.'.

Aphelion looks at Foghair.

Foghair smiles, eyes just a touch wide.
Foghair bows formally, eyes down.

Foghair says (in common), 'Thank you again, for your kindness. And the mask really does suit you. Quite lovely.'.

Aphelion shifts her weight slightly forward, breathing in his scent.

Aphelion says (in common), 'You are welcome, Foghair.'.

Foghair shifts and carefully tries to cover a gulp.
Foghair smiles happily and waves.
Foghair leaves up.
### Foghair has quit.