Week 3."

Proteus454 has entered the room.
InfinHorizon has entered the room.
Proteus454: Huzzah
LordHighRikonian: welcome
InfinHorizon: Yippe
InfinHorizon: E
LordHighRikonian: OK. Proty, you recall what happened last week?
Proteus454: Nope. I don't believe I was there.
Proteus454: Unless you eman "Last time we played"
LordHighRikonian: oh yeah. 2 weeks ago
LordHighRikonian: OK, is it safe to assume you'd be at the club the next day?
Proteus454: Where else?
Proteus454: So, what' going down at the club?
LordHighRikonian: right now, not much
LordHighRikonian: not many people there today
LordHighRikonian: real quiet
Proteus454: Stylin'
LordHighRikonian: so you are able to hear someone outside. Sounds like he hurt himself or something
Proteus454: Certainly a busy week...Perhaps I'll get some business yet?
Proteus454: *Crosses over to the door, and cases the outside*
LordHighRikonian: you see an odd looking guy. Grey hair and grey eyes. Wearing a trenchcoat and fedora pulling himself up off the street
Proteus454: Does he appear to be obviously injured?
LordHighRikonian: a little injured
InfinHorizon: *Dusting myself off*
LordHighRikonian: doesn't look to be severely injured tho
InfinHorizon: *Checking my injuries*
Proteus454: "Are you alright sir? Do you require any kind of assistance?"
InfinHorizon: "Uhm...Do you know what today's date is?"
InfinHorizon: TB: Nice guy, I can't be in Century Station
Proteus454: "It is...*Checks his watch* November the 18th, a Sunday in the year 2001, Common Era"
InfinHorizon: TB: Wow!! 46 days!!
InfinHorizon: (For the record TB - thought Balloon)
LordHighRikonian: ok
LordHighRikonian: thanx
InfinHorizon: "Hmm. Must have been some woman"
Proteus454: (Gotcha I just use italics for TBs)
InfinHorizon: "And Where am I?"
Proteus454: *Cocks an eyebrow* "Sounds as if you could use a drink. Come inside, I'm buying."
Proteus454: "You are, sir, in Cascade City. Not two hours travel from the famous Century Station."
InfinHorizon: "You don't say? I think I'll take you up on that drink"
Proteus454: "Excellent. By the way," *Extends his hand* "I don't believe we've been introduced."
InfinHorizon: *Grabs his hand* "Erik Tremble"
InfinHorizon: *Checks to see if he still has his cell phone*
Proteus454: Erik Tremble...Hmmm...
Proteus454: "...You don't say? Anyhow, I'm Micheal Ibn-Daflan, Attoryney At Law (My card)."
Proteus454: Er, Fadlan, sorry
InfinHorizon: "I see"
InfinHorizon: "Could you Give me amoment?"
Proteus454: "Certainly"
InfinHorizon: *Takes out the phone and inspects it*
InfinHorizon: *Makes his call*
InfinHorizon: *Mutters something in Russian under his breath*
InfinHorizon: *Hangs up*
InfinHorizon: "This isn't my day"
InfinHorizon: "I really could use that drink"
Proteus454: "Indeed"
Proteus454: *Opens the door, holding open as he goes through* "This club tends to be a bit...exciting...but tonight looks to be rather quiet."
InfinHorizon: *Goes over his wounds to see if they are healing as he walks to the bar*"I could use a quiet moment or two."
InfinHorizon: "Three even"
LordHighRikonian: the cuts are sealing up
Proteus454: "As could we all in this troubled times..." *To barkeep* "Yes, I'll have my usual, thanks."
InfinHorizon: TB: Thank god for Regenerative abilities
InfinHorizon: "I'll have a Scotch. Neat."
Proteus454: *Sips* "So, Mr. tremble, what brings you to our fair burg?"
InfinHorizon: "Not much, just business."
LordHighRikonian: the barkeep slides teh scotch over
Proteus454: "I hear that."
InfinHorizon: "What kind of law do you practice, Mr. Ibn-Daflan?"
Proteus454: (Fadlan) "Well...Whatever I'm called upon to undertake, really.Though you might say I specialize in...international affairs."
InfinHorizon: "I've had a few of those, believe it or not. But their husbands usually make it more trouble than it's worth." *Smiles*
Proteus454: *Laughs loudly* "Hehehe..."
InfinHorizon: "Maybe I'll tell you more about that subject sometime. So, what sort of interesting things have been going on here?"
Proteus454: "Well, this partcular club has been the site of many interesting incidents involving Augments. Three in as many days, as I recall."
Proteus454: "The second or third involved the former owner of this bar, who was an augment himself. A rather nasty way to go, as I recall."
InfinHorizon: "Augments? There's a term I haven't heard in a few dec...years"
Proteus454: "The only fitting term, in my honest opinion. After all, the range of superbeings in the world is so broad that only a similarly broad label would ever suffice"
InfinHorizon: "Perhaps, but I've found that broad generalizations are a form of ignorance to be avoided. After all, if you lack complete knowledge about the dangers we face in the world these days, you lack...." *Blanks out for a second* "...
InfinHorizon: "...Victory"
Proteus454: *Nods sagely*
InfinHorizon: *Staggers Back* "Whoah"
Proteus454: "...Are you alright?"
InfinHorizon: "Give me a few moments to consider it" *checks his legs*
InfinHorizon: "OK, I think"
Proteus454: "How are you holding up? Are those injuries causing you any trouble?"
InfinHorizon: TB: When did I become Clairvoyant? Was that the future I saw, or the missing piece of the puzzle?
Proteus454: I wonder if this fellow is on controlled substances?
InfinHorizon: *Checks his injuries* "They'll be fine. I had worse when I ran into....a street gang in Tokyo."
Proteus454: "You don't say? Much to tell about that?"
InfinHorizon: TB: If that's the best way to describe a psycho immortal from WWII rising from the grave and almost nuking Japan!
InfinHorizon: "No, not really."
Proteus454: "Never is, is there?" *Smiles* "How long ago was that? Have you ever thought of pursuing legal damages? You could make a killing."
InfinHorizon: "I did, after a fashion"
Proteus454: "Good for you." *Finishes his drink, orders another*
InfinHorizon: TB: Beheading the bastard with the sword of my murdered mentor
InfinHorizon: "Have you ever had any interesting cases?"
Proteus454: "Well, I was approached by Dee En Ay to act as his representant suring a heated exchange with several rivals of his, but believe he managed to straighten that out on his own."
Proteus454: "Sadly, much of my work so far has been very much of the 'Run-Of-The-Mill' variety"
InfinHorizon: "Dee En Ay, whom is that?
InfinHorizon: "
Proteus454: "He is a rapper, I believe. One of several superpowered individuals who have carved themselves a niche in the music industry as the musical mouthpiece for mutants, magic-users, psychics and the like."
InfinHorizon: "Hmm...personally, I've never been fond of rap. I prefer the piano."
Proteus454: "Hahahaha...yeah."
InfinHorizon: "I actually play it, when I find the time...sometimes it seems like it's been years"
Proteus454: "Troubled times, my friend...Troubled times."
LordHighRikonian: The bartender is reading the paper. "Holy shit! Someone robbed the frickin' morgue yesterday!"
InfinHorizon: "There's been worse. I personally found the Cuban Missle Crisis to be more tense....or so I've read"
Proteus454: "Oh yes? I had heard rumours to that effect myself. What does it say?"
InfinHorizon: "That's rather morose? Does it say who's corpse was stolen?"
LordHighRikonian: "Oh, according to this article, a bunch of bodies were swiped. No real specifics, but apparently the FBI got called in"
LordHighRikonian: "All it says is that more than one corpse showed up missing"
InfinHorizon: "Hmm...."
InfinHorizon: "Does it say exactly how many?"
LordHighRikonian: "No. a lot of details are being kept quiet apparently."
Proteus454: "That's never a good sign."
LordHighRikonian: "BUt you don't normally get creepy crime like that here. usually it's a bank job or somesuch"
InfinHorizon: "Oh really?" *Smiles as he tips his fedora forward*
InfinHorizon: TB: Jackpot! Looks like the company wants me on this one.
LordHighRikonian: a senile looking old guy in a pinstripe suit gets up off of his stool
Proteus454: "There HAS been some very starnge happenings recently. The teleporting cowboy assassins, now the dead bodies being stolen..."
LordHighRikonian: "The time is at hand! The gates are opening!"
LordHighRikonian: Then he sits back down again
InfinHorizon: *Looks at old guy for a moment, and then walks to him*
LordHighRikonian: the guy turns around. "Huh? What do you want?"
Proteus454: "Gates? Oh boy..." *Follows Erik*
LordHighRikonian: bartender: "Hey, leave him alone. You won't get anything. He's psychic but he's got that oldtimer's disease thing"
InfinHorizon: *To the Barkeep* "Don't worry"
Proteus454: *Just stands back a bit, taking the situation in*
InfinHorizon: *goes to the old man* "What time is it, sir? What gates are opening?"
LordHighRikonian: "Huh? What gates? What are you talking about?"
LordHighRikonian: the old guy glances at Erik. "You don't BELONG here!"
InfinHorizon: "Sir, you just said 'The gates are opening, the time is at hand"
LordHighRikonian: "Oh, the time? It's 3:37"
InfinHorizon: "Perhaps, but perhaps I need to be here."
LordHighRikonian: "Nurse, are you here to scrape my feet?"
Proteus454: *Puts his hand on Erik's shoulder* "Mr. tremble, I think we should leave him be with his rapidly deteriorating mental condition"
InfinHorizon: *Looks at the old man with an expression of sheer determination, as though he could make him talk through raw willpower. "Sir, I need to know what's happening"
LordHighRikonian: the old guy kicks his shoes off
LordHighRikonian: "What's happening, Nurse, is that no one has come in to scrape my feet yet"
Proteus454: *Gritting his teeth, trying valiantly to containa laughing fit*
InfinHorizon: *Staggers back, dazed for a second*
Proteus454: "Are you SURE you're alright?"
InfinHorizon: "Fine, just give me a second"
InfinHorizon: TB: Blast! What the devil is wrong with me?
InfinHorizon: *Deeply inhales as though he was drowning a moment ago*
Proteus454: Here we go again...Another wild night
InfinHorizon: *Shakes his head* "I'm heading to the morgue, care to join me?"
Proteus454: "Certainly. They know me there, I believe."
InfinHorizon: "Do you have a car? I left mine back in Madrid"
LordHighRikonian: OK, the two of you head over to the morgue. Some large plastic patches are affixed to the wall
Proteus454: "Yes I do. let's go."
Proteus454: (So we're there now. Right.)
InfinHorizon: *inspecting the patches, to see if the holes in the wall were caused by explosions or concussive force*
LordHighRikonian: a guy ina suit runs up to you
LordHighRikonian: "Hey, get away fromt here, that's evide..."
LordHighRikonian: "Hey, Murray, get over here!"
LordHighRikonian: another guy in a suit runs over there
LordHighRikonian: the first guy looks very nervous
Proteus454: "My name is Micheal Ibn-Fadlan, Attorney At Law (My card). My associate here, Mr. Erik Tremble, and I need to examine this building on very important matters."
LordHighRikonian: Murray reaches the first fed
LordHighRikonian: He poitns at Erik. "Hey, is that...?"
LordHighRikonian: "Yeah. Your name is Erik Tremble?"
InfinHorizon: "Yes, it is."
Proteus454: "..."
LordHighRikonian: "I think you need to come with us"
InfinHorizon: "And why might that be?
InfinHorizon: "
Proteus454: "Sir, as a legal advisor, I can tel you that this man does not need to go ANYWHERE unless you have official jurisdiction"
LordHighRikonian: "Hey, this guy is persona non grata."
LordHighRikonian: Murray chimes in with "yeah, that's usually the way the law treats it when you die"
LordHighRikonian: "So, where are the others?"
InfinHorizon: "Sir, I don't think it requires someone of exceptional deductive talent to determine the fact that I'm very much not dead."
Proteus454: "Aha! So you ARE THE Erik Tremble, formerly of Transdim Corp?"
LordHighRikonian: The fed pulls a list out of his pocket. "Erik Tremble. DOA after a lab explosion"
InfinHorizon: "Uhmm...Excuse me, NOT DEAD!, and What is this Transdim Corp you're talking about?"
LordHighRikonian: "Where are the others?"
InfinHorizon: "Others? What others? I believe I require an explanation here"
Proteus454: "Sirs, sirs, calm down. It appears that reports of his death have been grossly exagerrated..."
LordHighRikonian: "According to the reports, his head was almost severed. I'd say he was dead"
Proteus454: "Yes. ALMOST. It's still attached."
InfinHorizon: "Perhaps this unfortunate dead man had the same name as myself."
Proteus454 has left the room.
InfinHorizon: TB: Great, my other dimensional self is a corpse
LordHighRikonian: Hmm. proty had to run off
LordHighRikonian: lemme think for a second here
LordHighRikonian: OK. I think we can proceed briefly with me NPCing him, if you want
InfinHorizon: Sure, but I just want to finish before 8, if that's cool
LordHighRikonian: ok
LordHighRikonian: Proty: "Yeah, it's the same name. I'm sure there are several Erik Trembles"
InfinHorizon: "And do I look like the body condom wearing type that can naturally come back from the dead?"
LordHighRikonian: Fed: "Hold on a second" the fed pulls out a small PDA and holds it up. You both can see a listing for Erik Tremble that, except for the hair and eye color, looks just like you
InfinHorizon: "Ok, a close resemblence, but as you can see, these aren't contacts" *Points to eyes*
LordHighRikonian: "Do the others also have grey hair and eyes? Is that a side effect?"
InfinHorizon: *Note, if this were my other dimensional self, and he doesn't have powers, he'd be fifty years old"
LordHighRikonian: Proty: "You do not have to answer these questions without a warrant"
InfinHorizon: *Take out his ID* "That's not me, officers. The man you accuse me of being is my son, and I'm just here trying to find out what YOU BASTARDS LET HAPPEN TO HIM"
LordHighRikonian: "Ha ha, very funny. His dad would be in his 50's or something"
InfinHorizon: "And the grey hair isn't convincing?"
LordHighRikonian: Proty: "yeah, he's obviously just had a facelift"
InfinHorizon: *Quivers in mock rage* "I can't believe what you are doing to me? Hasn't this day been enough" *Collapses to his knees*
LordHighRikonian: Another agent walks up to you. "What's going on here?"
LordHighRikonian: The first fed says: "THis is Erik Tremble. The DEAD Erik Tremble"
InfinHorizon: *To the other man, looking distraught* "Please, sir. Tell me what's happened to my son?"
LordHighRikonian: THe third fed glares at you. lasers project from his eyes onto your face, as if they are scanning it
LordHighRikonian: "Not him. Skull structure is different"
LordHighRikonian: "An uncanny likeness though, if you're relying on mere human optics."
LordHighRikonian: The first fed puts his PDA away. "Oh, I'm sorry about that, sir, but, well, you do bear an uncanny resemblance to your son, and hair aside, look to be about the same age"
InfinHorizon: *Stumbling to his feet* "Thank you for clearing that up, officer. I'm sorry for the misunderstanding, but I just want to know what happened to my son"
LordHighRikonian: Proty: "Yes, I think that, especially after that near false arrest, you need to answer his questions"
LordHighRikonian: Murray: "Well, the body, along with several others was apparently stolen from the morgue by persons unknown"
InfinHorizon: "That is all you have?"
LordHighRikonian: "We're not sure why, but some of the other missing bodies are metas, so we think this might be some sort of gene theft. It happens from time to time"
InfinHorizon: "Good god, but why my son?"
LordHighRikonian: "Your son, did he have any special attributes?"
InfinHorizon: "Not that he ever told me."
InfinHorizon: "Officer, if you wouldn't mind, I'd like to be contacted at my cell phone number as soon as you have any news. " *Gives officer the number*
LordHighRikonian: "OK"
InfinHorizon: "I'd like to leave now"
InfinHorizon: *Walks, and hopes Micheal follows*
LordHighRikonian: Michael follows
LordHighRikonian: well, this is probably a good time to exit
InfinHorizon: *As soon as we're back in his car I ask him* "I need to know everything there is to know about Transdim Corp, and Erik Tremble Sr. and Jr."
InfinHorizon: I agree, pick it up next week, same Bat time, same Bat room
LordHighRikonian: yep