cryptomancer

The Raven launches at the cup of coffee in front of Mynx and lands with a single foot on the handle just as the feline tries to get it out of reach, the pond slime on the feet of the Raven sticks. flapping in panic as he realises the possibel implications of being caught the Raven makes it into the air and back to the foot of the small orc still holding the cup of coffee, stuck to his foot. Grinning at the orc the raven pretends to overbalance, "careful orc, i have hot coffee and i am on one leg, probibly better not to kick so much." *a small swarm of kittens starts to gather around the orc's pack watching the pair on top of it with interest"

The Raven flapped his wings and lifted off the perch slightly. Well more accuratly the Raven kept a good grip on the perch and flapped to see how stretchy small orcs are. Norman kicked his foot causing the Raven to let go. "Oi bird, stop that. You gonna be used as kitten bait for that!" The Raven landed on the other foot and flapped about in a strangely familiar manner, eventually tumbling airborn as the small orc's boot came off and flew onto the table beside the orc. "Oh. Sorry. shall I get that for you?" Norman struggled to free his arms, "touch my boot and i will sell you to CheerMynx as a pompom!!" The raven sat on the edge of the table and looked down at the small orc. "really? so no boot?... ok!" The raven landed on the bare foot of the orc and looked at is quizzically.

Nine minutes upon the winds I soar Soul renewed again, Three years upon the fires of old Voice once more proclaim Burn the wisdom to my heart, Sear the flesh of sin, Open the wings of angel kind, Let me begin again. My voice is yours my gentle love, My heart is yours to kiss. I gaze upon your eyes above, Windows of my heaven blest.

Speak freely to my open heart, Each line a soft song of gold Each trickle of wordcraft spoken true My living soul will mould. I entered the world a kindred kind, Spirit blest to walk as one, I entered the world a voice to find, And speak in the dreams of some. Angel of darkened wings proclaim, The songs of mortal hearts, I called the souls of all the same, To join and speak their parts. Rejoice of spirit on the souls That call and sing your praise, Rejoice and sing oh spirit blest, Grant to us your sacred name. Touch the fire upon my lips, Free my souls to speak, My voice for you by heaven is blest, My life is yours to seek. In ages past I opened the door, I spoke you name to mists In times of old you blest my heart And my lips the heavens kissed. Shine now your mercy upon my soul., I seek to repent my cause, Say unto my mortal heart, And open once more its doors. Long shall I live in blessed hope, The days of long ago, I seek the wisdom of the age And the true that you alone know. Speak free to my heart oh gentle God, See again my soul rejoice, I call your love to free my heart And give my soul its voice. Sing the dreams of mortal hearts, Open the lives to you, Touch the wounds of hand and side And to our lives your spirit imbue.

For this I seek not technical brilliance, I seek not the accuracy of written art, I simply pass on the waking glance, And the images of my heart. For again the gift awakes, With in the spirit of a blest heart Each kiss of life breathed upon the wings of my soul, And caressing the tranquillity to my mortal mind. I walk the winds, Each step the beat of heavenly wings, I tread the soft earth of ages past, My breath drawn from the dust of ages. In my living soul I see the truth, I taste it in the spoke tongue, I breath it into my human lungs, And my voice sings it hymn. Touch the hearts of mortal beast, The tranquillity of souls blest, Voice the harmonies of the everlived And in the embrace of those beloved. I dreamt of glory in my human pride Spoke of the mortal love, Til in blessings I received my guide, And found the one I could forever love. Wings of shadowed feathers fall, Soft sheltering beats on air, Each guided span the clouds destroy And in the skies my soul rejoice. If to my heart the cloud to part, In my tempest I fly so free, I do to you my soul impart, For you are the embrace of sacred air. More shall I add, as I awake, from a slumber long since past, I have more word in the flood of mind, and once more my nets have cast. Seek my eyes and see my soul, embraced upon the wind, Taste the beauty that inspired my heart, releasing my voice again. Thank you my Muse, you awaken my heart once more.

All an act, i see right through it. :grins:

Jimmy sat down in the corner, frustration painted on his expression. Running through the thoughts and trying to piece together the proof he needed to sway the crowd. It was so obvious to him, but then he noticed so much more because he was ignored, people didnt notice or didnt care that he was there. He tried to remember if he had seen anything that possible could be motive for the happenings tonight, something that involved both Kelly and Rachel. They was working together here, that was obvious to him, but the crowd needed proof or power would see him locked up or worse. These two would most likely get the mob to do more because he had voiced his suspision of them so loudly, and publicly. He shook his head to try and fiocus his train of thoughts and prevent the derail. This would be an interesting night.

and if it real... what only five and she sluring words... Still not buying it..... *giggles*

I have faked the drinking of shots myself too many times to buy that one Ozy, Honestly. I not buying it.

Jimmy looked at Kelly and Rachel. "You two both miss a very key fact here. You see while everyone tends to ignore me, i tend to get to discover things that most of you stressed workaholics miss completely." Jimmy spoke to the crowd, "Kelly was talking fine a moment ago, when she accused Dan and got him locked up. the sturred speech here is so obviously an act, and the defender of her trying to shout me down (Jimmy pointed at Rachel) insulting me and with such attitude, they both probably doing this together." "between the two of them they got Dan locked away and i was with Dan when Danelle was killed so it wasnt him." Jimmy urged the crowd, "You need to figure this out quickly, before anyone else gets hurt, i will happily go get locked away but these two need to be dealt with too, and put in a separate room to the rest you have judged by mob law." Jimmy stepped down from the table and walked through the crowd, speaking to everyone he passed repeating the same phrases "It is them, they are doing this together, it is definitely them."

Jimmy managed to get people agreeing with him, the test was going to be in the power of the mailboy vs whoever is behind this. Jumping up on a table close to Kelly seemed like a good place to get attention. "Hey Kelly, I havent seen you drinking much at all. You seem to be quite out of it and I was curious, what's wrong?" Jimmy raised his voice to be heard by the crowded room, looking at the withering look Kelly threw at him confirmed his suspicions. Cutting off any sharp reply Jimmy continued, "Hey Kelly, you know for someone that normally handles stress so well you dont seem to be coping at all. What is the problem? You involved in this or something, why dont you tell us what is happening?" "Jimmy turned to the crowd, we need to know what is happening, Kelly is hiding something." (ooc: Kelly / Ozymandias)

Jimmy sighed in frustration, mob law was a real hassle at times, Dan had been spared once but now was locked away. and the typical nature of mob fell on suspecting the advocates for those accused too. Looking at Kelly sitting in the corner Jimmy became more convinced it was just an act. Her voice accusing Dan lacked the tremor of terror that tainted her speech and even lacked the anger of vengence, her accusation was cold and too culculated. Jimmy made use of his natural charm and started mingling with the mob, whispering a voice against Kelly, coaxing the mob to follow his lead. If she is innocent then she will at least be safer locked away. Trying to forge new bonds to prevent his name coming up as the accused again, was a strong motivator to do this well. He feared that without his vioce of reason, this may get to more than just locking up those the mob chose.

Jimmy looked at the shoes of the latest victim. "Well if that doesnt disuade him an icepick sure would, could this just be a copycat? or was Zane acctually talking so someone that is involved in all this?" Jimmy didnt want to voice his opinion too loud with the mob mentality abounding (ooc: Kelly \ Ozymandias)

"Danelle had been stabbed people, Dan was with me at the other end of the room, it was not him." Jimmy tried to make himself heard over the gathering mob. "cant you see, this is what they want, they want us to be at each other's throats and do the job for them. Just stop for a moment and think about it better." As normal no one listened as there was no package to give them...... Jimmy jumped up on a table and yelled at the top of his voice... "FINE IF YOU GONNA MAKE SILLY ACCUSATIONS BASED SOLEY ON OUTFIT I VOTE FOR THE STRANGE RODENT IN THE NECROMANCER OUTFIT!!" He finally got everyone to turn around and pay a little attention, "seriously though, it is not Dan, he was with me at the other end of the room, but i would pick a necromancer as the cause of death anyday over someone that is just crossdressing." (ooc: vote necromancer/Blby)

Slowly moving through the crowd watching everyone was earily similar to the office. Jimmy was an extrovert by necessity, otherwise nobody saw him, he was just the hand that passed the various packages to their owners. He quite enjoyed it all, he could be silly and talk to anyone he wanted, and nobody really worried about what he saw. It was always interesting gaining the first hand knowledge of all the rumors that seemed to circulate. The crowd was going through all of the stages of shock that would logically follow the events of the day so far. Jimmy went to the bar, ordered the tallest glass of coke they had, and wondered over to the couches. "Hey you two, pretty freaky night so far aint it." Dan and Danelle looked up. Jimmy blushed, "Sorry if I interupted you guys, I just trying to find all the friendly faces, you know, if the mob gets going it gonna be a good thing to have friends close by right?"

Jimmy looked around the room. The removal of the Guy in green did nothing to relax the mob. It seems the night gonna be rather tense and not much of a party. It may pay to try and catch up with those he knew well. Mobs can be nasty if you have no friends to voice support. "Hey Kelly, you be ok for a moment? I need to figure out who else is around, see if i can talk to some of the others and find out what is happening."

Jimmy sat down beside Kelly. "Hey, you ok?" He lifted his pink eyepatch and looked around the room. "Bit of a mess really isnt it?" Taking his eyepatch off compleetely he wrapped it around his wrist making a silly looking bracelet. "I wish I coulda seen things a bit better, mask and eyepatch obscured things rather a lot. Who was it that fell?" (ooc: Zane/Gryphon)

The door opened and a party popper went off showering a spray of small streamers into the room. Behind the streamers and pitiful amount of smoke a Ninja suddenly 'appeared' (pranced into view). Well it was not really a ninja in the true sence of the word. There was a very ninja look to outfit, but covered with pirate boots, a floppy hat, with a long feather ptotruding from the brim, and an eyepatch in bright pink covering the alread ninjamasked face of Jimmy. Brandishing a rubber cutlass and a rather small plastic katana jimmy entered the room looking stealthy, before bellowing loudly, "AVAAST MI'ARTIES!!! 'No Beard' the ninja pirate has arrived!" The looks of 'oh dear' said it all, the giggles and general ignoring that followed showed not the slightest effect on Jimmy as he continued the stealthy ninja movements from group to group, loudly accosting people with a crip pirate vocabulary and accent.

James Elliott Johansen everyone calls him Jimmy, because he is the 17 year old mail boy. Jimmy will be in costume as a Ninja Pirate, complete with cutlass, and throwing stars and an eyepatch over his ninja hood. -Ryan

Welcome, I do like this one, some rather wonderful imagery. some rather conflicting images making the indicision between doing and not doing wondefrfully vivid. thank you,

Crypt fends off the paper piles of work and chases the elusive albino internet connection through the forrest of boxed records that litter the office floor. Finally entering a clearing and spotting his quarry he draws the card of prepay, designed by the gods of cyberdom to access their realm. (thank gods for starbucks and prepay internet) Happy Birthday Nix, *hugs* Hope you have many more.

Silence heard 'round the world, Echoes of deep dissent, Marching on the eave of war Its joy for hate been spent. I walked the halls of society The voice of common sense Yet in the veil of mistrust Hatred was the best defense So deftly I played the game of cards, So gently the house I built, So in the eve of civil unrest I could justify the blood I spilt. "Gently cut the swinging vine"

Oh, the new messages error, I have one.. as in it saiys I have a new message but I dont.. Thanks, *bows* you guys are fantastic, sorting all this stuff out so fast. *applauds*

Congrats all, well done. *hugs everyone*

The Raven- Caffeine and sugar overdose caused the avian poet to attempt to fly through the Pen Keep upside down. The attention span of an upside down raven inhibited his ability to realise that the hearth was not a open skylight at sunset. Cryptomancer- Opened a portal to his absynthe bar and found it inhabited by a demonic biker gang. Ego- Fell in love with a godess and became 'well controlled'