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 Posted: Sat May 13, 2017 4:42 pm
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Posted: Wed May 17, 2017 7:57 pm
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Posted: Wed May 17, 2017 8:15 pm
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Posted: Wed May 17, 2017 8:39 pm
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Posted: Wed May 17, 2017 9:01 pm
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Location & company: Home with Ryan
Power output: 0%
Soul appearance & strength: normal human
After a brief farewell was exchanged between the men Illo went and indulged the poor, lonely pachyderm, frolicking in the rain until the both of them, muddy and giddy as could be, began to feel a chill. They hid under a palm tree which had been planted there as part of a facelift for the complex (it was supposed to signal the arrival of the new pool, but instead everyone just settled on a garden).
That garden was flooded now; just as well,
the flowers had yet to come in (via truck) and the shrubs would thrive on the deluge. There was a little pond growing in the middle of it,
and Illo, with his kettle, collected rainwater to make, as he proclaimed often, "the best cup of tea in the world!" Miss Trumpet politely declined. Perhaps the caffeine? Ah... It was too late. Must be mindful of the time, for in it was the slippery specter of profit--productivity at least; she counted and nudged the monk's shoulder with her wrist: time for beddy.
So, after a quick an much more orthodox shower, the Iron Phoenix too turned in for the night, content with the day and all the fun he had with his most loyal friend. That night he would sleep deeply, so deep, in fact, that dreams wouldn't be able to reach his worrying mind.
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Posted: Thu May 18, 2017 9:06 pm
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 "I am the landlord of Tao Residential" ╔══════════╗
❝ Ryan ♣ Cooney ❞
╚══════════╝
The next morning, the monk would receive a few knocks on the door, which he would not hear for his slumber was strong. Rest would claim his exhausted body and mind for the whole morning.
After his awakening however, he would meet miss trumpet, who stole a place at the bed for her head to rest, how in heaves did she managed to get inside, no one knows, but Illo did knew just how stubborn the pachyderm was.
Should he check on his mail box, he would find a pair of envelopes, one having tickets for the Zoo, just as the landlord promised, yet the other had the official DMWA Seal on it, which, most of the times meant Jobs or Bad news.
Under the formal envelope, there would be a letter there, from Mira it would seem. Requesting his presence at the intelligence bureau.
His presence, she noted, was needed, due to the "nature" of the situation at hand, or so the letter would read out.
Miss trumpet however had other plans, as she had already managed not only to sneak into the apartment but to get her toys as well.
✖ OoC:
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Posted: Fri May 19, 2017 10:29 am
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Location & company: Intel. bureau with Mira(?)
Power output: 5%
Soul appearance & strength: meister, fairly strong
Miss Trumpet's nudging wasn't the worst wake-up the monk had ever had, but it certain was surprising. She'd never done this before. Illo reached out and bapped the elephant on the noggin, like the snooze button of an alarm clock.
When he got around to check the mail, a habit vestigial from his days of receiving checks from the monastery, he passed by Miss Trumpet playing with her "toys." They were, of course, precious artifacts from various sites around the world, many of which were given as gifts by mentors he had found there. This, however, wasn't so much new, and therefor wasn't as alarming as the big animal being in the apartment in the first place (Illo had grow comfortable with the idea of taking the trinkets out to the garden for Miss T. to play with). He sighed, smiling and shaking his head.
The postage was half happy and half serious. Illo sat in the middle of the living room, on the floor with leathery hide all around him, fanning the air, thinking, feeling out scenarios in his mind...
"Well, Miss Trumpet," decided the monk,
"looks like I have some business to tend to." He shrugged. "What? We'll go to the zoo, I promise." He took a moment to activate his powers.
"But first... Let's get you outside--don't look at me like that!" A quick moment of concentration and Illo had readied it; and without any more warning the pachyderm blipped out of the living room and into the garden. Illo gave her a trunk a hug and left himself for the office of Shibusen's Intel division.
In an instant, there was Illo. "I came as soon as I could." He took a few steps in from the doorway, hoping to be done with whatever brought him here as soon as possible.
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Posted: Wed Jun 07, 2017 8:33 pm
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Location & company: Home with __
Power output: 5%
Soul appearance & strength: meister
"Actually..."
--And here the monk raised a finger tap the side of his chin as though the answer was some type of interjection: timing versus social subordination--" I was going to take the day off," he rejoined. In truth, the monk was starting to enjoy his time there as psuedo-detective. "I have one task to take seriously today, but it can wait until after our talk."
He didn't quite know how to put this last bit--alas! the torment of endless vows of silence come from a dreamy world of sepia, smoke,
the lesser brahman, the fuming chants of those one with the Path--so, why not, he cleared his throat and added with confidence,
"If it wouldn't be too much trouble, could we have lunch at the zoo?" He would, of course,
provide transportation at the Intel. Head's request. |
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Posted: Sun Jun 11, 2017 7:40 pm
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Location & company: Home with __
Power output: 0%
Soul appearance & strength: normal human
In the head-level space of air above a table there was an attractive vacancy. It was filled periodically by the passing bird--finches, sparrows, why not, that perhaps wanted to enjoy the lithe and pungent enclosures of the animals there--that were supposed to be there--as only they could--with a hopping song that told of a happy day ahead: where to go, what mood the rhinoceros was in, how mindful the keepers were of their seed; they would, as one could no doubt imagine, plunder the good seed meant for the exotic birds of continents the climates of which would undo the poor boppity bleeders. It was a time of great imagination for those who saw, but no one ever did. In the passing of a moment there was not time enough for even a full stop at the shaded inns of cheap granite. What the people saw, and, inevitably some chasing off, was the subliminal scene of air and light jostled under wing of pesky pooping birds.
This was all just a fine scene for ones used to instantaneous movement. Illo knew exactly what happened as feathers fell like splashing rain from his shoulder. He started piecing everything together; before the others noticed there was something a bit strange about the way in which the space had suddenly filled (there was a whisper, maybe two, accompanying a pointed finger regarding the lack of the space available), Illo had done this. The scared bird at his left flew off just as people around dropped their suspicion.
"One moment," said the monk, rising with an easy smile to visit the concession stand.
Here his tricks were not necessary. In fact,
this was one of the times where teleportation could be a hindrance; Illo knew that sometimes moving faster than the turning gears lead nowhere.
The monk returned, having been at the end of the line, with a funnel cake, a corn dog, and a couple bubble-gum flavored sodas. "Sorry about that," inclined Illo. "I've been somewhat busy lately. How have things been?" He did seem genuinely concerned, though his measured tone mightn't tell it so patently.
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Posted: Mon Jun 12, 2017 2:09 pm
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Location & company: Home with __
Power output: 0%
Soul appearance & strength: normal human
The funnel cake, for the record, was delicious. Light in texture, not in flavor. Illo pulled himself a piece of it off the bulk mass just as Mira was exiting the shop. He stopped, fluffy pastry poised at the corner of his mouth.
"Never one to take chances, that's for sure."
He returned her smile, pressing himself up from the table to meet her. "Whatever story you come up with, I'm sure I can follow it,"
he said with some confidence.
"I hear they have a new exhibit," said the monk as they walked into the gates of the zoo:
"Royal Elephant. Supposed to be only for a limited time. If this costume of yours can get us back stage, I'd be grateful." His smile,
as always, was very easy, very natural.
The genius of the instant: in the time of departure, as Illo had been planning since he left home--believe me when I say it took a lot of effort and concentration to amass the required energy to perform the maneuver--a teleportation unseen, behind the curtain, if you will, took place in which Miss Trumpet was teleported into one of the enclosures. Some workers seemed to be stressed, running about trying to figure out what exactly was going on,
why there was a three ton mammal in the chimp exhibit, barking orders at each other in hushed tones as the two pushed into the zoo past the tropical birds, into the Savannah portion...
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Posted: Thu Jun 15, 2017 9:25 am
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