*picks up pipe, pipe lights itself, takes a couple hits* That's some good smoke. *procedes to put up a Hammock, and then sit in it with pipe in hand* Its a nice night to see stars. Turthulhus are a rare and mysterious beast to kill and eat.
- I see the dots, ideas, choices. It's a web, and for each web there is a spider. I saw her name in the smoke, the one that watches the watchers, and eat the weak ones. Gwendoline. Agent Zekh continues to smoke, breathing more fumes and herbs to summon more hallucinogenic datas. - Spiders usually have eight eyes, but she's got more; what do you think the Situation Room is for ? Am I making rhymes ? Need to smoke more, you should try too. Open your mind but don't lose the key, there are labyrinth breakers out there, they'll make your mind glitch or even crash if you don't take care. The agent stops speaking, his body falling on the table while the smoke of his pipe still invades the air.
Takes another hit and gazes to the stars. Soft lights start to appear around the hammock, blinking in and out slowly. Faint Music begins to play, though no tune is recognizable, instead it allows your mind to drift and wander. Those who see the patterns in the skies, in the smoke, and in the sparks, they have truly seen the next fated steps in this universe. Bound to it's laws and its strictures, it glides along the seas of time, wafting in it's ebb and flow. The patterns, ever-changing, wish to speak the secrets of the cosmos and sing the choruses of creation. It's up to you to see with eyes unclouded, and hear with ears unmuffled. The lights begin to slow even more, and float around the bar. the music begins to change and morph again, rising high and low. Be strong for you have the power to exact change upon these patterns and create the new tomorrows of today. You can change the world, mold it into its next fledgling state of being. the lights fade, and continue to float for a while, the music lowers to an almost imperceptible hum. it lingers as the lights fade out. then it stops.
Strolls and stumbles through the resting streets, a red coffee cup in hand to match the quietly festive lights stringing the city buildings. She pauses in the middle of the road, squinting up at the half-cloudy sky, where the moon hung, and its beams tried to break through the clouds. I accomplished nothing today. Keep it real, kids.
I was going ask when the weekend start. Then I realized it is already weekend and then I felt disappointed.
i'm rather swamped... but yeah, im alright. *pulls tablet and a bottle of coke from thin air* still have a fuck ton of work to do.
Thought I'd just pop in for a pint and say hi. That's it really. I'm new in, but don't see the point of lurking. My round?
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I didn't find the Watchmen, I was found by them. I was recruited as a member of the Templar into the order of the pie by TeenyWeeny. There I have been active in all sorts of events; playing small parts, my coq in the machine. My entry into the inner circle I would put down more to happenstance than skill, luck or anything else. Timing. The right man in a wrong place at a convenient time... and with a determination to succeed. Who it was has about as much import. They didn't give their name and if they had who would trust its veracity? *sips Cognac* Your turn.
There is a lot of truth in what you say. I like it. My story however would bore you since it's very much the same. They came. They found me. They took me in as one of their own. I am still a follower of the Eye, the Clock and the Sanctuary though.
Do not dismiss being found, it carries with it more honour than merely being born - regardless of what traditions and nigh-forgotten social dogma might imply. Blood may be thicker than water, but will and wisdom produce far clearer - and far less convoluted - paths.
