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Post by doc on Jul 19, 2012 6:48:44 GMT -5
Rex feels like he's being watched, but he can't figure out how or from where. The courthouse looks abandoned, the windows boarded up and no signs of activity inside.
Viv and Lex can see the figure making his way to the courthouse.
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Post by thorley on Jul 23, 2012 21:30:16 GMT -5
OOC-> Point taken on the card.  IC-> Caleb not trusting this decides to park his truck a block or so away from the courthouse and scouts it with astral projection to see who is there, and if there is an ambush. He figures that if this is some kind of legitimate meeting (The Dark Rider having figured out who he is, given his observation and tracking abillity crosses Caleb's mind) he can be stylishly late once he knows who wants to meet with him. |
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Post by dakota on Jul 25, 2012 15:36:18 GMT -5
Heading in to the courthouse, Lex was ready for a fight as he nodded a reply to Vivian. " If this turns out to be that Rider, I may have to kick his can for playing games "
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Post by Mierin on Jul 26, 2012 13:27:25 GMT -5
Vivian nods at Lex as she whispers back "And I'll help you."
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Post by dakota on Jul 27, 2012 5:52:05 GMT -5
"And here I thought you were getting sweet on him" Lex said, fighting back a chuckle
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Post by Mierin on Jul 27, 2012 10:27:34 GMT -5
Vivian sniffs in an indignant fashion and whispers back, "He should be so lucky."
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Post by doc on Jul 27, 2012 12:56:37 GMT -5
In Caleb's Astral form, he sees the others, including the Rider and one he's never seen before (Rex's alter-ego). Inside the courthouse he sees a chamber where a nondescript man in a suit is waiting.
Lex and Vivian enter without any signs of trouble.
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Post by thorley on Jul 28, 2012 1:03:02 GMT -5
The Scarecrow lurks astrally, watches, and waits as is his way (at least for the moment). |
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Post by yendor on Jul 28, 2012 17:58:20 GMT -5
Figuring what the heck, Colt circles around to the front and tries to enter through the courthouse's front doors.
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Post by Mierin on Jul 28, 2012 23:52:47 GMT -5
Vivian watches for signs of who they are supposed to meet.
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Post by dakota on Jul 29, 2012 7:51:42 GMT -5
Avoiding the other person they had spotted best they could ( prowl [dice=100], and making enough noise for a herd of buffulo... ), Lex circled the building and headed for the back entrance.
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Post by doc on Jul 29, 2012 9:18:15 GMT -5
Colt enters the main hall through the front entrance, while Lex and Vivian get in through the back. Scarecrow hovers in his astral form, undetectable. Lex notices his noise busting in, but that's deafened as the Dark Rider crashes through the boarded up window, a pistol in his right hand and a tomahawk in the other. "I reckon there's some business what needs discussing?"
The man at the center of the lobby is dressed in a checkered tweed suit, with a simple white shirt and bow tie. He dusts off his black hair, cleanly parted down the middle. "It appears that my Mr. Powell's suggestion to stay in the center of the room was correct." He dusts off his suit. "Thank you for coming at this late hour, my employer does appreciate it. In fact-"
"-enough Kenneth. These folks have come all this way, it's about time we meet." Emerging from the shadows is a thick heavyset man in his early thirties. Despite his youthful features, his curly dark hair is has several long streaks of grey. He moves forward on a rickety wheelchair. "I'm Arnold Powell. Thank you for coming to meet me."
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Post by dakota on Jul 31, 2012 18:16:15 GMT -5
"Okay, I was wrong." Lex said as Rider appeared through the window. He turned to Powell as he addressed him. " I'm afraid you have a bit of explaining to do Mr.Powell. I can't speak for the others, but to ferret out mine and the young ladies' identities took a fair bit of work."
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Post by yendor on Jul 31, 2012 18:42:51 GMT -5
"No offense Mr. Powell, but I do see why you had a double attend the party."
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Post by Mierin on Jul 31, 2012 22:41:33 GMT -5
Vivian has an arrow knocked in the bow, but has it pointed in the ground, scowling at Mr Powell wondering what he wanted and why he had called them all there.
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