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Post by Thatcher on Jun 4, 2008 6:31:21 GMT -5
*In the dead of night, Thatcher stalked towards the fireplace, where a single, towering blaze crackled on the hearth. Gazing into the flames, he muttered words in some obscure language.*
"Icarus."
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Post by Icarus on Jun 4, 2008 6:34:07 GMT -5
*One moment he had been at the wooded edge of Lorien, but now Icarus found himself in a building he was unfamiliar with. He spun sharply at the sound of his name, the barbs on his back bristling. What if it was Lilith? Or worse?*
"What is the meaning of this?"
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Post by Thatcher on Jun 4, 2008 6:41:04 GMT -5
"I need...your services," *said Thatcher darkly.*
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Post by Icarus on Jun 4, 2008 6:43:18 GMT -5
*Icarus straightened to his full height of near seven feet.*
"Services?"
*He wondered who this man was and what the hell was going on.*
"What is it that you need from me?"
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Post by Thatcher on Jun 4, 2008 6:49:37 GMT -5
"You are still a sorcerer of great power?"
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Post by Icarus on Jun 4, 2008 6:54:28 GMT -5
*Something flickered in him. Yes. Of course. From...before. His posture relaxed slightly and his head sank.*
"Of course...Thatcher. Forgive me. Things have been...complicated since last I saw you."
*He scanned the room for a place that they might sit, but it seemed empty.*
"I am unsure of my new situation, but I will do what I can to aid you."
*He frowned in remembering.*
"The girl...the immortality was effective, no?"
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Post by Thatcher on Jun 4, 2008 7:10:52 GMT -5
"Yes," *he said curtly.* "She's well enough."
*He drew nearer to Icarus and bent his head towards him.*
"This is what I want you to do for me...as always, you will be generously compensated."
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Post by Icarus on Jun 4, 2008 7:13:51 GMT -5
*Icarus leaned forward, accepting whatever secret Thatcher might wish to impart.*
"Please go on."
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Post by Thatcher on Jun 4, 2008 7:24:14 GMT -5
"This...is what I wish you to do..."
*FADE OUT TO EXPLANATIONS*
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Post by Icarus on Jun 4, 2008 7:26:08 GMT -5
*Icarus stared blankly at his companion. Things were complicated for him, but at least he knew now that he was not the only one suffering.*
"And...you are sure of this?"
*He wanted there to be at least one last chance for Thatcher to change his mind (which he was starting to wonder if he'd lost).*
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Post by Thatcher on Jun 4, 2008 7:35:55 GMT -5
"I've never known a moment of uncertainty in my life, Icarus," *he said coolly.*
((I'm liking the by night one way, by day another, idea. Because then he could hide out in her room.))
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Post by Icarus on Jun 4, 2008 7:47:22 GMT -5
((Sounds hot. You know, as Thatcher normally does.))
*Icarus nodded.*
"Very well."
*He drew some components from a bag he pulled from the air itself, casting a circle around Thatcher. Icarus began to chat low, his voice deep. The archaic words drifted out of him as his eyes glowed, the fire in the heath dimmed, dying unnaturally early. Smoke drifted in tendrils from it, wrapping themselves around Thatcher, gradually obfuscating his form. Icarus's voice rose, shaking the floor beneath them. In a final word, sharply annunciated, the mantle cracked and the smoke began to dissipate, leaving Thatcher....well, different.*
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Post by Thatcher on Jun 4, 2008 7:56:37 GMT -5
"My thanks," *said Thatcher--somewhat amazed that he could still speak. He would have to be careful not to reveal that to...just anyone. He turned in a circle, observing himself and enjoying the heightened senses of smell and hearing.*
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Post by Icarus on Jun 4, 2008 8:03:51 GMT -5
"You are welcome."
*Icarus was still surprised, but was contented by a job well done.*
"Anything else?"
*He knew his payment was good.*
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