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Posted: Fri Nov 19, 2010 11:07 pm
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Gaston Marceau After spending some time decked out in Klingon armor cavorting around with usual convention goers and other assorted nerds (many requesting photo ops and such) the immortal known as Etienne Theriot decided to drop theatricality for the time being and go for a little information gathering. On a whim, he rented a room at an adjoining hotel and changed out of the Klingon getup in favor of something a little less showy. Rather dubious about the 'peace bonding' and 'no combat' rules of QuickenCon, he took steps to protect himself. Being a former secret agent had its advantages in that you can pick up all sorts of nifty toys. A suit of body armor protected his torso and vital organs from harm, with ancillary plates covering his arms and legs. Noting that the paint was dry on the armor, Etienne grins. If a certain patriarch of the New Orleans Thieves Guild knew he was being impersonated today, he'd probably have one rare fit. No immortal goes without a trench coat it seems, so the full length brown duster complimented the X-Men Gambit getup quite nicely. Two practical items completed the ensemble: a full length quarterstaff was the obvious tool, resilient enough to withstand hits from a sword blade and packing enough of a wallop to knock a foolish Immortal silly if needed. The other was his trusty Desert Eagle pistol...both weapons were of ceramic carbon polymers...capable of passing through any metal detector with nary a blip (handy when he and his team ahd to use public transportation while under cover). With the Eagle tucked securely in a hidden shoulder holster, and the requisite concealed carry permit included with his ID and credentials, Etienne was ready to head back to QuickenCon. He thought to himself that he might be going a little overboard in actually dressing up for the bloody thing, but when in Rome... ...returning to the convention area, he notices more people have arrived, and the event really seems to be ramping up. Remembering that Duncan was rather moody last time he was here, Etienne sends Methos a text first...like you can really hear to talk over a cell phone in this madhouse anyway. *Back in the convention center. You all right, old man?*
Edmond felt yet another Buzz as the head of the fictitious Thieves Guild of New Orleans approached him and the strange men who surrounded him. Clicking his pen in Morse Code, he directed a light at the Gambit to send a warning to stay away. Far, Far away. Every Weapon before him was real. Amnd he was pretty sure that if an Immortal flanked by 2 mortals challenged another Immortal, a third Immortal could not interrupt the Mortals involved. Thankfully his Security detail was approaching. His two personal bodyguards from the stairs behind this lot, and Colin Macleod and this year's Quentin from the lobby before them. That and the fact that a fight didn't nessecarily see to be in the works put him at ease, but only a little.
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Posted: Sat Nov 20, 2010 3:57 pm
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The costumed Gambit arches an eyebrow at the Morse code message directed at him. From his multiple past tenures in the military, not to mention his years working with Balance, he can translate it readily enough. 'Stay away. Far, far away.' A little on the dramatic side, but nothing to be done about it,
Pausing just inside the entrance to the convention, his practiced eye quickly assesses Edmond's situation. A bit on the touchy side, and one Etienne would normally help dissolve, but he can see event security moving in from several directions. Better to let them do their jobs and remain as unobtrusive as possible.
Etienne gives Edmond a nod to acknowledge the message, and moves on. For lack of anything better to do, he heads off towards one of the video rooms, figuring to learn a bit more about the program that inspired this event. Since Adam hasn't responded yet, Etienne sends a text message MacLeod's way next.
*This place is a hornet's nest. Where are you and Dawson? I need to borrow a can of Raid.*
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Immortal Methos Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Nov 21, 2010 12:20 pm
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Methos nodded at Greta. "I might," he said, feeling his phone vibrate again.
Depends on how much time Mac wants to put into this insane death trap, he thought.
Glancing at his phone, he read Etienne's text and replied while talking to Greta, his eyes never looking down at the phone. Keyboard typing was second nature to the Old Man. *Mezzanine. Where do you want to meet?*
"Greta," he said, smiling, "I'm so glad to see you again. We'll have to stay in touch." He handed her a card. "My number, in case we don't see each other again this weekend. We should get together for dinner."
Meanwhile, Duncan, sitting at a booth with Joe at a nearby restaurant, got Etienne's text. *Are you in trouble?* he texted back.
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Posted: Sun Nov 21, 2010 1:34 pm
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Immortal Ghost Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Nov 21, 2010 4:52 pm
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It had been a random choice to show up, mostly out of curiosity, she'd never been one for these types of conventions, the few she had ever visited where mostly job related or something similar. Luana was hesitant to come to this Quickencon, but there was little else to do, and it might turn out interesting, to say the lest. So maybe she had shown up in one of her dresses, looking more like she was on her way to an old-time ball, the dress being from a much older time. She'd already gotten a few compliments just waiting in line for admission.
Once she had paid, just for the day of course, she was left to wander about the convention with minor amusement, stopping here and there to glance at a display table or the such. Someone asked for a picture and she answered softly in german, they seemed to the get the drift of her answer though. She ran fingers over the boned corset and flowing skirt and gave a small smile. As with all camera's she was left blinking after the flash, but still nodded at the enthusiastic thanks she received.
Luana moved onward, not really having a clear goal in mind, there had to be other immortals around, the warning buzz's every once and a while when she came in range of them told that much.
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Posted: Fri Dec 10, 2010 7:03 pm
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Standing on the SkyBridge, staring down upon Seattle, Kortan fantasized that all that stretched before him was blasted heath. When he built the future that Katana had left him in, the future he'd promised with his "kiddy cartoon"... he would see that it was. Part of being alive long enough to bring his assignment to fulfillment was knowing when to step back into the shadows, and when to step up and attack. Familiarizing himself with each era's suveillance methods was a good place to start, but sometimes an Immortal didn't have time to wait to see what was ahead before he attacked. As for Kortan, he didn't have much time to wait for Angus, but because of this convention he devised, he could not yet hunt for him. Soon, though. Soon he would be on the path to being an Immortal God. Soon he would -- who was that infernal Laughing Bandit standing in a mimicing pose behind him?! To mock me as I plot the world's destruction and renewal in my image? This fool must not like looking at the world from above his own shoulders! thought Kortan with a deadly silence. But why is he flaunting that press pass? He clearly thinks he knows me. Well hold still, fool. I shall know you soon enough. No one's allowed this high, yet. Your "heart attack" won't incriminate me. Just a few more seconds... Oh, gods. It's just Malone.
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Immortal Methos Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Dec 12, 2010 12:59 pm
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Posted: Thu Dec 23, 2010 6:52 pm
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After shooing away the imbicile whose gracees seemed an invitation for all those present to behead him, Greta went into the employees only zone, and checked with Valka as to who had shown up.
"We've got everyone but Rameriz and Conner. Both of them are rumored to be dead, but Conner is also rumored to be hiding away in the Sanctuary. He's been there long enough to leave his emotionally needy daughter open to my... comraderie." She seemed too knowing and pleased with herself when she chose that word after some blatant deliberation. But traps for an absent man would have to wait. For now, they had to work on making sure that this convention didn't turn into a trap. Twice a year, they had to keep as many attendees alive as possible, to keep the authorities from suspecting what was going on. The puprose of Quickencon was to keep Immortals from being taken as reality by the general public. If they managed to identify a bunch of Immortals and Watchers in the process, well so much the better. They had told security and local police wherever they had held the convention to watch out for people with certain blue tattoos on their left wrists. Calling attention to a facet of their world while trrying to hide it probably seemed silly and counterp[roductive, but James Horton made it absolutely neccessary. He had even been picked out one year. And shot by a cop another year. But this year they had a known Watcher as a guest. So with his guest badge, and a photograph of what he looked like handed out to the staff, Joe Dawson had a reprieve.
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Posted: Tue Jan 25, 2011 12:45 am
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Immortal Ghost Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Jan 26, 2011 10:37 am
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Luana had sought some escape, even if it was just a floor up, getting away from the bustle of the first floor was a relief all on it's own, it had taken forever to get up here. That was the down side her politeness, she wasn't one to shove through people or interrupt conversations between people just to get past them. It wasn't a surprise that by the time she'd made it to the balcony over looking the lobby she sat down, automatically smoothing out she skirts. So far she'd been proven right that conventions were not her foray, she preferred quiet, and this, well this all seemed very much crazy, if there was any organization she failed to find it so far.
Would have to admit the merchants room was amusing, some of the things for sale had gotten her her to linger a few moments, Luana had even purchased some artwork. Would have to pick it up before she left, otherwise that had been all she spend money one thus far.
It had taken her a few moments before she realized that there was another immortal right near by, that wasn't such a surprise really, given the sear amount of people here. It seemed others had also found it in their better amusement to show up, she'd even recognized a few faces, a couple of those she rather have not seen again. Really she didn't feel like looking around to see if she knew this person or not, right now she was content enough with sitting and watching the craziness downstairs.
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Posted: Mon Feb 07, 2011 4:34 pm
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Posted: Mon Feb 14, 2011 10:10 am
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It was a mere glance up, hearing someone else enter the area, that made Luana break into a small polite smile and call out to them, "Etienne." Was a rare time she was forced to raise her voice, but it had been much needed, though her accent made her calling out a little easier to decipher from the calamity below. Also helped that she stood from her seat, delicate fingers automatically rearranging her skirt before she moved forward to greet him.
It was rather welcome on her side to see someone she knew, and didn't dislike, somehow it wasn't a surprise to see Etienne here, it fit in with his personality she supposed. Given he was in costume only made her smile a little more. "Guten tag Herr Gambit." So she was playing a little, the easy going mood of the convention had rubbed off on her some to say the least, given she gave a low curtsy before him.
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Posted: Mon Feb 14, 2011 6:11 pm
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Posted: Tue Feb 15, 2011 3:59 pm
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Luana pulled from the low curtsy with a soft delicate laugh at his own actions, light blue eyes gleaming in her amusement. Fidgeting fingers went to tuck strands of hair behind an ear, she wasn't quiet at ease here, mostly because of what he said, there were too many immortals here. No one would do anything to attract attention in public, and she could hold her own, thus far anyway, didn't mean she was thrilled though.
"Yes, though you're the only friendly face I recognize thus far." One out of too many faces she hadn't wanted to see again, "Can' be surprised though, the name of the Con was highly likely to grab attention. I only came across it in the paper and had to visit for myself." And really she hadn't much else to do, as it were she was still kind of between stages at the moment, and jobs, though she wasn't lacking money to rush things along.
Luana hesitated a moment before speaking again, "Are any of our mutual friends here?"
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