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Post by Poe/Fide/Scrap on Sept 29, 2013 7:33:57 GMT -8
The enigma of the Inquisition walks the streets in Queens, one of his trusted Canik 55's inside a holster that is hidden within the deep pockets of his black trench coat. Poe is completely decked out in a mundane outfit otherwise, a black pair of boot cut jeans, and cowboy boots. He is also wearing a black Stetson hat that covers the upper portion of his visage in a mask of shadows. He has walked this path several times and each time has been both vital and helpful for one form of information or another. He turns to the right into an alley and walks up a flight of wooden stairs where he finds a door with a sign that simply reads 'Readings by Cheyenne'. The enigmatic hunter turns the knob and enters unannounced before walking to the back of the small room and pulling a bag out of the folds of his coat.
Poe listens for any type of sound, but hears nothing other than his own breathing for a few moments. He takes a quick second to check out his surroundings before clicking his tongue on the roof of his mouth.
"I don't have all day you know."
TBC: Cheyenne
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Post by Cheyenne De Lioncourt on Sept 29, 2013 7:52:59 GMT -8
"You know better than to rush the messenger of the spirits. You already know how this works, Lost One. Take a seat. I know why you are here."
A beautiful woman emerges from the rear of the shop. Adorned simply in a gold sundress and two gold anklets on each ankle, no shoes. Long raven black hair braided into cornrows. Honey eyes with a hint of gold focusing in intently on her visitor. Her hand directs him to a seat that is very familiar to him as she takes a seat also.
"So Lost One, what can I do for you? Not that I don't already know...so humor me."
She looks at him with an focused gaze. Waiting patiently for his reply to her inquiry.
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Post by Poe/Fide/Scrap on Sept 29, 2013 8:00:06 GMT -8
Poe empties the content of the bag on the table, a mixture of gems and gold, rings, watches, and other jewelry he has taken off the monsters he has slain. The main thing in the pile on the table is a large ruby that shines in the light.
"Why play this game? You know why I am here Cheyenne."
He stares at the lovely islander, his eyes cold and there is no readable emotion in them. He places his Stetson on the table in front of him.
"What do you know about the sudden spike of nonhumans in the city? Why are they here? What are they planning?"
Poe slides the items toward her.
"Here's your payment... Start talking..."
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Post by Cheyenne De Lioncourt on Sept 29, 2013 9:15:13 GMT -8
Cheyenne smirks as she leans in a little. Locking her honey eyes on him, flashing a quick mischievous smile. She moves away as her eyes close slowly, her body swaying. A clear sign that she is being contacted by the spirits.
"Ah yes...there is indeed a major influx of nonhumans. Not just here but in all areas. The spirits have been telling me of this increase of nonhuman entities. It has to due with the increase of fresh souls within the population. The war of good and evil plays into this as the evil ones are determined to add to their ranks. They are planning to influence as many as they can to join them."
The island medium opens her eyes as she looks upon Poe. A look of deep concern upon her face.
"There is little time to spare. Their ranks are increasing by the day..as are the numbers of bodies being found in alleyways and ditches. The dead ones are the fortunate ones as their souls were unclaimed."
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Post by Poe/Fide/Scrap on Sept 29, 2013 9:27:07 GMT -8
"Interesting observation..."
'Now tell me something I didn't already figure out,' he thinks to himself, 'damn hoodoo, voodoo speaking nonsense.' He picks up the ruby from the pile and holds it in front of her face.
"This is for the other subject we discussed... Has your vision changed on that? Or do you still think someone is going to unlock the thing I locked away so long ago?"
He twirls the gem allowing the light to reflect from every surface of it.
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Post by Cheyenne De Lioncourt on Sept 29, 2013 9:36:04 GMT -8
"If it wasn't for the "voodoo hoodoo", you would not know as much as you do now. Yes I can hear your thoughts as well. You should learn to guard your mind better."
She glares at him as she sees him handing over an additional payment. She takes his hand and begins to read his palm. She nods as if she hears someone speaking to her in a voice that only she can hear.
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"As for your longing to unlock your hidden self, you are getting closer to freeing that which you have locked away. A lot closer than you may think. I must warn you...once it has been set free, there is no going back. Can you say that you are ready to truly feel again? You do know how that will effect your job with the Inquisition.You were taken in because of your emotional detachment. Once you start to feel again, that will be greatly compromised. That can and will be used against you as it was long ago."
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Post by Poe/Fide/Scrap on Sept 29, 2013 9:55:37 GMT -8
The enigmatic hunter rips his hand away from her.
"You were the one who said it would happen... I NEVER asked if it would or who would be the one to do it..."
Her words cut like a knife, ten agonizing years of remembering and no wound causes more pain. Poe's eyes lock on Haitian as a solitary tear rolls down his cheek, the first time he has ever shown emotion among people in years. Poe quickly turns away from her and closes his eyes, allowing the flashes to take hold of him again as they did the night before. Claire's face smiles at him as her has always remembered her doing. He wipes the damning evidence of pain and sorrow away before turning his sights back onto the island palm reader.
"You better use whatever deity you worship to protect you... Any of those bastards find out who you are or what you have told me over the last few years... You might as well set up your funeral..."
He tosses the ruby onto the table with a sharp thud as it bounces toward the Haitian woman. The enigma of the Inquisition re-asserts the Stetson back onto his head and lets out a soft sigh.
"Thank you for your help Cheyenne... Sithis watch over you..."
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Post by Cheyenne De Lioncourt on Sept 29, 2013 10:17:00 GMT -8
"I do not fear the Inquisition. I serve those higher than they. I speak as the spirits and The Goddess decree me to. Yes I did say it would happen because it is so and The Goddess bid me to tell you what you deny to yourself wanting to know. If you didn't want the information, you would have attempted to stop me from speaking it. So as The Goddess speaks, so shall it be. She will protect me."
The mystic from Haiti looks at him. Her heart softening as she sees him feebly attempt to hide his tear. She can only say what she is guided to speak according to the spirits and the urging of The Goddess. She is only a vessel, as much as she doesn't like it.
"I will be fine, Lost One. May The Goddess keep you in all your journeys...."
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Post by Poe/Fide/Scrap on Sept 29, 2013 10:27:04 GMT -8
Poe starts to head toward the door before turning back to the Haitian.
"Before I forget..."
The enigmatic assassin reaches into the folds of his coat again and pulls out something that gleams white in the dim lights.
"You never asked for this, but I figured I owed you."
He lays the item gently on the table, revealing it to be a vampire's fang.
"The fang of one of the sons-a-bitches that murdered your family. A gift from me to you for all your help." |
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