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Post by Viktor Kaiser on Aug 11, 2010 12:49:06 GMT -6
Viktor watched as the bus pulled up, the lights bright as they illuminated the fog. He wondered to himself why a charter bus would just suddenly arrive at a location like this, but he decided not to question it. The doors to the bus opened and the light that dimly shown from its entrance seemed to beckon him. Without another thought he boarded the bus and as he did, he let his wings out. They stretched a bit and for once the angel felt at ease. He took a seat in the front and without another thought he passed out.
Viktor awoke hours later and he stretched. He felt refreshed and when he looked out the window he noticed that he was in a bus terminal. He looked up and on the sign that showed their location it said Night City. He stood and the doors opened and Viktor walked out. He was presented with a city bustling with people and the Angel simply stared in confusion as the passers by kept walking. He didn't know where to go.
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Post by milesquincy on Aug 11, 2010 12:56:27 GMT -6
The Ferryman watched the angel step off the bus and parted with a cryptic, yet hopeful line; "I hope you find what you're looking for."
And once the charter bus was empty of passengers, it seemed to vanish into the fog like a ghostly ride.
Up on high, a small rat-like thing ran across a telephone wire. But then it stopped to look at the curious new angel.
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Post by Viktor Kaiser on Aug 11, 2010 13:06:20 GMT -6
The Angel looked around, looking a bit lost. Then there was music in the air. The angel looked around again to spot its source and he noticed a club not to far away. It seemed inviting and perhaps someone in there could tell him the name of this place and perhaps help him find what he was looking for.
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Post by milesquincy on Aug 11, 2010 13:15:20 GMT -6
The Blue Cat Jazz Club was alive with music. A youngish red-headed man with long, flowing red hair sat at the piano and played some music while a woman with long black hair (that covers up one eye rather nicely) sang her melodious tune. Sitting at the bar was the purple lump of a cat. He was getting petted by some of the fairer sex patrons.
Germain was not at the bar however, he was up in the VIP room discussing business.... with him.
The boss's chair was turned so Germain was facing the back of it. He had the blue rat-creature in his lap, petting it.
"Sir, I don't think the Gothika is gonna be peaceful this year."
"Howso?" A quiet, raspy voice.
Germain frowned; "I have... a gut feeling. Something is telling me we should not ignore this."
"I see."
"Surely you see this as well as I."
"I might. But Germain, you as well as I know that if something is so - it has to be."
Germain frowned more. "You're forgetting who you are talking to."
"Can it really be altered by just being at the right place at the right time? Germain, something in my gut tells me it NEEDS to happen."
".....sir."
"Let it happen."
The British fop - angry - turned and left.
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Post by Viktor Kaiser on Aug 11, 2010 13:24:56 GMT -6
Viktor entered the Blue Cat Jazz Club. It was welcoming from what he could see and he slowly walked in. The angel sat at the bar, bringing his hands up on the counter before him as he stared down into his palms. He felt so lost right now.
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Post by milesquincy on Aug 11, 2010 13:28:54 GMT -6
A small voice then spoke; "Lost, friend?"
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Post by Viktor Kaiser on Aug 11, 2010 13:44:33 GMT -6
"Ja.." he replied softly. "Very much zo."
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Post by milesquincy on Aug 11, 2010 13:46:48 GMT -6
"Tell me all about it."
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Post by Viktor Kaiser on Aug 11, 2010 14:00:50 GMT -6
He paused for a second before he spoke. "Mein leibes...." Viktor fiddled with his gloved hands before he took them off, stuffing them inside his jack. "I feel lozt vizout him aund zumehow I ended up heya.." He told him the story, about how Germain finally reached his end. "Vhere I lived before I don't feel like I belong, its a lozt, powerful gut feeling zhat I can't make go avay."
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Post by milesquincy on Aug 11, 2010 14:06:00 GMT -6
The voice was quiet for a moment after the tale was told. "Night City is full of possibilities, sir."
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Post by Viktor Kaiser on Aug 11, 2010 14:09:56 GMT -6
"Iz zhe pozzibility uff zeeing him again vone've zhem?" He knew he sounded like a broken record, but he was an angel with a broken wing. He hesitantly lifted his gaze to look at the source of the voice.
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Post by milesquincy on Aug 11, 2010 14:11:14 GMT -6
A cat. A talking purple, silver-eyed cat.
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Post by Viktor Kaiser on Aug 11, 2010 14:13:22 GMT -6
Viktor blinked for a second and he tilted his head. "Vere you juzt talking to me?" He had seen many things in his day, but a talking cat?
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Post by milesquincy on Aug 11, 2010 14:16:13 GMT -6
The cat smiled. "Well, naturally. I am a rather chatty fellow."
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Post by Viktor Kaiser on Aug 11, 2010 14:18:14 GMT -6
"I do not vant to offend herr, but I haff nevah in mein dayz zeen a talking cat." Viktor smiled a little.
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