Posts by Al Winters

Smiling he looks down to the threads and begins a pattern, presenting it to umbra, "find the pattern and continue it or make one of your own, if you can't find the pattern or make one of your own I won."

Nodding happily Cecil says, " Yeah like that, now you make sure it doesn't fall apart and make a pattern from it."

Glancing at athea, he smiles warmly still happy to have the wolf playing along. " Yes, darling." Looking back at the wolf he nods thoughtful analyzing his pattern. " That will do, not very much finesse but...", shrugging, his hands deftly take the threads and move them into an appropriate counter pattern.

Letting out a yawn, Damon shuffles down the street, covering his mouth with his hand. Shaking his head to try to clear his tired mind, he pulls out his phone and taps the screen pulling back up the message he had gotten only a few hours earlier. It was a simple and short message stating that Damon should be in this town at the specified time to search and determine involvement with an unknown M blood. Attached was a ticket to said town and a few pages of blood work that determined that yes there was one in this quaint town but that no other info could be found due to improper filing. He inwardly groans at this last part. "Lazy *ers, this is all probably a sham to get me out of town..", he thought.
Looking around for some place to get a coffee, he was in luck as he could see a Starbucks down the street. Walking on over he quickly enters the establishment , and heads to counter giving his order and sliding his company card through the machine. Moving off to the side he waits till his drink is ready and grabs it, moving over to a empty table. Taking a sip of his drink he lets his emerald eyes scan the other patrons.
Hearing a buzzing noise, he pulls out his phone and answers, "Damon here, Your own personal * around doll." For a moment there was only silence on the other end, and then suddenly a gruff voice spoke,
"I do hope that's not your usual greeting, because if so that's going to lead to a lot of misunderstandings, you know..."
"Shut up Martin.", he says blandly.
"Hey your the one who sai---".
Cutting him off Damon responds frustrated,
"You know what i *ing meant, What the * am i doing out here."
With obvious humor in his voice that could be heard over the phone,
"Damn man, you got some language what happened to the sweet wolf i knew"
Growling Damon says, "He was woken up at 5 in the *ing * ass * morning"
Still with mirth the other side continued, " Didn't you read the files?"
"They say nothing you really want me to believe that i was sent over here on a hunch!"
Sighing Martin said,
"There was a lot of talk around saying you needed a break you've been with us since you were fifteen? Yeah, so it was either this or firing you and i wasn't sure that would stop you from working, not really. So just sit still like a good pup wherever the hell they sent you and go look at some sites or something.."
Sighing in return, "I do good work martin.."
"Yeah, Yeah pup. Get some rest, talk to later.", Martin replied
"Fine, talk to you later", Damon responded and disconnected the call putting away his phone.
Laying his face on the table he plays with his cup, and closes his eyes listening to the other patrons wondering what he should do.

The fox in a raccoons body once again looked over at Athea, he replies, " Not so much a catch as an intervention for this fur ball." Returning to the game he says, "So do you give up already brother?"

OOC: Just so you know Gear, Martin isn't here, he was on the other end of the phone call. Damon's here.
IC: Suddenly lifting his face up from the table before he could fully fall asleep. Damon takes a big swig of his harsh dark coffee. Decideing he should probably get some directions to a hotel or somthing, he takes a good look around at the patrons. Stopping his gaze on a lone patron, he grabs his drink and getting up walks over to stand by Tachi's table. " My apologies if I'm disturbing you, but I'm little new in town and you seemed the friendly sort so I was just wondering if you knew where the closest hotel is?", he says, placeing a light but charming smile on his face despite his tired mood. It couldn't hurt to be polite afterall, especially when alone in a new place.

Cecil just grinned, dipping his head in thanks. " So you have, well I must say that was quite satisfying. Tho a little short lived, anyhow ...", he pauses and waves his hand over the limp thread it's color changeing to silver and making it suddenly catch flight flowing over to the god of darkness. As it wraps itself quickly around Umbra's wrist taking an unmovable steely quality, Cecil continues, " remember at least 50 years. And I must be off, you know me can't settle with just one achievement." Letting his disguise fall back to his usual vulpine form, he waves. " It was good to see you brother Umbra, till next time..". Snaping his fingers, he disappears reappearing back at his clock tower, sitting once again on the hour hand, looking out to find people of interesting fates.

Grasping tachi's hand for the offered handshake he says still with a light smile, " A pleasure to meet you Tachi. I'm Damon.". Tilting his head to the side he considers the other male for a moment before, gesturing to the seat across from Tachi. " Do you mind? I always find it more fun drinking my morning coffee with others.", he says after his moment of internal conflict on how tired he was. Besides talking with this guy might prove interesting , he thinks to himself.

OOC: Ah cool, i was wondering why Tachi's and Kayle's characteristics were kinds morphing together lol.

IC: "Thanks, i don't mean to be a bother.", he says referring to Tachi's sigh, and sat across from him. "but as you notice im not going to let that stop me from being one", he continues, smiling. Taking a swing of his coffee, he glances around for a moment thinking before returning his gaze back to Tachi. "So tell me, what do you do that you must get up at this blasted hour?", he says with humor tho still with a slightly dry tone, due to his own frustration on the subject.

Leaning back in his chair, he looks at Tachi's face closely, hoping he wasnt being to brash . Shrugging he leans forward and drains the rest of his coffee. Looking at the empty cup he shakes it as if this might provide more of the bitter liquid to drink. Looking back to Tachi he shrugs again his mind already concocting a suitable lie, "Sorry about that didn't realize I was being so loud..". Sighing he continues, " I was just having some trouble with a family member, who was telling me the error of my work ethic." As he finishes saying this he chuckles a bit as if it was of no consiquence. Always keep truth in your lies...
Turning to look at the female fur, he tilts his head in tachi's direction waiting for him to respond. After all it was his table.

OOC: I didn't mean i thought their personalities were morphing but actual characteristics. Like how you described Tachi as an equine but if i remember correctly Kayle was the Pegasus mix i thought :P

IC: Dipping his head in greeting to the female he says, "Nice to meet you Brittany, I'm Damon". Turning back to face Tachi he says amused, "A usual huh? Do come here every morning and snoop on who orders what?". Blinking at the thought, he looks down at his empty cup.
" Speaking of which im gonna need another order myself... One moment", he says getting up from his seat and moving off to order himself another drink, staring at the list of drinks with his wobble tired vision trying to look for the strongest he could find.

OOC: Oh, I got the reindeer part, but to be honest I didn't know they were considered Equine... Embarrassing.

IC: Having decided on a Red Eye, he grabs the drink and moves back to the table, plopping down and taking a sip of his beverage. Returning the bright smile with a curiously honest expression he says, " Oh well, if we are shareing personal secrets now, I guess I should tell you I enjoy the blood of bitter virgins mixed in my tea". Taking another sip of his beverage he smiles just as brightly as Tachi had to him, not allowing an un-honest quirk in his body show if he was joking or not.

OOC: YAY! No more need to be Embarrassed. I guess ill do that as well : D

IC: Keeping up the smile for only a moment longer, he tones it down and lets out a soft laugh. Shrugging his shoulders off offhandedly, he takes a gulp of his drink. He was having a lot more fun than he first expected when the conversation first started. Chuckling with humor he says with a playful glint in his eye, " I understand its validity, but i must say i prefer to use the body to satisfy other urges than hunger." Turning his head slightly to Brittany, he quirks the equivalent of a brow, "What about you, any secrets you want to share miss?"

As usual Cecil had been playing his game, hands weaving and patterning the multitude of threads, golden in hue this time, in his hands as he looked out upon the city. Blinking himself out of the daze he got caught up in when playing with fate, something specific had caught his eye. Pulling the threads taught he looked closely, as they told him a story only he could read. As he leaned back against the face of the clock sighing, someone could have mistaken the sound for longing... If you didn't know him at least.
Clasping his hands together the golden threads fade, and silver ones appeared in thier place. It was most interesting and hard to handle the threads that represented gods, so many were gathering in this town and Cecil couldn't help but feel a slight thrill he couldn't explain at the prospect. So much could be changed in the face of gods and so many stories could be written.

The clock hand moved and sounded an hour, though used to it he wasn't fazed. However by happened chance it showed him somthing he had missed before. "I really should paymore attention to things", was all he could say about the pattern of threads before his ears were assaulted by a call causing the vulpine appendage to swivel towards the source. Glancing down, he couldn't say he was surprised to see Zachary so soon, even if he had basicly just arrived in Aurasnock. He couldn't help having a touch of "real" smile on his face, before he put on his preferred mask of aloofness. Cecil thought Zachary an amusing character, more so than others at least... He was constant and persistent unlike others...

"Zachary.", he says by way of greeting not bothering to raise his voice. Diss appearing from his seat he appears standing next to the other fox, " what brings you here?"

OOC: We need more Myth bloods as well or else there won't be anything to capture. Especially since your saying you won't be useing Kayle anymore?

Letting the threads fade from existence, he tilts his head to the side a thoughtful expression on his face as he stared at Zachary. Non chalantly Cecil brings his hand up and taps Zachary's nose, and then waggling digit in front of him. " You know you shouldn't ask me such things, they are un- beneficial to your health", he says with a playful if almost predatory expression. Letting his hand fall back to his side he looks around at his surroundings, the random furs moving about in a seemingly unorganized mass, looked nothing but patterns to Cecil.
Sliding his hand through the fur atop his head, his fur started to change color. Flowing down from the top of his body downwards changing his orange fur red, the brown to white , and the white to black. Once that was done, he snapped his fingers causing the dark pants he was wearing to disappear and be replaced by buisness casual attire. All these changes happened in moment before he looked back to Zachary. " If you really want to know, you can tag along.", he said simply before turning on the spot and walking into the crowd, heading down the street, none of the normal furs taking notice as they simply moved around him without their own knowledge.

Not even looking at Ethan, Cecil continues walking forward. "Sorry man, im not buying what your sellin", he says to the fox. Continuing onward he lets invisible silver thread wrap around Ethan's legs causing a loss of sense of direction, making him unable to follow Cecil as he continues walking out of sight. After abit he stands in front of a small family bakery, holding his hand out in front of him golden threads invisible to the normal furs pervades the premises as it works out the fate he has determined.

Speaking to Zachary as he worked he said in an almost bland way, " I have nothing against your brother, though i am sorry to hear he is unpleasant to you, I just couldn't allow him to follow me. Fate is a private matter after all...". Remembering something Cecil brings his other hand up and snaps his fingers forcing the curse to fade away from Ethan. Returning to his work he focuses solely on the building of his attention, only a few more moments pass before he places his hand back by his side, and walks into the establishment. Once inside the small building, one could see the hand cleaned floors and tables, you could always tell...a feeling, that a place was well maintained a cared for. Walking to the bakery's counter, he rang the bell on the counter, which caused a clamor of commotion to resound from what one could assume was the "kitchen".
Stumbling behind the counter came an old bear, with a lumbering disposition, but a kind face. "What can i do for you today, Mr. Kale!", he the old bear said joyfully a large smile on his face.
Smiling back Mr. Kale, Aka Cecil replied, "The usual, Tim." Nodding joyfully the bear went into the display case, pulling out three chocolate croissants and one peach- goat cheese tart and placed them all in a bag folding the opening neatly closed. Pulling money out of his suit jacket "Mr. Kale" paid the exact amount he now it would cost. Grabbing the bag he pauses, and turns to speak to Zachary. "Want anything before we go? This will be your only chance.", he says with a hint of if someonewho didn't know him heard it, could be mistaken for sadness.

Shrugging Cecil turned and head for the door, lifting a hand and waving goodbye to Tim without looking. "Good bye Tim, Tell Johnny i said hi.", he says in his usual if bland voice, letting go of the young refined upper class tone he had been using. Tim called out in response, "I Will! And i can't thank you enough for what you've done for my boy, putting him in that fancy daycare for me and all since im busy. Thanks!", said cheerfully... as always. Walking out into the street not responding he grips Zachary's shoulder, and abruptly they reappear by the clock tower. Looking up he says, " I guess you can have the minute hand if you wish to watch the fire works with me", he states, looking over at the other fox, and letting the Mr.Kale disguise fade back to his usual appearance.

"Hmmm, be prepared to catch on to your spot", was all he said before making them appear in their respective spots, Cecil on the hour hand, and Zachary on the Minute hand. Not paying attention whether or not if Zachary catches his sitting spot Cecil looks out across the city. Keeping an empty expression he calls a single thread of gold in his hand, playing around with it letting it flow from one hand to the other, twirling in intricate patterns.