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val_corax So, I decided to treat myself Friday night and went out to the Rat and Raven, stuffed myself silly and had three pints of beer over the course of several hours. All in all, I was feeling pretty good and a bit on the fuzzy side as I walked home. Was getting pretty close to Snakes an Lattes when I was spotted by one of the homeless community. A seventy-something older woman. I tried to remember her name, but couldn't pull it out of my booze addled brain to save the life of me. Didn't matter all that much. I've put a lot off time in to getting the homeless population to like me(and tell me things!) and part of that is handing out piles of spare change over the years. So, I got some change ready and went to talk with the old lady. Made some small talk, reminded her about Regan Hope, then got shot in the back!
I heard three shots, but only two hit. One in my arm, while the second bullet got me in the upper leg. I did what any sensible Corax would do in that situation. I bolted and got in to the air as soon as I had some cover. As I was running for it, my attacker fired off another shot. He hit the old lady instead of me and according to the paper in the morning, she died in the hospital. Fuck. Anyway. Once I was in the air, I followed the guy to his car - a civic. It was the fucking Fomor I'd made go splat earlier in the month! So it wasn't just a bug-spewer. Must have been a damn Hollow Man! I managed to tail him as far as the west end of Jermantown Avenue. I lost him for a bit and when I found the car again, he'd ditched it and taken off in a second one. I'd lost him. Nothing else I could do, so I went home, sent out some text messages and called it a night.
In the morning, I spotted Javid across the street, watching the police as they gathered evidence. So, I popped across the street to invite him over for a chat. Brad showed up as well, so I dragged the pair of them in to my apartment with the promise of news. I told them what had happened and Brad started to fuss over me as if I was going to fall apart on him. That boy worries far too much. He then took off for a grocery run, so I'd have plenty of food in my fridge. While he was gone, I gave Javid all the info I had on the Fomor that'd attacked me and what little I knew about Hollow Ones. When he left, I decided to work on taxes. Eventually, Brad came back bearing food and made me lunch. I promised him that I'd be careful, but I'm not certain he believed me.
Later that evening, Thomas called me back and we had a short chat, which ended with him coming over for a longer chat. He's back to calling me Feathers. Oh well. Guess him using my real name was too much to ask for. One way or another, we talked about the Hollow Man and I got the man's work ID off Thomas. Then we settled down for the remainder of the evening and I started teaching him how to Summon Spirits.
I'm planning on a rather big summoning in a few months. It'll be risky. But, you know what they say, nothing ventured, nothing gained!
I heard three shots, but only two hit. One in my arm, while the second bullet got me in the upper leg. I did what any sensible Corax would do in that situation. I bolted and got in to the air as soon as I had some cover. As I was running for it, my attacker fired off another shot. He hit the old lady instead of me and according to the paper in the morning, she died in the hospital. Fuck. Anyway. Once I was in the air, I followed the guy to his car - a civic. It was the fucking Fomor I'd made go splat earlier in the month! So it wasn't just a bug-spewer. Must have been a damn Hollow Man! I managed to tail him as far as the west end of Jermantown Avenue. I lost him for a bit and when I found the car again, he'd ditched it and taken off in a second one. I'd lost him. Nothing else I could do, so I went home, sent out some text messages and called it a night.
In the morning, I spotted Javid across the street, watching the police as they gathered evidence. So, I popped across the street to invite him over for a chat. Brad showed up as well, so I dragged the pair of them in to my apartment with the promise of news. I told them what had happened and Brad started to fuss over me as if I was going to fall apart on him. That boy worries far too much. He then took off for a grocery run, so I'd have plenty of food in my fridge. While he was gone, I gave Javid all the info I had on the Fomor that'd attacked me and what little I knew about Hollow Ones. When he left, I decided to work on taxes. Eventually, Brad came back bearing food and made me lunch. I promised him that I'd be careful, but I'm not certain he believed me.
Later that evening, Thomas called me back and we had a short chat, which ended with him coming over for a longer chat. He's back to calling me Feathers. Oh well. Guess him using my real name was too much to ask for. One way or another, we talked about the Hollow Man and I got the man's work ID off Thomas. Then we settled down for the remainder of the evening and I started teaching him how to Summon Spirits.
I'm planning on a rather big summoning in a few months. It'll be risky. But, you know what they say, nothing ventured, nothing gained!
