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Out of Milliways:

Impendet

(Which is Latin for 'Why yes, this is all coming to a head, why do you ask?')

[OOC: No warnings to speak of for this segment, but warnings for every flavor of violence imaginable apply to previous threads as well as some sexual content. Thanks to Veronica for filling in as Mesaana. Previous Traps Segments: Inludet, Exeunt, Inaestuat, Excutiant, Distorquet, Intercidet. Go on, read.]

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Out of Milliways:

The Forsaken and their minions gather at a party hosted by the decadent and flamboyant Graendal for a night of dancing and plotting amongst the elite servants of the Shadow. Of course, nothing ever quite goes as planned. Ishamael always sees to that.

One Enchanted Evening

[OOC: Each thread leads to the next via linkage. Warnings for evil, intrigue, language, and mild sexual content apply. A big thanks goes out to the other three Forsaken-muns: Amy, Rachel (Kim Bauer-mun), and Veronica (Behrooz-mun.) Sit back and enjoy. Notably, you do not have to have read the lead-up to follow this.]

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Out of Milliways:

Mesaana conducts a meeting with another Chosen in the hopes of obtaining more information. This unfortunately meets with less than productive results. For Mesaana anyway.

[OOC: Warning for people furniture. Also, thanks to Veronica (Behrooz-mun) for filling in as Mesaana.]

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Out of Milliways:

Mesaana and Lanfear hold a meeting, verbal bitchslapping ensues but nonetheless many interesting revelations are made.

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Out of Milliways:

The Forsaken begin to put the pieces together each in their own way. Mesaana decides to construct a tower of bones, while Lanfear uses a spy to find the beginnings of a link between Mesaana and Ishamael.

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Last Night:

In the Wolfdream, Behrooz meets with the wolf, Small Flame, and he is brought to a very familiar location... Meeting up with her teacher, Kim intends to kill Mesaana. A Lesson in Pain is learned, as Behrooz watches helpless as Kim fights for her life against the vicious Forsaken. In Those Few Remaining Moments, Behrooz and Jack do what they can for Kim.

[OOC: Warning for graphic violence, blood, torture, general gruesomeness, and complete lack of surprise on anyone's part.]

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Out of Milliways:

In the Second Age, Ishamael sends Mesaana a short note.

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Out of Milliways:

Canto V: The Unforgiven

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Out of Milliways:

Canto IV: Burial for a Butterfly

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Out of Milliways:

Canto III: The Lord of the Flies

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Out of Milliways:

Canto II: The Fallen

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Out of Milliways:

Canto I: The Pieces

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After leaving a package at the bar for Daria, (because after all one could never have too many young minds to shape), Mesaana sat calmly at an out of the way table with a cup of tea.

A tall woman with short hair, icy blue eyes, wearing a rather elegant dress of grey silk sat having a cup of tea. Not what you would expect for a Forsaken.

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It's been said that when the Dark comes rising that six will turn it back. Notably, there aren't six around at the moment and so Mesaana is sitting at a table sipping a cup of very strong tea calmly. She does not look particularly like a Dark Lord since she's currently wearing a blue robe over her white nightdress. Her hair is a mess and she looks a touch grumpy.

Go on, tempt Fate. If you are really good at tempting, Fate just might screw you.

princeinexile

There is a maimed prince with a whole VERITABLE STACK of books, note pads, and a couple of scrolls with him on the table. There is also a slender case on the table, which holds a flute inside. He has gone through two parts of ginseng tea and thus, remains both busy and rather energizeed.

Zuko has been busy, it seems, and he has not had and entrance post in some time, so here he is -- please, come and ask about the several projects that keep the prince from going insane while he waits for the door to appear.

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A tall woman in a soberly cut grey dress sat sipping tea in an out of the way table. A pile of very technical and complicated papers sat in front of her, and she was paging through them at a leisurely pace between sips of tea.

She was carefully not looking at the pile of miscellaneous jewelry piled beside her, bracelets and bangles of a various shapes and sizes, a few rings. She had learned of a curious artifact in possession of another Chosen, and was attempting to replicate the effects, though she was meeting with little success, and was thus returning to the schematics.

It would be advised to be careful about touching the jewelry. One should know better than to take harmless looking bits of jewelry from Dark Lords.

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The cold wind tore at Mesaana's black dress, but she did not give it the honor of even a note. Kim shivered slightly which earned a considerate look, before she glanced forward to the rock a little ways in front of them. Her crystalline voice was calm and collected as she spoke to her student.

A golden glow blossomed around her as she nodded to her student who followed suit. The two glowing figures waited a moment as Mesaana lectured slightly.

"Control is of the utmost as this requires a great deal of the Power."

Weaves formed slowly around her hands so that Kim could see how they were formed. A blinding flash as myriad coruscating bolts of lightning flung from Mesaana's hands. Whipping back and forth in a blinding display of power, the bolts twisted in the air for just a second before disappearing.

The smell of ozone was crisp in the air. A satisfied look on Mesaana's face. The stone was ripped by gashes, the very rock turned to impossibly smooth glass. At the stone's base, the snow was melted and the grass burned slightly.

"That, Lady Kim, is your next task."

agirllost

Kim's sitting in a booth. She has a salad, although she's more picking at it then eating, and her iPod but she's not listening to it right now.

She's distracted by her thoughts but approachable.

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Out of Milliways:

Kim Bauer grieves, and her teacher, Mesaana, is there to comfort her.

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Teri enters the bar again. She stops briefly to get a cup of tea before taking a seat at a nearby table, watching the people move about the bar, looking for a familiar face.

She's hoping to see someone. A few someones, perhaps.

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Angie had asked the Bar for clothing that was more elegant, and so now she comes downstairs a little shyly, but trying to hold herself straight, drawing herself up to her full five feet nine inches of height.

She'd let her red-gold hair air dry and she'd brushed it carefully. She was wearing jeans that actually fit, and a black shirt with kimono sleeves. It had taken all of her will power to not pile on her makeup.

She looks lovely.

But feels nothing like herself.

She sits down at a table with a glass of ice-water, back straight and ankles crossed at the knees, opens The Scarlet Letter and begins to read.

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Angela, heavy makeup and clad entirely in baggy black clothing, is huddled in the corner of a booth.

Her mom and dad just left the bar. Grampa left a week ago.

She feels very dreadfully alone.

And very scared.

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Angela is down in the bar, with her mp3 player, her head bobbing along with the music, some mid-21st century neo-punk or something.

Or the Grateful Dead.

Hey, if she can't smoke pot anymore, at least she can listen to the Dead.

As usual, she's wearing baggy black clothing and too much makeup. She's eating a burger and fries and drinking a coke.

She'll pop the earbuds out of her ears if you want to talk to her.

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Chloe's sitting at a booth tonight, enjoying a mug of hot coffee while she flips through an old edition of the Daily Planet. Her digital camera lies on the table nearby. Y'know, just in case anything out of the ordinary - well, for Milliways standards anyway - happens.

A good reporter should always be prepared.

[mun apologizes if replies are slow as she finishes up figures for a paper.]

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Ingrid's sitting at a table, a notebook open in front of her that she's writing in with a blue-ink pen, pausing frequently between words.

There's also a half-full glass of white wine and a jar of peanut butter open on nearby, though she seems to have forgotten they exist.

Feel free to remind her that other things do, in fact, exist.