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Post by Tawny Foxx on May 8, 2008 2:12:17 GMT 1
Paranormal? Supernatural? Maybe the way her socks always seem to go missing one at a time. Or how prices seem to go up along with the amount of money you make? Things were definately...Normal. Well, as normal as a day in Tawny's life could be concerned. "...Um...No?" Dreams, yes. But dreams were just dreams, right?
The rest...She didn't really know what to say. I mean, books weren't exactly her thing, and his profession was cool and all...But. Yeah. Not so much.
Struggling to find something to say, Tawny came up with...Nothing. So, she said the next best thing. ...I guess. "A philosopher? So a lot of people hate you for your radical ideas then?" This might prove to be interesting...
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Post by Maximillion VonMitternacht on May 9, 2008 4:03:32 GMT 1
Maximillion grins, shaking his head as he ordered yet another drink. He couldn't seem to get enough of them.
"My 'theories' touched a little too close to home, and concerned people. In fact, my 'theories' revealed some underground activity that people thought were completely under wraps, and so they sent people to take whatever information I possessed, and do away with me. I managed to get away, but I've been laying low a lot lately."
"On the flip side, there are people who benefitted from that information. The last Sla-.... I mean, the last person who used my information told the others, and now they know that I can help them. The Watch-...erm, they watch for any opportunity they have to find a moment I am in need of something, and they provide it, hoping they can either lay guilt on me, or bribe me into doing what they want."
He took his refreshed drink and took a sip from it, going a bit slower than usual now. The idea was to gulp down an old favorite until you had made up for lost time, then savor it after you had.
"So here I am, caught in the middle, and whichever side I join, the other's going to want to do away with me...BAD. And both factions are powerful enough to pull strings in D.C., and other high offices, to get their way. Rather than choose either, I've chosen to keep low for the time being....which may've just been compromised."
He adjusted his sunglasses, as if out of habit, hiding his uniquely glowing eyes, and he looked around to see if any of his would-be pursuers were nearby, but they apparently weren't.
"But I guess I couldn't run away from my strange dilemma more than anyone else, say someone who had witnessed peculiar things in more-than-vivid dreams and had seen them come true as prophetic could ignore them and not do anything about them. I can no more hide from my fate, than anyone else who is within reach of the gaping maws of Fate itself."
He smiled, looking at the ground as if deep in thought and he sighed.
"This is the Hellmouth after all."
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Post by Tawny Foxx on May 11, 2008 19:49:28 GMT 1
A healthy slip of fear crossed her features, but she hid it well, or perhaps shaped it behind that wall of comfort as so many normal people tended to do. Maybe he was a loony. Or maybe, just maybe, he was pulling her leg. And rather than pry for the truth, she skipped to the next subject.
And she was about to, had his final words not hit so close to home. "What do you know about nightmares?" She asked with an almost quiet intensity. Tawny was a little intimidating when she wanted soemthing. Or knew what she wanted.
The problem was, she didn't know how to go about asking without admitting to things she'd rather not have the public knowing. After the point of interest though, the rest was largely ignored.
Her eyes were focused on his. These nightmares had plagued her for weeks. If there was a way to get rid of them, then she wanted to know. And she wanted to know now. Even if it meant talking to a complete stranger about something completely personal that she didn't want the general public to know.
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Post by Maximillion VonMitternacht on May 12, 2008 18:39:50 GMT 1
"Nightmares?" He asked, with a coy smile. "There's no cure for 'nightmares', other than peace-of-mind. As for the Visions I'm sure you've experienced, the only thing you can do about them is forearm yourself for the events you beheld. I mean, you could always choose to do nothing, but then should these nightmarish visions be prophetic, doing nothing could be the one thing that ends up with people dead."
He finished the last of his fourth, and final cup, tossing it into the waste bin idly as he thought about the best way to answer her questions, without letting on too much.
"All of us have a calling we were brought into the world to fulfill, whether we like it or not. We can still try and lead somewhat of a normal life despite it, but if we ignore our ultimate calling, Fate will find a way to manipulate our lives to where nothing BUT our Fate exists before us. It can eliminate everything we hold dear that is threatening to distract us from that calling, so that our path lies clear in front of us."
"I hope that answers your questions.. if not, I'd be glad to answer more."
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Post by Tawny Foxx on May 14, 2008 1:52:29 GMT 1
With a slightly confused look on her face, Tawny watched the man, and listened to every word he spoke. Intently. "Visions?"
Before she could ask more, she was tapped on the shoulder by her bodyguard. George. "Miss. Time to go. You have an event to star in." He wasn't exactly...one to smooth over his words much.
With her thoughts more on the event than her own problems, Tawny nodded silently. When she turned back on the man she encountered, she asked a question. "You know my name, but I don't even know who you are." Well...Okay. Not a question. But it might as well be!
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Post by Maximillion VonMitternacht on May 21, 2008 21:09:53 GMT 1
"VonMitternacht. Maximillion VonMitternacht." He replied with a wink. "And I'll see you at the concert!"
As she was watching him, he turned and walked across the street, and turned to wave at her. A large semi truck zoomed by, and when it had passed, Maximillion was already gone...
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