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Post by Jack Sparrow on Feb 11, 2015 19:46:35 GMT -5
"Yes, by all means, Mrs. Brown, come along," Jack said with a chuckle as he thought about the three-headed whatever-it-was again. "And Craig, no one need know about your gifts. Do they?" he asked Mira and Alastair. "I mean, no one has to declare 'I'm the fourth Earl of Sandwich, and I can blow your arse out of the water because I'm a mutant,' right? They aren't that damned race sensitive, are they? I mean, half of them there can melt your bones with a funny look, and the other half fix you right back up again."
"Melt your bones?" Mrs. Brown shrieked as she looked at her employer and Mr. Dragotti. "Merciful heaven That can't be true!"
"I meant it as a figure of speech," Jack said as he shook his head. "I could have said the lot were all racist, but not all of them are. At any rate, Craig, it will certainly be an interesting place to visit. Unless that surly man Snape is there. Then again, he's probably in Scotland annoying his students."
Jack looked at Craig and smirked a bit. "I was kidding about that melting business! Melkir should be fine with a visit. He looks like a rock star more than a wizard."
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Post by Craig Dragotti on Feb 12, 2015 7:33:46 GMT -5
Craig saw Mrs. Brown and grinned. ''At least you won't be near the house pixies while you're with us,'' he said. His eyes became wide after Jack mentioned melting bones. He stepped back for a second. ''Melting bones?'' Craig muttered. He shook his head in absolute disbelief.
Craig's sigh was one of relief after Jack revealed he joked about melting bones. He began to smile. ''I'm aware of my past as a mob boss, but melting bones does seem like a frightening ability. It's good to know that the people we are visiting don't have that power.'' |
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Post by Blackwell on Feb 25, 2015 19:20:46 GMT -5
"Well, that isn't totally correct or incorrect," Alastair said as Mrs. Brown shrieked again. "Some can, but they'd be tossed in prison if they did. Melkir might be a tad eccentric, but he doesn't put up with that sort of nonsense. You will all be perfectly safe there, and no, you need not declare a power set of any type. If anyone gets nosy, send them to me."
"Oh, will we see that old fart Bloodworth?" Jack asked as he smirked again, this time smiling toward Mira's direction. "Well, he is an old fossil who acts like an old fossil. He's crusty and a bit unpleasant at times."
"He is on assignment as far as I know," Alastair said as he looked toward Ashvin. "Coming along for the trip?"
"No, I think I'll stay here with my sister," the younger man said as he nodded toward Jack. "I haven't seen Sri in ages. We can watch the house while you're gone. I'm sure we can fend off the house pixies if needed."
"Well, now that that's settled then, Craig, want to head off? Adventure awaits!" Alastair asked as he smiled at Mr. Dragotti.
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Post by Craig Dragotti on Feb 26, 2015 7:08:09 GMT -5
Craig smiled at Alastair. ''It's good to know that we'll be safe.'' He shook his head in disbelief. ''I can survive literally being in the middle of my ex-button men's battles, but the thought of having my bones melted terrifies me.''
Craig laughed for a few seconds. ''If Bloodworth is nasty, he and Reynard will get along. Unless Bloodworth has a cat. Reynard won't go near him if he owns a cat.''
Craig faced Ashvin. ''Take care of our home,'' he said before he frowned. He focused on Ashvin. ''There is a red rose in my bedroom. Please make sure nothing damages it. The rose is very important to me.''
After a sudden thoughtful expression, Craig continued to concentrate on Ashvin. ''There is a framed photo of Isabella, my deceased wife. You will find it on the wall. Make sure NOTHING happens to it.'' A smile began to replace his expression after he turned to Jack. ''Ready when you are, my friend.'' |
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Post by Blackwell on Feb 27, 2015 19:12:57 GMT -5
OOC: Doctor Who jokes to follow--the nicknames are not my doing! IC: "Alfred Bloodworth has dragons, but I don't thank Gramps has a cat," Alastair said as Mrs. Brown gave him an odd look. "We all have nicknames. All the police lot I mean. I'm Chins. I think you can see why," he said as he tapped on his chin. "Alec Broadchurch is Sand Shoes because he always wears tennis shoes. Alfred is called Gramps because he looks like your standard issue grandfather on a British comedy show." "Sounds like you will all have an interesting time," Ashvin said as he nodded to the group. "We will make sure your belongings are safe, Mr. Dragotti." "So much excitement!" Mrs. Brown said as she smiled at Mr. Dragotti. "This should be fascinating!" "Well, we'd best be heading out now," Alastair said as he opened a portal. "We'll be back later, Ashvin. Tell Sri I said hello," he said as he opened a portal to the home of the Mystic Council. "Mira, after you," Jack said as he motioned for her to follow after Alastair. "Craig, Ashvin and Sri will make sure nothing happens here." TBC in The Hunt for Le Fay: Tour Guides Optional in the Mystic Council forum |
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Post by Craig Dragotti on Feb 28, 2015 10:53:53 GMT -5
Craig proceeded to shrug. ''Cats don't bother me at all,'' he said. One of his eyebrows went up. ''Dragons? They seem like interesting pets,'' Craig said. He smiled at Ashvin. ''Thanks for taking care of my prized belongings.''
Craig viewed Alastair opening a portal. He smiled at Jack. ''I am certain that Ashvin and Sri are able to take care of our home.'' He began to follow everyone at a snail's pace.
*Exit to The Hunt for LeFay: Tour Guides Optional* |
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