cryptomancer

Hanging up the 'Gater's' call mickey pulls open the small fridge in his limo. Taking out a can of coke and a small stick of biltong he leans back. Sammy finally wants to talk, but wont say who about, interesting. A lot of the Bosses are going to be targeting Shamus now, they gonna think he squealed. this would cause problems if they do, time to go talk to the Irish. Speed dail places the call, "Hello..... ja.... set up the meetings... same place.... oh and keep a eye out for one of Sammy's boys, he finally wants to talk it seems." Next call.... "Shamus..... Rumour has it that your midnight snack was a bit off?...... Ja man..... I got the drugs too.... seems Gutterball was not liking you..... We need to meet... same place?........ ok... I wait your call"

Mickey grined as the news played, amused at Gutterball's error of letting his goons carry guns so visibly. Johannes had been a good man, but no room in this business for carelessness, and if three cannot handle one man they deserved what they got. Putting his feet onto the table Mickey relaxed. his thoughts drifting to the meeting after the death of Tony Avocado. "I told them we couldnt play nice" Mickey said to himself as he sipped his wine. Standing Mickey dialed for a car.

Cryptomancer steps forward, eyeing the tunnel, then in a rare display of sheer bravado, draws weapons and grinning steps into the tunnel, (oddly enough his shadow seems to have more weapons than him) "turning to the crowd smile firmly in place, he winks, "I see no reason to break from character to explore carefully so, here goes." With that Cryptomancer charges after Mynx and in a true barbarian style accompanies it with a perfectly suited battlecry.

Mickey looks at the TV, shakes his head and turns it off. His cell rings moments later, "Gutterball? What do you want? ........ You what?....... No... I was talking to him for most of the night, cafe on the eastside.... his goon were there too.... .... I would know if he had more men in the country that could have pulled that off.... Dont raize your voice at me.... ... It was not him....... " Mickey's eyes narrow, "dont you dare threaten me, I will take great joy in watching you squirm under the tip of my blade.......... " Mickey closed the call... his cell hanging the call up as it hit the wall... Pulling the simcard out of the remains of his phone he places it in his spare, it rings soon after it turns on, "What?.... Shamus.... yes I know.......... I will make a call." Closing the call Mickey conciders things for a moment, then speeddail places his next call......... "Johannes, I want him to hurt.... double the fee... yes.... "

OOc: A vote against Max "Gutterball" Klatz - Katzaniel

Mickey looks the Irish boss over, and leans forward suddenly with a sly grin. "Shamus, You know that I have dealings in the gathering of information? Most people are aware of this. I am looking to find out what is happening to our little world. You see, having the frenchman after us all is a minor inconvieniance, but our rivals are being removed by someone that seem to to have a bit more, shall we say, moral leaway." Mickey leans back again, looking Shamus in the eye, "Who are the most ambitious in our related businesses. I smuggle diamonds, deal in information, I dont want to have to be worrying about the boys in other areas. But we are being given no choice. Between you and me, who can we trust the most?"

Mickey's car pulls up at the curb by a small cafe'. He likes this place because of the coffee, and the view of the street from its small mezzanine floor tables. Ordering an espresso shot and placing a tab, he moves to his favourite table to wait. Shortly after a small group of men enter the cafe', ordering coffees and splitting themselves around the tables both upstairs and around the main floor. Mickey nods at the well dressed minder that seats himself two tables away. Picking up his cell he makes a call, "Ja man, I am here already, you know it is safe to talk, my men will not interfere with us....... Sure bring your boys in, there is room, and I would prefer you to feel safe while we talk...... keep your gun, I dont mind, like I said we are just going to talk, we need to start some channels of comunication...... good? see you in a bit then." Clicking the cell off, Mickey downs his coffee and waves to the waitress for a second. Putting his feet up on the chair opposite he leans back, and waits.

*Turns up Bryan Adams, '18 till I die' and puts it on repeat* Ok.. so I am 31.... but I work retail, so let me sell this to you in plain retail speak... Cryptomancer, 18 a real bargin, please have a closer look. Beautiful isn't he, and just 18 too, such a deal. Here, let me show you something, if you combine him with this small annoying bird, yes it is a raven, only 6 too so useful to aggrivate things with, and can riddle as well. So all up only 24, still a real bargin, but you really should take his ego as well, I mean his full potential is only reached if you have the ego. The ego is 469.95 but if you take it all now I can do a fantastic deal.. Yes, ok... just let me ask the manager if i can still discount it a bit.. *walks into the back room, waits a few moments looking at the wall.* Great news, my boss said that as we have a stocktake next week and it is our last package, for just 30 it is yours... deal... fantastic .. cash or credit.. cash.. fantastic.. now would you like to extend the warranty on that too... just 1.. yes.. ok.. only 31.. fantastic.. enjoy your day.. Cryptomancer.. last one.. incomplete.. just 18.95 plus postage and handling.

My greatest fear, hurting those that I love.

It tumbles and rolls in defiant pleasure Of all my well meaning ways. That seems to utter the measure, Of all my scheming days. Upon the rest of outward thinking, My muse holds my thought Her beauty with my eyes drinking, By her love, inspiration taught. The song of ink opon the paper, That silent mind awakes. Brandishing the lighted taper, In the fall of imagery, my heart aches. ...... Where was love when I felt like hate? The touch of caressing hearts Mist the waves of eternal waters, Tears drying upon the empty slate. [Line: 'Softer words were never spoken']

Cryptomancer turns to look for the owner of a voice he heard.... Nave finds himself looking at a very tattooed bald figure holding a bottle of faintly green liquid. "Care for a taste of the finest drink upon the surface of the plane?"

Mickey sat in the soft leather armchair of his living room, the reports were too disturbing, not a good thing. That French cop in the light again, and three deaths, and the information gathering seemed to point nowhere. Mickey glanced at the samples of Diamonds on the low coffee table, good shipment, but maybe delay the next one a few days, just in case things go sour. Picking up the phone, speed dialing a number, he waits a moment for the answer, then "Antoinie, what is going on? I told you to get me news and I here it in the media first? what do I pay you for?" Listening carefully to the answer, Mickey smiled, "You sure he is CIA? Bring him in, Find out what you can, then kill him." Placing the phone on the cradle mickey stands and moves to the door, his cell already at his ear, "Francis, get my car going, I got a few visits to make."

The raven looks at the bottle, tilts his head, and in a fit of laughter falls off the rafter. "Hey, you really think that trick is gonna work on me twice in one lifetime?" The raven perches on the feline's shoulder. "I dont drink pepsi! And dont polute even an empty coke bottle with it, that is just plain wrong!"

"Blah" Well maybe "haha" Or just a "yeha" Disbelieving "wha?" Butler's greeting "siah" tabacco spitting "ptwah" frantic "gaaa!" Ghostly "bwah" it is all just so much, "La de de da" "Tra La la." [Thanks to MIC for the last lines. The song 'Catch me' "tra la la, tra la la, tra la la, la de de da" is very catchy] My line..... 'Intensly my soul spreads its wings upon the ocean point'

Cryptomancer catches Mynx's arm as she is being lead away, and in a graceful dance movement, spins her away from The stinky dwarf/predator, grinning at the slightly startled expression on Mynx's face as he does so. In a series of gentle turns, the Cryptomancer slowly moves Mynx into view of the small portal that beside him still. "Watch the soft blue light Mynx." Mynx giggles as she notices that patterns are dancing in the light, showing a view of the room beyond, her eyes widen at the realisation that this small bar, is in fact a full liqour store, and Cryptomancer seems to be well known. Cryptomancer places a small crystal glass below Mynx's nose, letting the soft annis seed aroma catch her attention, And as he draws her eyes down to the softly glowing liquid in the vessel, touches it to her lips. Slowly the young feline opens her mouth, and grasping the small glass between her lips, tilts her head back, letting the contents of the glass flow into her mouth. "Absynthe for the beauty, let loose the bonds of thought." Cryptomancers whisper is greated by a very stunned look on Mynx's face, as she realises 95% alcohol is quite strong. Turning Mynx in a slow and graceful dance that seems to work into the slight sway of intoxication very well, Cryptomancer relieves her of the bottle from The stinky dwarf/predator, placing it in his portal as it closes. [OOC: Glowing Absynthe, a drink blessed and brewed by the Cryptomancer, Its effects can only be removed the brewer, as it contains a small but potent spell of permanent intoxication. For the full duration of the party, Mynx is Intoxicated, and will most likely kill me three weeks from now when the hangover finally departs.]

*The Raven eyes the potion with interest* *slowly and cautiously shuffles closer to it* *in a flutter of wings the Raven has the container of potion in his beak and in on one of the rafters in the roof.* From above the applicants and visitors, a soft lapping sound is heard, shortly before a crisp voice (much like a cheese grater on concrete) drifts down to their ears, "Ok, this would go well with coke."

Mickey grins as the ends the call on his cell. A good day, Terrorist dead, information gained, and just enough given to the government to keep them chasing their tails fro a few weeks. Interesting to find the links with some people here in the room, crime bosses funding terrorist groups, or buying soldiers. Placing a faintly tinted pair of Serengeti glasses on Mickey surveys the room over the rims.

Cryptomancer watches as the sylph disappears from view. "Interesting choice of creature for the party, they seem to enjoy the atmoshere very much." Grinning at Celes, Cryptomancer bows slightly as the air shimers in front of him, reaching out into a small blue/green portal, he retrieves a bottle. "I find summoning my own private bar staff more useful. May I offer you a drink?"

Sammy hits Mickey well enough on the shoulder twisting him back a step, Mickey grins at the parting remark, turning to watch Sammy as he moves to the door. "You have any tattoos I should know about? If you do, I can turn it into a label." As sammy turns to catch Mickey's coment, Mickey grins, a small knife hanging below his right hand, swinging from the key chain that it is attatched to. "Maybe we should have a little talk?"

Please dont worry about the order of lines, write one for any of the lines so far given. As you may note, my last post had several lines that I had missed in my daily ratrace lap, so please, please please feel free to have a go, as long as the line was given here somewhere..... Staring into the darkest night, My eyes adjust to tungsten light, Streaming upon the cracked ashalt That wearily I tread. In the hour that day departed, Homeward my path had started, Seamingly darkness caused a halt To the workday's thread. Softly my mind by music shifted, As on the bus, asleep I drifted, Past the gulls, and bay of salt Away from the place of dread. Home my heart call takes me, Before I can dream completely, And in my dreams draw the bolt That frees love's wings to spead. Line: 'Thread upon the beading silk'

A graceful leap into double meaning, Coffee paid the price, Six shots of espresso, And the joyously hidden devise. A graceful leap into double meaning, Moments of utter joy, devised By the silken talking of lovers, Upon the daylights late demise. Liquid Laughter, subtle play, Defeat desaster, love has her say. Line: "Race upon the twilight clouds"

Mickey leans back and puts his feet on the table, rocking slowly in the chair. In his strong South African accent he mimics Tony Avocado, "Boys and girls, Please play nice!" Chuckling softly, he surveys the room, "Who are we kidding? Like We could ever play nice?" His smile fades to a dark threatening glare as he looks at those gathered. Catching 'The Gater's' eye, he grins, "The only profit I see from you is a nice suitcase"

~List of Works~ Some of my work. Walking the unseen Riddles First post More random thoughts A random thought Parted from love Contest entry, picture worth a 1000 words. Editted by Katz for Search-compliant formatting.

~Biography~ Discription I work to become a poet, my writting has ever strayed down the path of lyric and poetry. My name is comment on the power that I find in the art of writting. Editted by Katz for Search-compliant formatting.

~Physical Description~ Cryptomancer is human, male, about 6'. Deep brown eyes express most of his emotions to those he speaks to, as does a ready smile. He always appears clean shaven, face and head. In public he is seldom seen without the deep hood of his blue black cape covering his face, the rest of the cape enfolding him making it appear more like a cleric’s robe. Physically, Cryptomancer is medium build, with a large tattoo covering most of his upper torso. The tattoo is magically produced and grows as his skill in the art increases. He is able to take two alternate forms, a raven being the most common. This ability is based on the study of the art of cryptomancy. The raven is a gift of the second discipline of cryptomancy. The fourth discipline of the art gave rise to the form known as 'Ego'. Ego is a 15' winged shadow. It has been said that this form is demonic in origin, but never proved. This form is seldom seen, and mostly used in warfare. The art of cryptomancy is based upon five disciplines. Matter, life, energy, magic, and truename. Cryptomancer is researching the fifth discipline, and will complete it when he discovers his own 'truename'. This quest is the reason that he is known by title only. Editted by Katz for Search-compliant formatting.