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The Prince is a GOD!  Black, smart as hell, and with the stature of a king.  If I was still living, I'd be nude in two seconds, and in his bed in three.  Damn, if only he weren't Invictus...  Still, he's pretty moderate for a stuffed-shirt.  The Carthians have it good in this town, but I wish more people would realize it.  Might have to point that out, when the time comes...
 
The Prince is a GOD!  Black, smart as hell, and with the stature of a king.  If I was still living, I'd be nude in two seconds, and in his bed in three.  Damn, if only he weren't Invictus...  Still, he's pretty moderate for a stuffed-shirt.  The Carthians have it good in this town, but I wish more people would realize it.  Might have to point that out, when the time comes...
  
September '05
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September '06
  
 
Figured out that I wouldn't get much of anything accomplished on my own.  And seeing all the weird stuff that comes through O'Hare has given me an idea.  From chatting with a couple of the more friendly mages that share the Airport watch with us, I've learned that there are occult items and tricks out there that anyone can use.  Trouble is, if you're not careful, you can set yourself up for some serious hurt that way.
 
Figured out that I wouldn't get much of anything accomplished on my own.  And seeing all the weird stuff that comes through O'Hare has given me an idea.  From chatting with a couple of the more friendly mages that share the Airport watch with us, I've learned that there are occult items and tricks out there that anyone can use.  Trouble is, if you're not careful, you can set yourself up for some serious hurt that way.
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Unlife is pretty good, so far.  Hopefully we can turn up something interesting, and/or useful...
 
Unlife is pretty good, so far.  Hopefully we can turn up something interesting, and/or useful...
 
March '06
 
 
Had a weird experience last night.  They closed O'hare down due to a terrorist scare, and sent all of us Baristas home early.  Not sure what was going on there, but I was hungry and it was Friday night so I decided to go exploring, and see if I could grab a bite to eat from someplace new.  I stuck to Carthian territory, though.  That's one reason I like us Free spirits, we're a lot less touchy about feeding grounds.
 
 
Ran into a fairly stupid fratboy in a bar called Bootlegger's, and that's when things went to hell.  Didn't want him groping me any longer than was necessary, so I took a hit from him in the alley.  Turns out he was higher than a kite on mixed drugs and alcohol.  By the time I sort out what's what, this amazonian woman is telling me to get out of her territory.  Evidently I've got the fangs out, 'cause she identifies me correctly.  I take a look at her aura, and it turns out she's something else entirely...
 
 
I was a mess.  She took pity on me, and hauled me inside to dry off before anyone saw me.  We got to talking, and she seems alright.  Turns out she's a "Yuratha", "Child of Luna, blood of the Wolf", something like that.  I guessed werewolf, and tried to inquire, but she never said yes or no to it.
 
 
Probably werewolf.  I saw people with similar auras back in St. Louis, and they were always walking around in groups, all had an edge of trouble to them...
 
 
And then I noticed she was trying to grill me for information.  Like she was trying to figure out how easy it'd be to find and kill me.  Me!  Goddamit.  Monsters are all the same, whether they suck blood or grow fur.
 
 
I lost my temper, which I shouldn't have done.  Been doing that a lot more, lately.  I told her off and stomped out, but not before giving her my cell phone number.  No matter how mad you are, you don't turn down a contact like that.
 
 
The next time I see her, I won't be high on drugged blood.  Maybe then we can talk.  Or maybe she'll try to rip my head off.
 
 
Her name's Autumn.  And y'know, I think I actually like her.
 
 
But, I'll never forget, she's another monster too...
 
 
 
 
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