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" Need to ask Technician Davis to update the rune inscription. It's too outdated...."
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"Enter Chat-Room with Council Member Eliziar"
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" I know. I'm the one who created it. "
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" Eliziar, I need to speak with you on your decision. "
" My colleague, there is nothing more that needs to be spoken. Barrow has been dealt with suitably and he has received a suitable punishment for his misdemeanor."
" And do you believe that everyone on the Council or in this Department has the same belief as you?"
" I know only of a few mutterings and complaints. Unwarranted accussations-"
" I'm inclined to agree with them, Eliziar. Misdemeanor is a understatement. What he did, this punishment is far more lenient than it should be."
" He has been demoted accordingly to the equivalent of a mall-cop which is unfitting for a man of his talents. Both in status and power."
" When did we start demoting our own wardens for breaking one of our most sacred-"
" Did you come here to just bellyache to me, Codson? The decision has already been finalized."
" .....Fine. I see there is no point to arguing with you anymore, Eliziar. I merely came to warn you of the future ramifications of your actions. The precedent that you have set. Setting him up with a unknown individual, worst of all, related to Murphy...."
" ...Hard times call for new measures, Codson..."
" Enough. Just...enough. I will never know how you were appointed Head Council Member in the first place."
(END CONVERSATION)
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There were many days to start a morning. Your naked girlfriend calling for you sleepily on the other side of your bed. Your pet pawing or licking, whichever action may seem endearing to the person, at your face. Waking up with a bad headache and a drunken stupor. A large passenger pigeon yelling expletives with all the fervor of a patriot would be considered extra-ordinary.
It was considered ordinary to him.
The damned pigeon was yelling with a voice that sounded like it had been amplified through a megaphone. It was slightly muffled from his position underneath the blankets, but he, even with all his patience, couldn't ignore it for long. The bird trotted painfully along the cover of blankets, thin feet digging into his skin before it began the monotonous process of pecking his head like a jackhammer.
" GET YOUR ASS UP, WARDEN! "
" THE EARLY BIRD GETS THE WORM, SUNSHINE! AND THE LATE BIRD GETS EATEN BY THE FUCKING WORM!"
" COME ON, YOU WORTHLESS WARLOCK. THOSE NECROMANCERS AND DARK WIZARDS AIN'T GOING TO TAKE THE FIGHT-"
His hand shot up from the blankets, grabbing a large knarled oak rod from the side of the table, intricately dressed in sigils and runes, before pointing it at the avian offender that was standing in front of him. His eyes were bloodshot and he had a rusty scowl on his face. Before the pidgeon could react, he mouthed out a phrase with a cold tone.
" Hrinda"
The bird squawked as a bolt of force emanated from the rod, causing a puff of feathers to be where it once was, as it hit the window with a loud thump. He aimed his rod at the still body, waiting for any sudden movements before relaxing and slumping back down to his bed again. Unfortunately, the bird stood up and preened it's feathers before barking out once more.
" You do that to me again, Warden, and I swear to god, I will peck your eye out!"
Smacking his lips, he peered towards the clock that was hanging on the wall in front of him. Left hand to 2. Right hand to 7. The curtains were drawn open and the sound of beeping horns and the buzz of muttering people were ever so present outside. He muttered from his shawl of blankets as he covered himself up some more, trying to shield himself away from the sunlight that radiated throughout the dingy apartment.
" Try it."
The passenger pidgeon then flew over towards the man and with unnatural strength, hoisted the man up by his shoulders and tossed him onto the floor daintily.The man groaned as he stood up, rubbing his forehead, and scratching his unshaven loose stubble. He then glared at the bird who just cocked his head absent-mindlessly at him, waiting for a reply. Walking towards the shower-room, he closed the door with a bang and began the daily process of bodily hygiene. He grumbled from behind the bathroom door, as rivulets of water began to emanate from the shower-head.
" Can you try not to be a annoying pain-in-my-ass familiar next time, Pogo?"
His bird began to shout all manners of expletives out towards him, new ones in fact, as he began the process of shaving his messy stubble. Some wizards like him preferred to use a cutting curse or a overcomplicated spell to produce a clean shave but he'd preferred the old way. A way that the old geezers saw as primitive, savage and unfitting for a wizard like him.
Who could blame him for liking the minty smell of aftershave?
He tapped the razor against the porcelain of the sink before soaking it under the stream of clear tap-water and dousing his face. He then looked at himself haggardly in the mirror. The visage of a thin-faced, Caucasian, mousy man looked back at him. Adorning himself in a buttoned shirt and a pair of tough, denim work jeans that were fraying at the edges, he strode out of the bathroom, grumpy, his shoulders slumping.
Pogo appeared to take a sniff at him as he looked underneath the bed and took out a satchel that rattled as he pulled it out from underneath the cob-webbed floor. He tossed it on the bed and began to mutter out loud to no one in particular but to himself.
" Healing potions....Check....Scrying Ball....Check.....Rune Scrolls......Infused sliver nitrate....Check..."
Pogo flapped over and landed on his shoulder before making a offhand comment.
" You smell better than yesterday."
Barrow looked at his familiar, surprised for a moment, before lifting up a rusted service revolver, cocking and uncocking it, before putting it back inside the satchel. Pogo wasn't usually one for compliments.
" Yeah?"
" You smell like cat shit. Which is better than smelling like a dumpster."
He should have known better than to expect Pogo to flip personalities on a dime. He then shouldered the latch of his satchel before taking off one of his many trench-coats from the hanger near to the door. He brushed off any remaining motes of dust on his trusty jacket before opening the door, lifting his hand for a moment, expecting his channeling rod to fly towards his hand. He felt a burn and a tinge of pain, only in response. Barrow signed as he walked back, grabbing his oak staff, and then, going out the door, locking it.
Pogo appeared to hold in a chortle for a second, or at least, that was what Barrow inferred from the swelling of his chest.
" Barrow, you still have your feathers clipped, you understand that, right?"
Barrow looked at the glowing rune on his hand, burning intensely for a moment before it faded. His damned punishment. It was akin to declawing a cat or removing a shark of it's teeth. He tried to go along another avenue of conversation as he pressed the elevator button to the ground floor.
" What's our schedule for today?"
Pogo scratched his head before listing down a long litany of events.
" Well, usual patrol down by the Bronx and around the streets. Standard 10 hours with breakfast, lunch and dinner breaks in between. What else....I think I'm still missing something......"
Pogo then snapped his claws and then, appeared to smirk towards Barrow.
" You've got a new patrol partner.....If I remember that notice from the Council, she should be waiting for us outside any moment now. The designated meeting time was at 7:00 if I remember...."
Barrow looked at his wrist-watch and froze. 8:00. The elevator dinged just in time as Barrow pinched his nose and looked up to the heavens.
" You gotta be fucking kidding me."
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PLEASE ENTER CORRECT RUNIC SET INSCRIPTION
" Need to ask Technician Davis to update the rune inscription. It's too outdated...."
...PROCESSING...
AUTHENTICATION VERIFIED. PLEASE STATE COMMAND
"Enter Chat-Room with Council Member Eliziar"
...PROCESSING REQUEST...
...INITIATING STABLE CONNECTION ON THE ASTRAL PLANE...
WARNING: CONVERSATION WILL BE RECORDED AS PER COUNCIL RULE-
" I know. I'm the one who created it. "
CHAT-ROOM CREATED.PLEASE ENJOY
" Eliziar, I need to speak with you on your decision. "
" My colleague, there is nothing more that needs to be spoken. Barrow has been dealt with suitably and he has received a suitable punishment for his misdemeanor."
" And do you believe that everyone on the Council or in this Department has the same belief as you?"
" I know only of a few mutterings and complaints. Unwarranted accussations-"
" I'm inclined to agree with them, Eliziar. Misdemeanor is a understatement. What he did, this punishment is far more lenient than it should be."
" He has been demoted accordingly to the equivalent of a mall-cop which is unfitting for a man of his talents. Both in status and power."
" When did we start demoting our own wardens for breaking one of our most sacred-"
" Did you come here to just bellyache to me, Codson? The decision has already been finalized."
" .....Fine. I see there is no point to arguing with you anymore, Eliziar. I merely came to warn you of the future ramifications of your actions. The precedent that you have set. Setting him up with a unknown individual, worst of all, related to Murphy...."
" ...Hard times call for new measures, Codson..."
" Enough. Just...enough. I will never know how you were appointed Head Council Member in the first place."
(END CONVERSATION)
------------------------------------------------------------------------------
There were many days to start a morning. Your naked girlfriend calling for you sleepily on the other side of your bed. Your pet pawing or licking, whichever action may seem endearing to the person, at your face. Waking up with a bad headache and a drunken stupor. A large passenger pigeon yelling expletives with all the fervor of a patriot would be considered extra-ordinary.
It was considered ordinary to him.
The damned pigeon was yelling with a voice that sounded like it had been amplified through a megaphone. It was slightly muffled from his position underneath the blankets, but he, even with all his patience, couldn't ignore it for long. The bird trotted painfully along the cover of blankets, thin feet digging into his skin before it began the monotonous process of pecking his head like a jackhammer.
" GET YOUR ASS UP, WARDEN! "
" THE EARLY BIRD GETS THE WORM, SUNSHINE! AND THE LATE BIRD GETS EATEN BY THE FUCKING WORM!"
" COME ON, YOU WORTHLESS WARLOCK. THOSE NECROMANCERS AND DARK WIZARDS AIN'T GOING TO TAKE THE FIGHT-"
His hand shot up from the blankets, grabbing a large knarled oak rod from the side of the table, intricately dressed in sigils and runes, before pointing it at the avian offender that was standing in front of him. His eyes were bloodshot and he had a rusty scowl on his face. Before the pidgeon could react, he mouthed out a phrase with a cold tone.
" Hrinda"
The bird squawked as a bolt of force emanated from the rod, causing a puff of feathers to be where it once was, as it hit the window with a loud thump. He aimed his rod at the still body, waiting for any sudden movements before relaxing and slumping back down to his bed again. Unfortunately, the bird stood up and preened it's feathers before barking out once more.
" You do that to me again, Warden, and I swear to god, I will peck your eye out!"
Smacking his lips, he peered towards the clock that was hanging on the wall in front of him. Left hand to 2. Right hand to 7. The curtains were drawn open and the sound of beeping horns and the buzz of muttering people were ever so present outside. He muttered from his shawl of blankets as he covered himself up some more, trying to shield himself away from the sunlight that radiated throughout the dingy apartment.
" Try it."
The passenger pidgeon then flew over towards the man and with unnatural strength, hoisted the man up by his shoulders and tossed him onto the floor daintily.The man groaned as he stood up, rubbing his forehead, and scratching his unshaven loose stubble. He then glared at the bird who just cocked his head absent-mindlessly at him, waiting for a reply. Walking towards the shower-room, he closed the door with a bang and began the daily process of bodily hygiene. He grumbled from behind the bathroom door, as rivulets of water began to emanate from the shower-head.
" Can you try not to be a annoying pain-in-my-ass familiar next time, Pogo?"
His bird began to shout all manners of expletives out towards him, new ones in fact, as he began the process of shaving his messy stubble. Some wizards like him preferred to use a cutting curse or a overcomplicated spell to produce a clean shave but he'd preferred the old way. A way that the old geezers saw as primitive, savage and unfitting for a wizard like him.
Who could blame him for liking the minty smell of aftershave?
He tapped the razor against the porcelain of the sink before soaking it under the stream of clear tap-water and dousing his face. He then looked at himself haggardly in the mirror. The visage of a thin-faced, Caucasian, mousy man looked back at him. Adorning himself in a buttoned shirt and a pair of tough, denim work jeans that were fraying at the edges, he strode out of the bathroom, grumpy, his shoulders slumping.
Pogo appeared to take a sniff at him as he looked underneath the bed and took out a satchel that rattled as he pulled it out from underneath the cob-webbed floor. He tossed it on the bed and began to mutter out loud to no one in particular but to himself.
" Healing potions....Check....Scrying Ball....Check.....Rune Scrolls......Infused sliver nitrate....Check..."
Pogo flapped over and landed on his shoulder before making a offhand comment.
" You smell better than yesterday."
Barrow looked at his familiar, surprised for a moment, before lifting up a rusted service revolver, cocking and uncocking it, before putting it back inside the satchel. Pogo wasn't usually one for compliments.
" Yeah?"
" You smell like cat shit. Which is better than smelling like a dumpster."
He should have known better than to expect Pogo to flip personalities on a dime. He then shouldered the latch of his satchel before taking off one of his many trench-coats from the hanger near to the door. He brushed off any remaining motes of dust on his trusty jacket before opening the door, lifting his hand for a moment, expecting his channeling rod to fly towards his hand. He felt a burn and a tinge of pain, only in response. Barrow signed as he walked back, grabbing his oak staff, and then, going out the door, locking it.
Pogo appeared to hold in a chortle for a second, or at least, that was what Barrow inferred from the swelling of his chest.
" Barrow, you still have your feathers clipped, you understand that, right?"
Barrow looked at the glowing rune on his hand, burning intensely for a moment before it faded. His damned punishment. It was akin to declawing a cat or removing a shark of it's teeth. He tried to go along another avenue of conversation as he pressed the elevator button to the ground floor.
" What's our schedule for today?"
Pogo scratched his head before listing down a long litany of events.
" Well, usual patrol down by the Bronx and around the streets. Standard 10 hours with breakfast, lunch and dinner breaks in between. What else....I think I'm still missing something......"
Pogo then snapped his claws and then, appeared to smirk towards Barrow.
" You've got a new patrol partner.....If I remember that notice from the Council, she should be waiting for us outside any moment now. The designated meeting time was at 7:00 if I remember...."
Barrow looked at his wrist-watch and froze. 8:00. The elevator dinged just in time as Barrow pinched his nose and looked up to the heavens.
" You gotta be fucking kidding me."
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