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"Thanks man." "We all goin' with Axel then?
"I have an apt in Manhattan, but if someone has a closer place and doesn't mind a tag along, I'd be much obliged." His eyes falsh a bit as he manifests detect hostile intent and looks at other folks moving around them.
We sticking with the current point buy, or does this surge come with stat bumps?
"Dunno man, wasn't just you. Another 'surge' it seems." He angrily brushes one of his platinum locks out of his face, clearly annoyed that he has to shave his head again.
Hears Elise' voice, and his eyes open. He moves with a bit of grace, getting to his feet quickly. He looks around not quite believing what he's seeing...patterns changing before his eyes "...I have no idea" he responds.
Burne begins to ask Felix if he's ok, when a chime seems to go off in his head. He stands rigid, unable to move, his mouth open in a silent scream. His eyes begin to bleed light and a dull hum is heard to those near him slowly getting louder. He grows another few inches, his hair gets lighter, and longer, and his features take on an almost other worldly look, becomming more beautiful, almost impossibly so. His inked tats,bleed from his skin like blood, running off into pools on the ground, his 'other' tats seem to spread taking on that foil card sheen, swimming accross his skin into intricate patterns. In his mids eye, everythign around him, including people, almost destruct into a kind of code...a code he understands, as if the very things that make up his surroundings are being broken down into a language only he speaks. Energy begins to roil about him, and almost as soon as the ordeal began, it ends, and he falls limply to the ground.
"Been ok, just been working, eating and sleeping. Kinda wierd all these folks knew Doc. Sad I didn't get a chance to know him as well, it seems. "Burne's the name." "Nice to meet you, Elise."
Gets there just after the main speech, grabs a name tage and writes TattBoss82 on it, and grabs a black t-shirt to contrast his whitish hair. He looks around for anyone he recognizes, and sees Felix. He walks over... "Hey, again. Felix, right? Did I miss anything?"
Passes the time working, eating, sleeping until Saturday...
TattBoss82: He deserves more. I'll be there.
For the Doc TattBoss82: Whats goin on?
Park Attacks TattBoss82: lol wut? There's a bigfoot in the park? For the Doc <lurks>
TattBoss82: Any word on the Doc's services?
Tskes his hand and shakes it.
"Dunno. Folks online were chatting with him when he stopped responding mid conversation. They kept saying it didn't sound like him to do that, so I popped over to check it out. This guy was already here.
Burne backs up, glancing around...while Axel opens the door. He sees the newcomer, and shrugs at his inquiry. "Yeah, that's the plan. Some folks online are worried about him so we're gonna see if he's ok..."
"Uh, I dunno exactly, man. Seems he quit posting in the middle of a convo online with some folks. Unlike him to do that they say, so I thought I'd head over and take a look."
"Umm...hey. You worried about Doc too?" Burne says to Axel, awkwardly.
Burne checks the message boards, and doesn't like what he sees. He makes up his mind and grabs his coat, heading over to where Doc Ras' office is supposed to be.
Burne will accept the 11:15 appointment, and just take an early lunch.
Burne will call and try to make an apt with Dr Gale. To: TattBoss82
Thanks for the info. I'll check into it.
Burne will tatt his appontments for the day, then check his e-mail as an afterthought in the evening... To: DocRass
A pulse? I don't know anything about a pulse. I just know a couple days ago I...changed a bit. Taller...hair color change...I can see things in my mind...patterns...and I think I can effect them. Of things I already knew, I seem to 'get' more than before.
Are you a real doctor? I don't want to be cured, but I suppose I could use a check up...make sure everythings ok?
Burne goes over to the other thread and looks up this guy's information, sending him an e-mail asking for more info.
TattBoss82: So...can he help? Where can I find him? Burne goes over to the other thread and looks up this guy's information, sending him an e-mail asking for more info. As he hits send, that ache in his muscles and joints return, as he grows 2 inches in 20 seconds. He fights to not shriek out in pain, letting out little murmurs instead to not attract Rose's attention. As it passes and he gets a brether, Rose knocks on the wall, indicating his first ink is here. He gains his composure and opens the door, waving the guy back. Rose give him a quizzical look but says nothing, as the guy walks in to Burne's tat room."Heyas. Umm...I looked at the catalog, and I'd like # 17, but with the colors of #214...hey wow, did you ink your own arms?" he asks. "Yeah, I did the wrists up to.." he trails off as he looks at his own arms, as the tats now have a prismatic color to them, like foil baseball cards. They don't quite look the same and have a strange significance to them, now. He stares at them in wonder for a bit, then remembers the guy is there. "Before you ask, no, I won't do the same colors for you. Really expensive ink. Sorry. So which tatts?". This guy was the pushy type, so it suprised Burne when he backed off, and set to explain which pattern he wanted with which colors. He sat the guy in the chair, loaded his inks and fired up the gun. In his mind's eye he could see the pattern actually unfold as he did the tatt, like he was using a stencil on the guy's arm. He smiled. Maybe this change wouldn't be so bad after all...
TattBoss82: So...can he help? Where can I find him?
Burne doesn't like the 2nd comment from mache37... TattBoss82: Great. Instead of becomming a guinea pig, is there any other place to go?
TattBoss82: Have you gone back since? I had a whacked out day...then was back to normal...now...I dunno man
Burne creates a handle TattBoss82: Heyas...umm, has anyone gone to a hospital to get checked out?
ok, intro posted and edited accordingly.
The annoying buzz of the alarm resounds, to be rudely smacked by a heavily tattoo'd arm. A groan of protest issues from the owner of the arm, as it slowly rises. He sits on the edge of his bed, his head cradled in the palms of his hands for a second, before making a determined noise, wiping the sleep from his face and getting up. He grabs the remote to the TV and switches it on, and the modest flatscreen on the wall flickers to life. An overdressed woman behind a desk is speaking. "...and reports of the shooting differ, but still coming in. We'll have more on this story later as we get more info. We have a new poll up on our website! Please head over there and state your opinion on the new dietary laws by Mayor Bloomberg. Are they necessary? Are they intrusive? Let us know! Now for the weather..." Her voice trails off as another overdressed person starts talking about highs and lows as he enters the bathroom, ready to take care of the essential SSS of the morning. The reports were still coming in, they said. All manners of whacked out s&%+ Burne had heard before from crack-heads or meth addicts. He thought he was losing it too couple days ago. He felt...taller...and his face was different. He felt odd, and his tats looked like they were...moving. He called in and stayed home, figuring he was sick or drank too much the night before. A few hours later he felt better, except for the dull ache throughout most of his body. Kinda like gettin over the flu. Those 24 hour bugs can be a b**+~. He felt fine yesterday and today so far...but the off sheen to his short cropped hair gives him pause as he looked in the mirror. Was it growing in white? Odd s@*%, man. "Probably just the flu..." he mutters.
Ok..that's all of the Elan stuff aside from a feat, right?
Crap! I need to pay more attention, I had no idea the game was up already!
Here we go...
The power 1/day fits better atm.
Yeah...was a tough choice between the dread and the cryptic, but th cryptic won out for flexibility. It's kind of a psionic-warlock/rogue.
And he's done, crunch, Elan stats and background. Take a look!
Ok went with the cryptic. I can send you a PM with class info. More crunch to follow. |