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[P; Marlowe; The Waystation]

POSTED: Fri Dec 12, 2014 10:23 pm


Prophet had found herself an out of the way place to do her work. She had chosen somewhere where she could hide her things and work without interruption. Or at least that is what she was hoping at least. She didn't want these things to be tied back to her and so she had to move them from her room. In fact that is exactly what she had chosen to do. She had taken her pack and took a walk, not something too odd for her to do as she usually took her pack with her when she was heading out.

The robed female had gathered up all the drug paraphernalia from her room and packed it into her bag to carry with her. She had even stopped by the Greenhouse to grab the potted plants that she had hid there. Of course that alone had taken her a few trips back and forth in order to move all of her plants. Again she was wondering if ti would be possible to make a Greenhouse way out here for her personal use. Of course this was something she had to do herself, if it were possible, so that others didn't come out and mess with her things.

On her last trip between the Greenhouse and the Waystation she had grabbed a pot of weed to take with her. If any were watching her it would probably look odd for her to be carrying things around for she still refused to move at any pace quicker than a hobble. She continued to pant and wheeze still. But so far she had met no one on her trips back and forth so she had to assume that everyone else was busy with their own duties than to pay any attention at all to her.

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POSTED: Mon Dec 15, 2014 1:30 am

The mountains were unforgiving, like all mountains, but Marlowe gravitated towards them. He had heard the story, many a time over, about how a mountain had killed his namesake. It remained most obvious to him that he had been named after a bird and not people like his sisters had been, and he sometimes imagined his father had seen him as something lesser because of it.

He watched the clouds from the mountain, half-hidden by the craggy face on which he lingered. Though the shade afforded no heat from what sparse sun there was, it blocked the worst of the wind. Bundled up as he was, Marlowe was comfortable enough. In his life he had known the bitter cold, and come to respect it. Between the leather, plush animal furs, and his own body heat, the Bellum was perfectly warm in the crisp air.

His main purpose in taking to the higher altitude was the view. Though still low enough that the true peaks ranged far behind him, a large expanse of The Waste sprawled out ahead of him. He could keep an eye on things without having to go very far—and this was why he had noticed her. There were not many coyotes that wore great heavy-looking robes like his odd cousins, and Marlowe himself thought the practice strange. What had happened with Messiah had challenged Marlowe's understanding of this part of his family, and he hated the idea that they had fallen so far from one generation to the next.

It did not occur to him, as it might a kinder man, to leave his position and aid the clearly-struggling woman in her task. Instead Marlowe watched, and thought, and waited.

By the time he did move she was already near-finished, though he overtook her easily. His smile was friendly enough, though he made no motion to suggest he might be there to aid her or take on her burden.

Where are you going with that? He asked.


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POSTED: Thu Dec 18, 2014 5:19 pm


Prophet hadn't expected to be spotted. She had been doing so well with her back and forth without anyone saying anything at all to her. At least the potted plant that she was carrying with her wouldn't seem all that suspicious. There were already plants such as this one growing within the Greenhouse. While she hadn't wanted to be caught this also wasn't something that she necessarily needed to hide as what she was carrying wasn't uncommon within Inferni.

"To a safe place." The words were a struggle to get out. She was struggling even more with just trying to breath than she normally did. The potted plant was continually being shifted so that she could keep a grip on it with the single arm that was holding it.. Prophet looked up at the male that was some sort of kin to her. She still didn't have a full take on him yet. At the trial he hadn't seemed impressed with Messiah yet he had offered to help her. She wasn't certain where it was that she fell in line with him.

"Where are you going?" The question as reverted back to the male. He was walking with her and she had to wonder if he was going to follow her directly to her hideout. If she diverted paths now then it would arouse suspicion but she also wasn't too certain that she wanted him seeing her stock. She had worked on collecting a variety of things, having done a trial and error type of effort to find out what would be worth keeping and cultivating. She had those meant for pleasure and those meant for one's personal protection. Either way she was working on a collection of wares to peddle out, either option would have others continuing to come back to her for a restock and that was certainly what mattered the most.

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POSTED: Thu Dec 25, 2014 11:00 pm

The people in Scintilla had called him a liar, and a liar he was. Even now, with his easy smile, he was lying to her. A part of him hated her. A part of him understood what it was to believe and to be shamed by ones family. Her brother had been taken by the devil, and the devil had taken him all the way to his grave.

Where I please, he proclaimed, and cocked his weight back on his heels. The shaggy cloak did not hide his posture nor the way he was armed. Marlowe belonged to the Bellum, and was amongst its strongest fighters. His skulking around the borders was to be expected. He was, of course, also privy to the trade (and purpose) of her goods, for these were both roles in which he had taken an official position in.

One of his hands rose to scratch at his shaggy chin.

Winter ain't the best time to move things, prima, Marlowe further scoffed, though again made no indication he meant to aid her.


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POSTED: Mon Jan 05, 2015 4:36 pm


Who ever told the complete truth? Which among them weren't liars? Everyone had their own secrets. Everyone had things about themselves that they hid. There was no one that was completely transparent about absolutely everything. The world was full of liars and she was among them. She was no saint though she had to pretend to be one if she wished to keep her life. She couldn't be outright about her convictions because of what it was that had happened with her brother. But it wasn't like Prophet had ever really presented herself as being the outspoken sort. She hid most things about herself, not even her siblings really knew her and she would never give them a chance to ever really do so.

"And it pleases you to follow me?" For no doubt he was stalking along behind her and following her along her course to where it was that she decided to head towards. She wasn't expecting him to back off now and there was no way that she could alter her course now as her destination was easily discernible. The robed woman was uncertain if she really wanted Marlowe to know what all she had. He knew of one thing that she planned on tending to but she had no idea how much more he knew of her extracurricular activities.

"That may be." And if she wasn't worried about others stumbling upon her collection then she wouldn't have risked the move. "The risk may be worth the reward in the end." The woman paused to place down the pot to allow herself to take a small break. She took the time to catch her breath and looked up at Marlowe. "What do you know of plants?" Or what she was really asking was what Marlowe knew of the particular plant that she was moving.

It was lucky that she had ended up running into him though. "I have something for you." She hadn't known when she would get a chance to even present him with her gift so this really was as good a time as any. Prophet reached inside her robe and pulled out of an inner pocket a rosary that she had created with Marlowe in mind. She was uncertain of how her gift would be perceived. It was more than a gift but a repayment for how Marlowe had helped her out with the Messiah situation. He had spoken up when he had no need to do so. Prophet wasn't about to let it be a debt that she owed to him. She wasn't going to give him a chance to hold it over her head and so with this gift she considered them to be even. She wouldn't owe him anything and he would owe her nothing in return as well. She held out the rosary made of bones for him to take and do with however he may wish. And perhaps it would also serve to keep his mouth shut about the plants that Prophet was transporting about.

this is my really vague and rough concept sketch. It is meant to end up being a rosary. The cross is a pair of crossed bird femurs, each bead is a bird skull and the spacers between sections of beads are bird claws.[516]

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POSTED: Sun Jan 11, 2015 2:13 pm

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The word she was after was fanatic, but she and her brother were smarter than that. They had assimilated into Inferni by way of their name, and then, by their work and quiet. While law and order existed here, it was decidedly different than what Marlowe himself had expected. Scintilla was harsh and unforgiving (unless this superiority of rank or purpose) could be made, and in the end it was not a place where men like Marlowe thrived.

A wry smile crossed his face, and the wind tousled his hair. It had begun growing out again, though he maintained it well enough. Still, he did not answer her. His silence was confirmation enough.

One of his hands, pale but stained from loose earth and ash even now, gingerly touched one of the leaves. He had not assumed any role in what goods Inferni had, though did not hesitate to harvest for himself when he did overall. Their plants all ran on different cycles, so irregular had been their planting.

I ain't a Herbalist for nothin', he informed her a little cockily, but he had been privy to this particular plant the longest. They did not grow it in Scintilla, but he had listened to the traders. He was a good listener, for whatever else he was.

Marlowe stiffened, a little, and his smile waned as if expecting something dangerous to come from this dark woman. What she produced instead was an intricate, delicate thing made of many sunbleached bones and small, curved claws. He took the rosary. It was heavier than he thought, and when he examined it as he would any unfamiliar good, he further grew to appreciate her skill. Though a few stains marred the bone here and there, her method of stringing these together had been an undoubtedly time consuming process.

Thank you, he said clearly, looking her in the eyes. I'm sorry about your brothers.

As earnest as it sounded, Marlowe acknowledged it as a lie. Soldiers died. If Messiah had truly meant everything he said and done, than death was inevitable. It did not touch him deeply anymore, especially when he could distance himself from the atrocities. This was more evident when he smiled, though the subject of their discussion did not call for such a thing.

So where you goin'? He pressed, again, for in his heart all secrets were sinister.


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POSTED: Sun Jan 11, 2015 3:04 pm


"Of course it does." Prophet knew that she would be caught at it one day but she had hoped to keep her privacy for far longer. She had kept her head down for this exact purpose. She hadn't wanted what seemed to be aimless wanderings to be questioned. She presented herself as frail for a specific reason. She couldn't be expected to dedicate as much effort as everyone else did with her condition. Really, she wanted it for the time to herself so that she could work on her own projects without being expected to perform the more physical duties that was certain to tax one's body.

Prophet turned her head to cough into her arm. "And how many others do you stalk?" She figured that if she could get on Marlowe's good side then he would prove to be an invaluable source of information. Information about the inner workings of the clan was something that she could really use. What she really wanted to know was if he had known this place before the change. Had he known this place when there were true warriors here. She had no doubt that he had blood on his hands but how many others did? Again she wondered if she might be able to control him in some fashion.

The robed woman watched at how gently, almost reverently, the male touched the leaf of the plant. There was no doubt that he knew the exact purpose that she had in mind for it. She simply wouldn't have expected it of him. She had thought he would choose to keep a clear head. Still this was something that actually worked in her favor. "What others do you know about?" Prophet glanced to the bunker which she was headed towards before looking back to the male. "I have others." She decided to take the chance and share that bit of information. She doubted he made it widely known what he partook of and Prophet wasn't one to advertise her wares to all of Inferni. She chose to making her dealing outside of Inferni and far enough from the border so that none would come to the clan and looking for her.

"A favor for a favor." The words were wheezed out. Even though he hadn't asked for this particular gift Prophet made it clear that they were even and whatever transpired between them would rest solely between them and not spoken of. He might not choose to keep the gift but she had no doubt that he knew the meaning behind it. It was something that she wore herself though hers hadn't been made by her own hand but had rather been gifted to her.

"I'm not. They chose their own paths and they had to follow it through to the end." Perhaps the words sounded cold but it was to end up being expected. Messiah had strayed and had dragged Nephilim along with him. They had to atone for that and there was only one way to do so. She had prayed with her brother and yet he could not resist temptation. He had made his own choice and she had reminded him of that within his final moments.

"To somewhere safe." She repeated the same answer that she had given him previously but no longer was she trying to conceal it. The robed woman motioned for the male to pick up the plant that he had seemed so fond of. If he wanted to know then he would have to carry the pot and follow her because she wasn't about to speak of the destination outright.

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POSTED: Fri Jan 23, 2015 5:57 pm

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The funny thing was, for all her wheezing and limp-wrists, she didn't smell sick.

He wondered about that, and about diseases that might strike and hide and steal all the while. When he did not get the answers he wanted from their medic, who talked about spirits and “cleansing” like a Speaker, he had gone to the books. When he needed to he had relied on experience. When he had no experience, he made some. This was his excuse as it always had been, except there were few people he needed to answer to these days. Those above him were by and large ignorant to his practices outside of the borders. He had gone with Gehenna once—and only once—and now avoided taking clan members all together. Marlowe was a soldier, not a guide.

He surely was indifferent to the presumed weakness of a sick woman for more than one reason. Prophet had been instrumental in the deaths of her brothers in some manner, and though they had all been there, no one seemed to know what it was they saw.

Marlowe thought he knew.

His smile returned at her answers, her choice of words. Then, using one arm, he hoisted the plant and began to follow her.

Shit, knowing product's part of the game, he answered, and side-eyed his cousin. You get that cough from smokin'? This too, he doubted. She was too young—not like the old men and older women who sometimes came with the Cartel and had hoarse voices and coughed even in their sleep. Some of them smelt more like tobacco than coyote. It was hard to hide a scent so deeply sunk in.

The bones, looped carefully through his fingers, dangled and rattled against his bracelets. In the breath after his question, Marlowe added:

That why you're hidin' shit out here?


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POSTED: Sat Jan 24, 2015 2:49 am


Prophet didn't think that any held enough interest in her condition in order to question it. She had never been asked about it other than those making her that she was okay. But she didn't believe that counted in the least little bit. It was a question that she heard many time over that she had the answer ready at the tip of her tongue for whenever it was asked. But this male had yet to ask it even once. She didn't think that he was able to see through her as no one had thus far. Prophet would just have to male certain to be extra careful in making certain that she didn't mess up and keep up appearances after this encounter. She was being forced to give up one secret but she wouldn't do so on another.

"And what sort of game are you playing?" She asked before she was coughing again. A direct answer to her question wasn't really expected. So far they had been speaking in round about ways and she didn't expect that to end anytime soon. The question could easily be turned back on her as he had been in the closest proximity to her when she was speaking with Messiah before he went utterly insane. Of course Prophet wouldn't give a direct answer in return either.

The robed female shook her head as her condition was spoken of. "No. I have had weak lungs since I was a pup." It was the first direct and honest answer that was spoken though it was wheezed out as that was the manner in which she always spoke because of her condition. She wasn't truly ill and she never had been. She had simply had trouble breathing and so that meant physical exertion had always been out for her. Granted she had grown out of it but she had refused to let anyone know about that. It kept her out of doing things that she didn't want to do and it had others catering to her and tending to her to make certain that she was properly cared for as it was assumed that she couldn't do so herself. In fact her staff wasn't just a walking stick but she knew how to fight with it as well. But that was just another one of her many secrets.

Her condition also seemed to make others think that she was much older than she was. In fact it hadn't been too long ago that she had just reached breeding age. With the way she wheezed and hobbled about there were those that had mistaken her for an old woman when she was still quite young. In fact she needed to do something with that youth and get to work should she do a greater job than Kaena had done. This thought had her looking over at her cousin as she considered him. Progeny certainly wouldn't be an easy topic to bring up with someone that she was on uncertain terms with. Still he was a strong coyote with similar beliefs. But did his set of beliefs fall in line with hers to know exactly what her job as a woman was. He was also de le Poer which made the prospect more appealing to her. She wanted to reclaim the name for the coyotes and remove the taint that the wolves had put on it. She didn't know if he took such pride in his name though. She would simply have to learn more about him before she could truly consider propositioning him.

She led the way into the deserted military base and headed into a certain bunker that had clearly seen better days and looked as if it might collapse at any moment. Prophet had already check out the structure and knew that it would hold up. It was the questionable appearance of it that had appealed to her. She doubted any would tempt something that look so unsafe. "That is the exact reason. Can't have someone messing around and not knowing what they are doing and just end up ruining everything." The words were panted out with many pauses for breath in between.

Prophet made her way to a room in the very back of the bunker where the rest of her stash had been moved to. She already had some things set out to be dried and on an uneven table she had seeds that had been crushed into a powder. "A greenhouse would do nicely in here, don't you think?" It was a not so subtle hint at her desire. She wished to work entirely out of this room rather than having to move things back and forth.

The coyote woman pointed out a spot next to potted flowers, foxglove and angel's trumpets, for the other to place down the pot. "Beautiful, aren't they?" It was a double sided question. She was curious if he would understand just why it was that she would be keeping flowers among plants where were obviously used for drug use; cannabis, tobacco, and the recent acquisition of mushrooms.

She was interested in getting her own borrachero tree rather than just having the seeds imported in. There were also a number of others that she wouldn't mind having as well. She could certainly use some damiana. Then there were things like guaraná, yerba maté, and cacao that she wished to experiment with.

These were things that she had been told of by her South American contact and so of course she had asked for a sampling of all of them for her to try out. She wanted to see just how they worked before she would place an order for larger batches. And should she be able to get her own green house then she would just want the plants themselves so that she could cultivate on her own and not wait for shipments to get to her and hope that they were well taken care of during travel and were still usable by the time that they reached her.

Sorry for mammoth post, Prophet just had so much to say[1022]

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POSTED: Fri Jan 30, 2015 11:54 pm

The smile he gave was toothy, and a little dangerous when paired with his hard eyes. He had the smile of a man who had long ago learned to fake smiles—they were the sort of things that didn't look hostile, but they sure weren't friendly. It was a liar's smile and full of empty charm.

Her answers were reasonable enough, and Marlowe was careful with his own answers in return.

Ain't no game but The Game, chica, he laughed in response, and followed her on.

Marlowe was familiar with Inferni's land-claim, and made it his business to know more or less where everything was. He was familiar with it enough to find his way from one point to another, though some places—like the haphazard place she led him to—were avoided merely from disinterest.

He saw why she chose it all at once and that same prickling of intuition spread.

For the duration of her would-be tour he was quiet, observing, wondering at the way she worked. This surely had not been done in one night, and surely not by herself...though he had seen her, all the same, making trip after trip on foot. Could she have done it alone? Yes. Kali gathered stockpiles of weapons much in the same manner, though was more unabashed about her collection.

He understood that too. Scintilla had frowned upon the use of illicit substances. Inferni was not Scintilla, but his own need for secrecy remained.

Secrets kept people safe. That too he had learned in Scintilla, long before fellow soldiers had started turning on him.

You tryin' to build a greenhouse or an armory? He asked, still smiling. Marlowe was an Herbalist despite his disinterest in healing, and knew what could hurt and what could heal.


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