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The hangover was starting to fade away comepletly as soon as Ryan reached the address the letter specified. All the asprin he had taken managed to reduced that pain to nothing but a gentle numbness. "Just drop off this new letter, leave and hope to god this isn't the work of those guys Ollie mentioned." He mumbled as he looked around.
(Wearing face from description post, first face Ryan saw of Henry)
Henry was melted into the regular late-day traffic, roughly ten feet behind Ryan. This was the time he had planned on checking the mailbox, and wadda ya know, Fate seemed to be on his side today. Since he'd dropped off the letter, he'd started wearing his good friend, armpit holster, and his good buddy Beretta 92. He was hoping not to use it, but on the other hand it had been a long time.
He narrated in his head what he'd like to say to the kid, but couldn't. Don't see a big package, boy. You better not be doing what I think you're doing, boy. He keeps throwing glances at the kid, inbetween seeming like just a normal person looking for an unknown adresse in the area.
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Ryan reached the mailbox the letter mentioned. He pulled out the new letter he wrote in response and thought about what to do next. Either take the money without the books, even tough he was sure they were worth more that $100 or just drop off the letter and go. Choices, choices...Piss off someone or eat noodles for the next few weeks...
Oblivious as always, Ryan didn't notice that creepy librarian looking at him.
Henry gets a newspaper form one of those old-fashionned street vanding machines, and fakes leafing through it, walking around to get a better angle while throwing frequent looks Ryan's way.
He's slightly surprised when Ryan pulls out an actual enveloppe. He glowers angrily over the rim of the paper. Cute. Now leave before you do something stupid. To anyone watching over his shoulder, he looks to be angry at an article about the recent birth of an elephant baby at the zoo.
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OK, why am I thinking this? I do NOT want to piss anyone else off. With that thought, Ryan slipped the envelope into the mailbox and started making his way back to the bus stop. Though he was making a few glances back to the mailbox along the way. If he was lucky, he might get a glance at whoever sent the letter in the first place.
Damn it. He obviously put his hand in. Did he take the cash? Ryan was unsure he could both check the mailbox AND get the kid. 'If you chase 2 rabbits, you lose them both'. If Henry let the kid go to check on the letter quietly, he'd have to find him again. If he got to him now, he'd only know what the letter said after the point of no return.
One of those alternatives was obviously better than the other. Henry folds the newspaper under his arm, and heads as as inconpicuously as he can towards Ryan. As he walks, he weaves a few threads of mind to make Ryan believe he's a doctor on his way to work, with a few subtle accessories added to the illusion to make it seem real.
05-17 10:28:25 Henry rolls 6 dice to Imp. Imposter 1 success
3,5,5,3,1, 8
((Illusion is true to sight, but Henry keeps his voice, smell, texture, and taste. This oughta be entertaining :P. Although if you taste him to find out the illusion, I'll have to buy brain bleach.))
Henry takes his place in line at the stop, and takes only a minute to decide on his exact course of action. He sends his next probe of Mind straight at Ryan, aiming to send his will rip-roaring through the kid's skull and turn his brain to mush. He needs this to work, and applies himself more thoroughly than he has in the past. Come on, kid, I'll hurt you, then fix you. Fix you good.
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Ryan clutched his head, wincing in pain. It felt like someone was taking a sledgehammer and bashing his skull to peices.
Henry, playing the part of the compassionate doctor, sidles up to Ryan and puts a hand on the kid's shoulder. "You alright, man?"
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