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Zero lounged in the Rage. The gel was some bangin' shit. He idly rubbed his arms as he opened his mind to the dilation and contraction of time and his senses. The way his silk t-shirt rubbed against him was a.may.zing..
Shame Cal kicked it.
Was Armstrong ever going to call?
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Burtus enters the club, a little peeved at having to wait. He lets his eyes adjust before gazing acorss the party scene, He notes a few interesting ladies, The place has a vibe though so he chances his Sight, forcing his vision to waiver,
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His sight sifts out of focus for a moment but falls back into place as normal. The lights aren't helping any it seems.
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Brutus feels eyes upon him and he finally sees a black man with dreadlocks staring at him from the DJ booth. Once their eyes meet, the man wags his finger and shakes his head from side to side.
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Ha, wha? That guy just, did he? Brutus blinked at the DJ and gulped. He had thought he was sneaky. How did he know? Did he know? He feigned a smile and worked his deeper into the club.
Brutus wanted to be sure but certainly didn't want peeve off a DJ who noticed him using his Sight. Of course Brutus was only guessing that the DJ knew anything, the only way for Brutus to be sure was too, bah...
Brutus spotted an empty seat next to a tripped out lounger rubbing his arms. He wondered for moment what the guy was on, but decided it wouldn't matter after a few drinks of his own.
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"Jammer doesn't like strangers doing that," Zero observed.
"It's really hard to pick up girls when you've got him yelling at you."
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Yet again someone had noticed him. Maybe Butus should fake it... "I don't know what your talking about and I don't know any Jammer." He gave a passing hottie his best winning smile, Her tag boyfriend along scowled back.
If this lounger knew about magic, he had to be a wizard like him. Or maybe like Stella back in L.A. with the fire and the force shields?
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"Jammer's in the booth, it's his place," Zero responded, with a slight eyeroll.
He turned back to watch the dance. Must be a fresh-out-of-the-academy Guardian.
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So, Jammer owns this place. "That makes him pretty Important. Do you know anything more about him?" Brutus hoped the lounger would help. He needed to make contact with somebody. Form a base of operations and all that jazz.
He could go it alone. Do it all, get the notice he needed and sit back to relax in his own victory. Victory tasted really sweet. He was a Wizard after all. King of the world.
Of course he first needed info, a place to start. If this lounger was a mage too, maybe he knew more about the city?
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Zero knew a lot about Jammer -- but it was stuff that any Consilium Mage and Rage frequenter who lived in the city for several years might know, so it was pretty worthless information.
Zero needed something worthwhile to share.
"He can roll a joint with one hand," he offered, staring at the lights articulating overhead.
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Brutus snickered at the joke, [color=white:dr49m9p5]"Haha, nice just, wait your serious?" He wasn't sure if Zero was kiding or not. Joint rolling techinque wasn't helpful information at all. Screw cover. "Look, I'm new around here, I come from L.A. I'm supposed to..., you really are high as a kite aren't you?"[/color:dr49m9p5]
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