From: albert@bcm.tmc.edu (Rick Jones)
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Subject: [MC] Marcel [outside Generica] 2+2=?
Date: 12 Jan 1993 23:55:44 GMT
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	Twine merely snarled, and turned to face Marcel again.  Marcel
grimly decided that there was no hope for Twine.  He had seen
cyberpsychosis overcome many of his comrades as the miracle of technology
transformed them.  He held his sword upright in a salute.  Twine ignored
all of this and charged, claws outstretched.  

	When suddenly.....
	
	A silvery flash streaked from behind Marcel and passed him,
striking Twine in the face.  Twine screamed and fell to the ground,
clawing at his face, then falling still.  Marcel turned, so see Rook
standing there, a silly grin on her face. 
	"So, what's a nice guy like you doing in a place like this?"
	"Excuse me?" asked Marcel, quizically.
	Rook mumbled something about paladins.  "Look, I owe you and the 
mage from..."
	"It was nothing, lady."  
	Rook rolled her eyes.  "I don't like being in debt, okay.  Call it
an honor thing okay.  Anyway, I saw you with Twine the slime leaving the
city and figured that you were in over your head."  She looked down at
Twine's smouldering body.  "Eeewww, what the heck is the matter with his
face?" 
	Marcel looked down.  Under the smoking bits of Twine's face was a
silvery skill.  One eye was sliced open, revealing complex circuitry.
	/You were not exxagerating, Rabbi./
	[Yoicks.  No, I wasn't, he's got enough 'ware for a couple of people.]
	"It appears that Twine was given a lot of technlogical implants."
Seeing Rook's blank look, he continued.  "Parts of his body were replaced
with metal and other materials.  How did you know Twine?" asked Marcel.
	"Oh him?  He's a Low City thug.  He was a merc for a while, until
he got on the blacklists for liking his work too much, if you catch my
drift.  He was doing some legbreaking for Creft the fence two years ago when
he dropped outa sight for a while.  Nobody had seen him, and most figured
he was dead."
	"And then," Marcel prompted, looking around.  
	"He showed up again, boasting about his new boss.  Word was that
he was nabbing street folk for some wizard's spell components."
	[So much for the nice Kadandaran who would show us the way home.]
	Rook looked at Marcel expectantly, "Well, shouldn't we be going?~
	"No."
	[No?] 
	"No?" asked Rook.
	"I must find out who this wizard ...or whatever... is.  He knows of the
Possibility Wars.  Generica could be in grave danger."
	"Well, then go get 'Raelf or ...sage or the Watch or somebody.  Wizards
are bad news."
	[She has a point.]
	"No.  We must find this 'Doctor' Charn, before he escapes." 
Marcel drew his sword and ventured forward into the cave.  
	Rook shrugged.  "See the country.... relax.... take it easy. 
Feetal's Giz, this is dumb."  She drew her own short sword, and followed
him into the cave, slowly turning invisible as she went.

	[You know, it's a lucky thing he went nuts when he did.  We
would've walked right into the trap.]
	/Your point?/
	[I wonder about that elf-chica. Activate_Possibility_Sorter]
	[ONLINE]  The cave mouth was overlaid with red and blue
highlights, increasing in intensity farther into the cave.  However, when
Marcel looked back, to where he knew Rook to be.
	[OVERLOADING.  Cutting sensitivity to 10%.]
	/Wow./
	[Yup.  She's not only a stormer, she's got gobs of it.  She's
constantly absorbing possibility energy, and spending it.  Wow is right.]
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