PC's: Nina Reynolds, Blame Location: The Tube Cafe Summary: Blame is hiding from an ex-boyfriend whom wants to beat her with a baseball bat.. Nina saves the day. The Tube Cafe This is a clear plastic human transport tube that allows people to walk from the second floor of the Gateway Regency, over the road below, and into the upper level of the Gateway Regency Parking Garage. Halfway between both destinations is a small sandwich and soda cafe with a small counter for those last minute snacks on the way to work in the morning and for the busy on the move citizens of Motown. < -places- available here > Obvious exits: Gateway Regency Garage Blame has arrived. Nina Reynolds is sitting at the counter of the small cafe counter. It only being a small six seat counter with stools there isn't any tables around or booths. Nina is currently drinking a large glass of milk while eating a bowl of cinnemon and brown sugar oatmeal. Blame walks swiftly into the Tube and sits down next to the human woman. SHe hunches forward and puts her hand to the side of her face, like she's hiding from someone. Nina Reynolds rolls 11 dice against a TN 3: 1 2 2 2 3 4 5 5 5 5 10 (7 successes) Nina Reynolds rolls 10 dice against a TN 3: 1 1 1 2 2 3 4 5 5 5 (5 successes) Nina Reynolds takes a bite of her oatmeal and then follows it by a sip of her ice cold milk and then glances over to Blame, deducing she doesn't want to be seen by someone. Without asking prying questions Nina puts down her glass, concentrates but for a moment and then Blame warps a bit and then blink.. she's gone. Having cast the Improved Invisibility spell Nina is able to see through the illusion, but she knows the spell was effective (Intelligence TN3, need 8 successes to see Blame) by the shifting of the aura around Blame as she glances into the astral plane for a moment. Nina leans over a touch closer to Blame and whispers, "It's okay.. your safe now.. there.. look straight ahead at the mirror on the wall there... your invisible now.. they won't see you." Blame blinks and furrows her brows at the woman, but gasps out loud when she glances in the mirror. "Drek woman!" SHe hisses waving her hands but seeing nothing. "What'd you do to me? Je-sus, am I for real..?" As she sits, amazed, an elf with a red headband and a baseball bbat pokes his head in the Tube, takes a quick glance around, swears, and leaves. Blame laughs as he goes and flips his retreating form the bird. "Asshole... didn't expect me to make no goddamned wizard friends, did ya?" Nina Reynolds chuckles just a touch at Blame's responses and comments and takes a drip of her milk before asking, "What that the person whom was following you? Are you safe now?" Blame bahs and waves a hand, leaning forward on the counter, elbows planted firmly on the surface. "Just an old boyfriend... discovered a cooky elf religion a couple months ago and tries to use it as an excuse to kick me around and get his rocks off on me. It's more annoying than dangerous to tell you the truth..." Nina Reynolds nods as she scoops another bit of oatmeal onto her spoon and then shrugs off the spell with a small motion of her head and Blame suddenly appears on the stool nearby (Thus also appearing in the mirror should Blame take note). Nina speaks just a moment before taking a bite of her oatmeal, "Religon is a tricky thing. Most religeons are an exclusive belief system which by definition belives its the only true and correct path to follow. Unfortuantely, too many people want to take their own experiences and force them onto others. It is my view that it needs to be a personal relationship, and aggressive recruiting will only do harm to any religion." . Blame smooths a strand of ahir behind her ear and adjusts her top in the mirror. "I got no problems with religions, except for the ones that hit me with baseball bats..." She whistles at the boy behind the counter and snaps her fingers. "Can I get some soycaff over here?" Nina Reynolds grimices just slightly with concern in her eyes, "It's part of his religeon to beat you with a bat?" Blame shrugs and taps the counter impatiently until the boy grudgingly puts a cup of caff in front of her. "Thanks sweets," she smiles sweetly at the boy and lifts her cup with both hands. "More like his erligion says that elves are the suns of God, or something, which means they can do whatever they want to us 'lessers'... I dunno, it's all bulldrek..." Nina Reynolds frowns at the info, "Sort of like that Humanis Policlub type group?" Blame nods and sips her drink. "Sort of... but it also says that elves have the right to rape and murder anyone they feel like. Not many of them do, the whole religion is just a crackpot cult for peabrained idiots..." Nina Reynolds shivers slightly at that additional data, "That can't be a legally sanctioned religion at all.. good grief that's truely messed up." she looks over in the direction where the elf boyfriend was briefly seen with his baseball bat and then looks back to Blame, "You want my help turning him over to the authorities?" Nina Reynolds says, "rolling to remove astral signiture of the spell I cast." N.ASTRALSIG: When casting a spell or conjouring a spirit/elemental an astral signiture is left in the astral plane which lasts a number of hours equal to the force of the spell. To erase this signiture you use Sorcery if it was a spell cast, or Conjouring for a spirit/elemental summoned against the TN(force of spell). The number of successes is the number of hours reduced. Drain is (Force)L drain. Nina Reynolds rolls 5 dice against a TN 3: 1 5 5 5 5 (4 successes) Nina Reynolds rolls 6 dice against a TN 3: 1 3 4 5 5 7 (5 successes) Nina Reynolds says, "Force 3 spell leaves astral signiture on Blame for 3 hours... 4 successes removes it completely. 3(L)Stun.. 5 successes, no drain." Blame shrugs. "Why? There's plenty more just like him... besides, he's not dangerous... just a lonely pigheaded idiot with no self esteem..." Nina Reynolds blinks as if stunned, "Not dangerous? I'm no elf. According to what you've said its in his religeon to come after me with a baseball bat." somehow, Nina looks like she's motivating herself to go after Blame's old boyfriend and see he finds himself with a broken knee or something. Blame glances over at Nina and smiles behind her cup. "He wouldn't come after you... you're proper... up town. And if he tries to mess with me again, I'll kick his ass." Nina Reynolds considers Blame's words and nods her head slowly as she turns back more squarely on her stool to forget her idea of chasing after the elf herself, "Well.. I'm glad I could help you out.. that sounds like a real screwed up situation all the way around." Blame sips her caff and smiles. "Not as screwed up as some I've been in, but yeah... religion always complicates things..." SHe chuckles to herself and crosses her ankles under her stool. "What's your name, stitch?" Nina Reynolds quirks a brow, not like she's insulted, but more confused, "Stitch?" Blame nods and glances at the woman. "Wtitch, swank, kaker..." SHe sighs and leans on one elbow, turning towards the human. "WHat's your name, friend?" Nina Reynolds grows more confused by the second, "I'm getting confused.. are you asking me my name or making derogatory comments at me?" Blame sighs. "It's just slang... a term of familiarity... like 'girlfriend' or something like that..." Nina Reynolds ah's, "I fear I don't know much of that ebonics stuff." she extends her right hand in greeting while turning on her stool to make it more comfortable, "Nina." Blame takes the hand and shakes it firmly. "Blame... nice to meet you, Nina..." Nina Reynolds again gets lost somewhere in the simple conversation, "You blame me? For what?" Blame smiles and shakes her head. "No, stitch, that's my name. Blame." Nina Reynolds grimices, the gap between the street and corp types quite evident, "Slitch? Isn't that like slut bitch?" Blame runs her fingers through her hair and sighs, shaking her head. "Look, forget it... I'm not meaning to piss you off or anything, alright?" Nina Reynolds nods and visibly relaxes with a sigh and then retracts her hand from the greeting, "Phew.. okay.. that's good." she looks relieved, "Pleased to meet you Blame." hoping she's got at least her name figured out right. Blame smiles and finishes her caff. :Likewise..." She leans her cheek into a hand and looks out the clear tube, quiet for a moment. "This is a real classy place, isn't it?" Nina Reynolds nods as she follows Blame's gaze, "It's okay.. I mean.. the security is nice enough to keep out the real trouble makers.. that's the first time I've seen anyone like your ex-boyfriend there make it past security. Usually someone ranting around with a baseball bat doesn't even make it through the door." Blame smiles to herself and stares sightlessly out the windows. "Oh, he has a way with words... good at getting people to do what he wants..." Nina Reynolds nods, "I'll have to remember this face.. he might become a little hobby of mine.. letting him know what its like to be stalked." Blame hmpfs and takes in a deep breath through her nose. "You're welcome to him, Nina... Christ, what an asshole he can be..." Nina Reynolds smiles triumphantly, "Very chill... mind if I ask where he lives? phone number? email address? Where he works? type of car and license plate if you know it?" a sinister grin on her face. Blame raises her eyebrows and half smiles, a bit freaked out by the other woman's enthusiasm. "Wherever he can, none that I know, only a dead account, and he hasn't had a job or car for as lnog as I've known him." Nina Reynolds nods, "Best way to find him then will probably be to whip up a watcher spirit and hang around you some more.. next time he shows up I can tag him and track him down." she grins at this, her eyes drifting off at the ways she considers teaching him his lesson.. and more than one idea comes equipped with removing flesh with a cheese grater. Nina finishes her meal and wipes her mouth with a napkin and then looks over to Blame, "This has been an interesting breakfast... Do you need an escort to some place safe?" Blame shakes her head and waves a dismissive hand. "Nah, I can take care of myself, thanks..." Nina Reynolds slips off her stool and pays her tab with a credstick and then offers Blame a smile, "If you need help with that joker.. or anything else.. just leave word here in an envolope or a datachip and label it "Nina" and I'll check back frequently.. kay?" Blame closes one eye and submits the data to her memory. "Chill, Nina... thanks..." Nina Reynolds turns and moves off towards the gateway regency apartment building (not the garage), soon slipping from view down a hallway.