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Post by Burtram Waters on Jun 17, 2017 1:17:54 GMT
Having been in the big easy a week he'd spent time familiarizing and enjoying the food and culture. Deciding how to best approach the pride he wasnt the rogue type. He loved people to much.
Having even gotten himself a card table and some cheap fabric. The deck had found him long ago, at an estate sale. Normally he avoided them but he'd stopped at a red light and spotted a sign. His guides told him to go so he went.
The owner had been a medium and her home full of things. They whispered to him but three things stopped him cold. A jade and moonstone pendant, a gazing ball of clearest quartz the real stuff not glass and the deck.
He'd paid took his prizes and continued with his day but the cards had never lied to him the pendant had at times given him unexpected protection and the ball saw true.
So for a bit of fun and cash Burtam was reading palms and telling fortunes. His soft cultured british lilt seemed to draw both males and females. His mane of chestnut curls was wild and well maintained. He looked very much what he was a young lion male.
The woman with her palm in his hand was flirtimg and he didn't discourage it but kept it light. He was middle of reading her love line when he felt it. Eyes like candle lit honey,blond hair, small, sweeter than tea but stronger than whiskey.
He could see her and she could see him, goddess she was everything he heard snd some. He would go to her assuredly, his guides said he needed to. She was his destiny.
Blinking as the boost to his power and senses remained while she faded. He apologized to his patron and finished her read. Giving a chaste cheek kiss, she left with news her true love would make him self known fairly soon as part of a strange mix up.
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Post by Jaedon on Jun 18, 2017 5:24:33 GMT
As Pepper washed over him he’d just been dropping off some fares at the Cat. He’d never felt Pepper that strong her lioness leaking all over him. Her sheer strength was impressive. He wasn’t sure what she was ding only that she raised a lot of power. There wasn’t a hint that she was in danger or needing help merely a roar of presence.
He pulled over to the curb inhaling and exhaling. Allowing the power to wash through and over him. He immediately thought about Chantelle he knew she was on the stage if she didn’t keep a wrap on it she’d shift onstage without meaning to. He thought of going back and helping her but he knew she would definitely take it the wrong way.
No sooner had he thought of her or more specifically helping lions had he felt a flare of leonine energy near him. Stepping out of his car he scanned the crowd of passerby’s. Spotting the young lion was as easy as simply opening his eyes. The mane of heair was a dead gve away even if he hadn’t felt the leonine energy wafting off him like a perfume. Something in his gut made him angry looking at the rogue but he swallowed that back in lieu of a more non-adversarial stance.
“Hey yo!!! You called for a ride?”
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Post by Burtram Waters on Jun 18, 2017 5:35:52 GMT
Burt blinked and head tilted the man was large and very lion. He was more lover than fighter thinker over rushing in. He cleared hus throat, the cultured british coating on his words clear" no good sir I have not, you might be mistaken. Thought if you understand me as I you..I come in peace and wish no trouble"
Letting the truth of his words move forward and lion step back a hair to give no offense.
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Post by Jaedon on Jun 18, 2017 6:14:22 GMT
Cocking his head as he heard the accent spill out of the lions mouth. So no he wasn’t from around here and he didn’t want to be seen as rogue. Jaedon nodded his head slowly and said, " So you called for a ride." Thumbing over his shoulder at his car idling along the curb. It would be easier if he played along taking the hint. He had never been arrested here New Orleans but he’d been educated at the hands of the Masters dark right hand. As such he was loathed to do things the hard way by causing a scene. So he leaned into the younger lions space having closed and said, “You most assuredly need a ride and I’m the man to get you there.”
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Post by Burtram Waters on Jun 18, 2017 6:40:12 GMT
Sniffing gently along the mans scent. He smelled like lion and car leather beer and pride. It dawned on him then" oh perhaps ypu are right I could use a ride"
Taking his table, cloth deck and orb. Pocketing the cash made he carefully moved to the car and got in stowing the folded table next to him.
Hoping he'd not end up beat up someplace or dead instead of going to meet the regina.
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Post by Jaedon on Jun 18, 2017 22:45:44 GMT
As they moved to his car he once inside told the new lion, “I have no intentions of screw you up or over pretty boy. You’re a lion that gets you a pass on most of the stupid things I do. Course you still need to meet one of the Regina’s the head regina so to speak. You got any plans or you sticking around awhile?”
It was brusque but he was that way as direct as he could be and he had no reason yet to be dishonest or angry with the new lion. Adjusting his rearview again he took off melding with the almost constant grid lock of walkers and tourists. Getting a ride in New Orleans was never hard getting anywhere on time was always an uphill fight. Luckily, he was a practiced hand cutting across cul-de-sacs moving down lanes that said up and crossing wide spaces of yards meant for partying not travel. Before soon came to pass they were out past Lake Lery and almost home.
Some would take his roundabout as a way to confuse someone and get them lost it unfortunately was not that though it could get confusing the first few times it was attempted. Needless to say as they neared the Venatorious with Pepper having stirred the soup of their energies high and hard it could be felt like a homing beacon calling urging demanding a shift and blood. He shook his head a smirk on his lips he wasn’t one to put off something pleasurable but he would a little while longer the night hadn’t really begun.
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Post by Burtram Waters on Jun 18, 2017 23:03:04 GMT
Bounced curls as he moved his head" well that is a relief to be sure dear man, forgive my rudeness I am burtram glenn waters also known as burt or bw"
Thinking as he heard him" well I had heard of your pride and its fresh take on things..my guides lead me here as a better fit for my talents and destiny. So I would hope to stay if she eill let me "
As they traveled voices spoke louder he cposed his eyes and as they neared the venitorious he shouted" wait please stop..they are calling me. Your spirits they are strong and wish to speak"
He was trying to get out weither jeadon stopped the car or not.
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Post by Jaedon on Jun 19, 2017 0:11:02 GMT
Jaedon eased onto the curb with the now frantic lion in his back seat. He knew if Burt really wanted out the door was gone but he hoped the lion would wait and listen to reason." If you break my door I will break something on you pretty boy." Opening his own door he stepped out prepared for the fire back. Most lions took truths for threats.
Thinking as he heard him" They do that form time to time and we need to calm them but that’s a long story. What I do know is it would be rude to go there to speak with the old dead lions beore you got a chance to speak with the living Queen. So choose I’ll let you hotfoot it the half mile out there through the gators or you can go with me make introductions and get a visitors pass even if you can’t stay. But lets do it the right way. She’s a good queen but right is right you slight her now who knows whats gonna get slighted on you?”
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Post by Burtram Waters on Jun 19, 2017 4:07:09 GMT
Hearing him he wouldn't tear off the door but looked at him crest fallen. " you dont understand they need me.. I can hear them clearly"
It made his mouth dry,he looked askance at jeadon. " trying to do it right but they are reaching out to me"
He took a breath and bowed head in defeat" will it be quick?"
He meant the meeting his skin crawling with the spirits begging to talk.
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Post by Jaedon on Jun 20, 2017 2:32:59 GMT
Hearing him he wouldn't tear off the door but looked at him crest fallen. " Nope and I wouldn’t try. Living lions problematic enough, pretty boy. Can’t say how long it’d take but the Regina is pretty direct and as plain spoken as needs be. Guess it depends on you really. Being in a rush can sometimes seem like lies but who am I to say." He shrugged sure that Burtram wouldn’t tear up his car. Moving back to the driver’s side he got in. The drive was far shorter from this distance and took most of no time at all.
As the house came into view so did a few of the boys who were playing soccer on the lawn it was either that or play a game of hunt and release. This was a safer option he could see tempers flaring and eased the car to a stop in a spray of gravel designed to catch their attention. " If you all can’t deal with the energy any better than that maybe you don’t deserve it." Rolling his shoulders he stepped away from the car moving towards them. He eyed them catching their eyes he dared them with a smile. Shucking off his jacket he tossed it to the car’s hood. Doing so he caught Burtram’s eye as well.
" Course this will have to be quick we’ve got a visitor. So, control or sleep what’s it going to be gentlemen?"
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