Nine Swords

Kate's Office, 08:34
"There are how many new posts to read ..." <mumbles>

Kate's Office, 13:58
"mhm.. yep almost done.. lunch you said? Soon honey..."

Kate's Office, 16:57
"THE SCRIPT ISN'T WORKING... THE USERGROUPS..."

Kate's Office, 17:58
"Ok.. ok.. done, dinner.. yeah I'm hungry"

"Do you have any just like this but with lower heels?"

"Yes, lower. I broke one off the last pair in a grate in that stupid burned out Soviet... look, can you just check in back?"

"For the love of... pull harder!"

"No, I am not limping out of here in just one boot. Get. It. Off."

"Fine. I'll take them."

Ignoring the sharp jabbing pain in his leg, Conlan took after the green armored man. Both were injured, The dragon worse now running for his life. The two men cleared through the short hallway just over the center Fusang Facility. Spotting his allies below the dragon jumped over the railing his comrades waiting to rip the Templar in pursuit to shreds should he follow.

"No!" Conlan shouts throwing his hand out to the dragon agent in midair. A transparent green chain wrapped around the Dragon's neck. Conlan pulled the chain hard ripping the man from the air skidding him to a vault at his feet.

"No you don't" Conlan leveled his shotgun to the Dragons head.

- What the...?!

Katja had became very curious when she had found the large bulging envelope in her mailbox. The feeling had not been reduced when she saw the stains of grease. The stains had blurred out the address so she could not even see if it was meant for her and there where no sender on the envelope.

As soon as she got home she had take it out in the kitchen to open it only to find a large number of lukewarm, nicely folded tacos. She stared. And started to frown. What was this?! She poured them out on the counter, looking for a note or something that would explain the freakish gift.

She found nothing.

She could not help to chuckle as she threw the taco's in the trash.

Very carefully he painted the symbols over the white washed pebbles, and set them aside near the small leather pouch and fistful of straw on the desk. Conlan leaned back in the chair looking in the other room watching Izumi stir in the sheets, then fall back sleep. He returned to the desk fashioning out the burlap cloth with a red and black button eyes wrapping the cloth and tieing it around the straw in the shape of a human stuffing black threads in the head to serve as hair. Chanting under his breath he began placing each of the marked whites stone into the leather bag over the bed of dried sage leaves at the bottom. The chanting grew louder and quicker as each stone was placed in. At the end of the ritual he pulled a piece of straw from the doll's leg and set it in the bag as well over the stones. Finally he drew the blade of his knife over his palm and dripped his own blood into the pouch. Conlan tied the bag shut and around the midsection of the doll. His bloody hand closed around the roseary he kept around his wrist and touch his forehead, heart, both shoulders, and then bring the bloody fist of beads to his lips kissing them.

He checked again to make sure Izumi didn't wake, then back to the desk picking up the gris-gris of Jennison Edwards examining his work.