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 Lookin' to Hire a Hunter, Sloane, Harlie
Sloane
Posted: Oct 11 2009, 06:25 AM


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((OOC: This is assumed to occur after basically all the other posts Sloane has been in...and also after he's gotten some money from the Alal hunting and/or the Troll hunting, so that he can actually afford to hire Taylor.))

I'd been hopin'...no, I'd been needin' to find an' kill my Demon, ever since I heard he were alive. That were the whole reason I'd come to this hellhole in the first place. An' even though since then, I'd had a couple o' sidetrackin' incidents, I'd tried my best to put all my efforts into findin' that bastard. 'Course, it'd turned out that the best way to do so, were to make a buncha money to hire a feller most people reckoned was some kinda livin' harbinger o' Armageddon. Well, y'know what they say. Beggars can't be choosers.

After a couple o' jobs, I finally had a fair amount o' cash, an' so I'd made my way, here, to the address I'd gotten for Taylor Investigations. Weren't exactly a hidden place...feller seemed not to be too worried about people findin' him. In this place, that were certainly a sign that he was one tough feller. I needed to keep that in mind. Wouldn't really help me kill the Demon if this feller just killed me an' took my money.

I were just about to reach out an' open up the door, when somethin' nearby spoke up.
"Hey, dude, you weren't thinking about going in there, were you?" I looked aroun' for where the voice had come from, momentarily afraid that somehow, all the stuff I'd been through had addled my brain, an' now I were hearin' things as weren't there. An' then I spotted it.

I blinked. I blinked again. An' again.

Standin' next to the door, holdin a tiny li'l cigarette in one tiny li'l hand, was a tiny li'l bluish creature. It were wearin' white pants, an' a white hat that sort of slumped over at the top. It looked like...well, it looked like a joke, t'be honest, but the li'l feller had some kinda knife strapped to his back, an' what looked like a tiny li'l gun strapped to each hip. I'd been in the Nightside long enough now t'know that I shouldn't underestimate the feller, just cuz he were small.


"Uh...Yeah, I, uh, was headin' inside. Why?" I tried to keep my voice casual, an' not let any o' my surprise at seein' this little critter filter through.

"Why? Because that's Taylor Investigations, man. You go in there, and your life's forfeit. Look, I'm not in the business of giving out advice, but you look like you might be kinda new here, so you should know: The man brings death with him like it was his own personal best friend. You should just turn around and leave. Hire some other PI, like Tommy Oblivion."

"An' if this feller's so darn dangerous, then why, might I ask, are you waitin' right outside his door?"

"That's easy. I'm a bounty hunter, and someone, somewhere's always got a bounty out on Taylor. I figure if I'm the one to take him down, I'll get famous and rich at the same time."

I blinked again, glad the little guy couldn' see it. "An' you ain't worried about all the stuff you just tol' me, about how dangerous this feller is?"

The li'l guy actually smirked at me, an' then pulled out his pistols and twirled them around with a practiced ease that actually impressed me. "I'm not exactly a pushover, myself. I can be pretty dangerous, especially because most people don't notice me until it's too late. You certainly didn't notice me soon enough to save yourself, if I had wanted you dead."

"Well...I guess that's true. An' thanks for the tip then, friend, but I gotta hire the best at findin' things, an' I hear tell Taylor's it. I'm willin' to take the risk."

"Your funeral," he said, giving a little shrug. Then his eyes lit up. "Oh, and if you want to repay the favor, and don't die inside, then get Taylor to walk on out here, and keep his attention high. I'll do the rest."

"I'll...see what I can do."

I don't think I'd ever get quite used to this place, no matter how long I were here.

I took a deep breath, steeled myself, opened the door an' stepped inside.


((OOC: Just in case you were wondering about the exact nature of the littlest bounty hunter, there, that I was describing, here's a general picture of what he looks like: user posted image))


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Harlie Sage
Posted: Oct 14 2009, 03:28 AM


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Harlie raced down Business Lane as fast as she could in hopes of finally seeing Taylor. It seemed that he knew she was looking for him because every time she 'happened to stop by' he 'happened to have just left.' So this time she called a head to Cathy to make sure he was there with no plans of leaving. She also asked Cathy if he began to leave to stall him.

Since the night of the Memorial Party, Harlie, Eddie and John all seemed to disappear from the Nightside. Harlie left to go and find clues to the prophecy. With her step mother out of the way the Will her father left behind seemed almost irrelevant and she put it on the back burner. The death of a lot of her friends seemed a bit more urgent.

Eddie disappeared as well. From the rumor mill he needed to talk to the person or people or whatever made him a God. It seemed he had some soul searching, or god searching he needed to do.

John left no information behind. No one knew that he was even gone let alone why. But Harlie also had pressing matters she needed to discuss with John. Since the party she only gained a small amount of her powers back. John's power was to be able to find anything. She wanted him to find the switch in her brain that opened the flood gates to her power so she could use them as she once had.

So this was her reasoning to be charging down this dark place as quickly as she could without caring about anyone who looked her way, until she came to a stop outside his door. "Thank the gods" she muttered taking a moment to catch her breath.

"Hector, you do know that he knows you are here right?" Harlie noted not even looking up. Hector was always right outside Taylor's office hoping one day someone would put a bounty on his head. But Harlie just shook her head with a chuckle and walked in without waiting for a reply.

She was paying just as much attention as she always did in situations like this and went face first into someone's back. She back up a few steps in shock. "The gods, I am really sorry. I have a thing about not paying attention to things when I should." Harlie began to say very apologetically with a sweet smile and putting on a cutely innocent act. Obviously wearing Kevlar and carrying knives at her side in the open would break the facade but she was who she was.


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I am Harlie Sage. I have been living in Nightside for as long as I can remember, though never stepping a foot outside our Mansion walls, until my father was murdered. Now it is up to me to find his murderer and save the family Business from outside influence. I am Harlie, just a normal girl in a world of things that go bump in the night.

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stormygolem
Posted: Oct 16 2009, 10:30 AM


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Vin had followed Harlie to the main gates of the Mansion and stopped. She had watched the women leave and head out onto the street with apprehension. She hadn't left the safety of the house and its magical protection the house provided that acted like a buffer for her powers. After living her for the short time that she had the world was a different place.

For as far back as she could remember Vin had lived in a constant fog of being baraly able to string two coherent thoughts together before she fell back down into the onslaught of information that invaded her brain. But as she stayed here the magic of the mansion had slightly counteracted her own and she had began to become concious and aware of the world. It had by no means removed the powers in the least but it had weakened them enough for her to begin to have some sort of life.

Now she was going to leave that protection. She reached up a hand as if to touch the glittering wall of energy that was the outer edge of the spell. Vin knew that the wall didn't actually exist it was just her brains way of interpeting the information about the shield that her eye gave her. Harlie was almost out of sight down the street Vin had to act fast or be left yet agian in the building waiting for her to return. Vin took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and stepped through. She didn't feel any different...not yet at least. Another deep breath and she opened her eyes.

She staggered for a minute and grasped at her neck, there was a bandanna with a skull and crossbones tied around it. She had a mental image of the other version of herself she had met in the book. The others voice echoed in her head cutting away the fog that had agian started to fill her head. Come On! Concentrate! Your stronger then this. I didn't spend my life whimpering in some alley hiding from the pain and that means you don't have to either! Vin straightend and opened her eyes agian, this time she braced herself and to her surprise she was able to keep her mind stable even through all her powers, at least enough where she didn't just run and hide in the nearest corner.

Vin looked down the street and saw Harlie turning the corner. Vin bolted as fast as she could to get the women back into sight. Harlie was fast but with Vin's magically enhanced body she was easily able to catch up. Once Vin got Harlie back into her sights she slowed down, settling to just to follow silently. Vin wasn't sure what the women would think if she knew that Vin had followed her this time, and it wasn't neccassary to approach her now since Harlie was obviously distracted by wherever she was going based on how fast she was moving.

It wasn't very long until Harlie ended up in front of Taylor Investigations. Vin noted the small man in front when Harlie spoke to him. He could be dangerous and wasn't the type who would shed a single tear if he killed someone. Vin passed him just after Harlie did. Or at least she tried to. One small blue hand shot out and blocked her passage.

"Who are you?" The small man asked. She turned her head and pulled back her head in one smooth motion revealing her heavily scarred face and rather unusual eyes. The small man looked like he was going to say something further but decided agiasnt it. But he did take a step back and put a hand on one of his guns.

Vin continued past him she hadn't stopped when she had looked over at him. She ran straight into Harlie's back. The women had apparently not even made it throught he front door before running into someone else. Vin eyed the man nervously and reached under her cloak grabbing the hilt of a dagger.


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Sloane
Posted: Oct 21 2009, 04:43 AM


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Apparently, John Taylor's investigation services were much more popular than I had expected. I knew he was s'posed to be the best, but still. I had no sooner walked in the door than a lady, rushin' in, walked into my back. I turned around quick, holdin' out my hands if she were stumblin' an' gonna fall, but she were fine, by the looks of it.

"The gods, I am really sorry. I have a thing about not paying attention to things when I should."
She spoke fast, an' she smiled. It were a pretty smile, an' she seemed like a sweet, if somewhat oblivious, girl...until I noticed she were wearin' some kinda thick vest...the information They put in my brain interjected, "kevlar" it were called...an' she had knives openly displayed at her sides. For wearin' all that fightin' hardware, she were still most certainly puttin' on an innocent act. I didn' quite know what to make of her, whether she were just a skilled liar, tryin' to trick me into lettin' my guard down, or whether she were genuinely nice, an' she just carried that stuff fer protection. Afore I got the chance to decide, though, another lady came in an' plowed right into the kevlar-wearin' lady's back, makin' her stumble forward another step. Again, I held out my hands to catch her if she were gonna fall, but she didn'. In fact, she caught herself remarkably quick...she had the balance o' someone who's no stranger to fightin'.

The newcomer were an entirely differen' girl. Her neck-length, untidy black hair gave her somethin' of a feral look, the look o' someone who's not to be trifled with. She wore a cloak, an' underneath it I caught a glimpse or two of a lean, wiry body. I might've seen a dagger on her hip, too, fer just a moment, but I couldn' have been sure. I didn' get a good look. I saw th' scars on her face, thin, but noticeable, even if there were only two...I didn' particularly like seein' scars on women's faces. Didn't sit well with me...not after what I seen done to Lilah. Made me a bit angry, without even thinkin' about it. But I kept it cool an' hidden...wouldn' do to give away too much without understandin' who these people were.

An' then I actually noticed the newcomer's eyes. They was obscured in her hair, an' I couldn' get a good look at 'em...but t'me, they seemed strange. The one I saw were violet, a deep violet, an' it almost made me step back. She had seein' eyes, I were sure of it, eyes that saw somethin' as eyes were not meant t'see. I recognized someone like me...but then, those eyes, starin' deep, penetratin' everythin'...I felt that she saw more than I ever could. Then I shook off the feelin'. Couldn' be trusted, an intuition on what a feller can do; it's handy in a fight, maybe, but in other circumstances, you need to go by what you know, not what you feel.

One o' the newcomer's hands disappeared somewhere into her clothes as she looked at me sternly. She didn' seem happy to see me, although she did seem t'recognize the first lady as bumped into me. Interestin'. I held up my hands an' backed away, an' then I bowed just a little bit.


"My apologies, ladies, I didn' move through the door fast enough. S' my first time here, an' I were just a bit nervous. You two seem as though you've got some urgent business here, though, an' I'd be more 'n happy to let you through...assumin' your business ain't gonna monopolize Mr. Taylor's time. After all, I will be needin' to employ him, myself, an' I'd hate to lose out on his services because I let you cut me in the line." I smiled, an' I knew immediately that it weren't doin' no good. There's only so much a dead man can do to make himself look friendly, an' perhaps smilin' ain't on the list, when all it does is stretch taut the yellowed skin o' my cheeks an' make me look like some kinda ghoul. I dropped the smile quick, an' hoped I hadn' put 'em off, though they looked harder than to be phased by a mere dead man's smile.


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Harlie Sage
Posted: Oct 29 2009, 04:49 AM


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Harlie felt the bump of Vin hitting her in the back. Obviously she too hadn't been paying attention to where she was going either. She was almost knocked over but caught herself without too much hassle. Harlie glanced back and smiled sweetly shaking her head. The moment Harlie realized someone else was in the room she automatically knew Vin would go for her weapons.

"You catch more flies with honey than vinegar, Vin." Harlie pointed out sweetly nodding to Vin's hands floating above her own set of knives inside her cloak. "Not everyone, despite popular belief is out for blood." Harlie threw back her smile again, letting Vin know the current situation was well under control.

Harlie turned her full attention back to Sloane. She saw his look and she noticed the smile and then the quick lack there of. It caught her attention; so she made a mental note and moved on to his other features. He was handsome in a strange, psychopathic way, but then again, she was in the Nightside, and her tastes ran in that direction more often than not.

Tilting her head to the side keep her genuine smile upon her face she shook her head declining his proposal. "It's my fault. I am more keen on pay attention to abstract details, sights, sounds and the like more than I am keen on paying attention to the obviousness in front of me. But thank you for the cut, but Taylor is a powerful man, I am sure he can be hired by you and help me without so much as a... well we wont need to go there..."

Harlie finished her spoken thought in her head without so much as a thought, but I know full well Taylor is going to have a thousand thoughts about what I plan to ask him to do and he will express each and everyone of them in a loud distasteful manor.... but... Harlie's mind began to twist and turn into a plan. Taylor has been dodging her, this much she was well aware of but if Sloane were around it would be much harder for him to dodge....

"You should have no fear of John Taylor or of Nightside. All bark and no bite." Harlie began to play up her innocent act again. "How about we go in together? We can both get what we need from Taylor? Sound like a good plan to you?"


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I am Harlie Sage. I have been living in Nightside for as long as I can remember, though never stepping a foot outside our Mansion walls, until my father was murdered. Now it is up to me to find his murderer and save the family Business from outside influence. I am Harlie, just a normal girl in a world of things that go bump in the night.

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John Taylor
Posted: Oct 29 2009, 04:56 AM


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I had a feeling... a bad one. It was one of those feelings that grew as the seconds on the clock ticked away. I knew something was coming, something I didn't want to deal with.

When this feeling came I made sure to make myself scarce, but in the meantime I had left a great deal of paper work behind, paperwork that finally filled my desk so completely. Cathy refused to allow me to leave until everything was signed off on.

I finally reached my last document. Signed away what could potentially be my life, as you never knew what you were signing in the Nightside, grabbed my white trench coat and walked out my office door.

Then I stopped. Staring me down was Harlie, some new guy and Harlie's shadow. I believe her name was Vin. I only met her once at the Party. It was a hectic time in my recent history.

I was desperately trying to stay away from this meeting with Harlie. I didn't know where Eddie was, and even if I did, I wasn't going too.... "Look Mechanic, I don't know where Eddie is. And even if I did, only a lot of money or a small amount torture could get me to tell you." I glanced at Sloane, giving him the best intimidation stare I could muster at the moment. "Who is this, your body guard?"


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I am John Taylor. I am the Son of Lilith, the child never meant to be, the King never meant to return. I ran away from Nightside 5 years ago because everything was trying to kill me. And now I have returned, against my will to find the truth. I am John Taylor, I am just a normal Private Investigator in a not so normal world.

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stormygolem
Posted: Oct 30 2009, 05:58 AM


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Vin gave the man a cold stare and her head and her head seeemd to snap back a bit when her power started feeding her information. This man was dangerous and far from an innocent. He meant them no harm and that was enough for Vin, she slowly lowered her hand from the dagger and let it rest in the shadows of her cloak. She looked up at the man's face and spoke cryptically. "Be careful, not to lose yourself in your hunt." This man was full of contredictions and she saw that he had the potential to either become incredibly evil and dangerous or become a good man. Since what she saw tipped him towards the more positive side Vin didn't feel the need to constantly hold her weapon. Plus if he did attack she would see it coming and had plenty of weapons within arms reach.

Vin heard Harlie speak to her and looked over. She saw the smile on Harlie's face and mirrored it nodding back to her to show that she had no intention of attacking the man unless he did something to deserve it and from what she saw he wasn't likely to do that. There was violence in him but it was aimed at one particular person...or being rather demon and neither Harlie or her were it.

Vin pointed up at the mans goggles. "Don't hide your eyes or you won't see to find what you seek." He turned towards the door hearing the door knob turn. John was finally coming out. She grinned back up at Harlie when she said they could go in together. "He is coming out to us." She pointed at the door just as it opened.


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The story so far: In the beginning the Universe was created. This has made a lot of people very angry and has been widely regarded as a bad move.
--Douglas Adams-- The Restaurant at the End of the Universe

A common mistake people make when trying to design something completely foolproof is to underestimate the ingenuity of complete fools.
--Douglas Adams--"Mostly Harmless"

Yes, it was an act of God. But which God?
--Douglas Adams-- "A Long Dark Teatime For the Soul"
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Harlie Sage
Posted: Nov 1 2009, 08:45 PM


Heir to the Techno Thrown of Nightside


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"Really? I mean really? You've been hiding from me because you think I want to know where Eddie is?" Harlie rolled her eyes.

Deep down, yes she really wanted to know where he was. More so, she just wanted to know that he was okay. But she could understand his need to disappear. After the party, she and Eddie....

Harlie shook her head. "Me wanting to see you has nothing to do with Eddie, and no, this gentleman is not my body guard. We just happened to bump here in your lobby, literally. I don't even know his name." Harlie glanced towards him with a smile. "He was here first, so I'll be kind and wait my turn."


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I am Harlie Sage. I have been living in Nightside for as long as I can remember, though never stepping a foot outside our Mansion walls, until my father was murdered. Now it is up to me to find his murderer and save the family Business from outside influence. I am Harlie, just a normal girl in a world of things that go bump in the night.

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Sloane
Posted: Nov 4 2009, 04:34 AM


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((OOC: Harlie, I’m assuming that at least at first, Sloane doesn’t recognize Harlie from his memories from the Book thing, nor does Harlie recognize Sloane, for whatever reasons. Maybe eventually they’ll put it together, but for the moment, I’m assuming they’re both ignorant of the role the other played in that world.))

T'say I were startin' to get uneasy would be the understatement o' my whole damn unlife.

These ladies...they were each settin' me off strange in their own way. The one were playin' nice an' innocent, an' I could almost believe it, even with the kevlar vest an' knives she were wearin', 'cept that...she said the Nightside were all bark an' no bite, an' I knew that weren't true, an' from the looks o' her, it looked like she knew it too. I had no idea what to make o' her, considerin' she seemed nice an' friendly, an' yet, it were all too easy to imagine somethin' nice an' friendly just settin' me up to be used as a meat shield when the shootin' started. I nodded to her when she proposed that me an’ her go in to see Taylor at the same time, figgerin’ that at least then, I could keep her somewhere to the side o’ me or in front o’ me, where I could keep an eye on her.

The other lady, with the strange eyes, well...she were even stranger. The things she said t'me,
"Be careful, not to lose yourself in your hunt.," an' "Don't hide your eyes or you won't see to find what you seek." She were a woman as knew too much, clearly. Not someone I wanted t’have on my bad side, especially with the way she were eyein’ me, like she knew the deepest corners o’ my soul.

The woman who knew too much mirrored the “innocent” lady’s smile, an’ it were a creepy thing, indeed. Much as it looked genuine, it stood in stark contrast to the deep an’ deadly look she’d had on her face prior, an’ it gave me the willies, which was sayin’ something.

An’ then, apparently, the feller we’d all come here to see decided to come out an’ meet us.

He weren’t quite what I were expectin’, not some towerin’ behemoth o’ power, not some dark an’ fiery angel burnin’ with destructive force, not some demon or monster or…anythin’, really. He just looked like a normal feller, albeit wherein’ a spiffy white trenchcoat. Looked good on him, I had to say. But all in all, I didn’ know whether to be disappointed, or worried. Worried, ‘cuz all those stories about the feller’s likely didn’ come from nothin’, which meant he was a good hand at hidin’ how deadly he was…either that, or he was a good hand at makin’ stories about hisself, without backin’ ‘em up, which meant he might be useless for helpin’ me. I would say I were hopin’ for the former, an’ not the latter, but then, that also would mean this feller were the dangerous bein’ I’d been hearin’ so much about, an’…well, I figgered I’d just let things play themselves out, an’ not hope for either way.

The feller didn’ look too happy to be seein’ the girls there, an’ his voice showed it.
"Look Mechanic, I don't know where Eddie is. And even if I did, only a lot of money or a small amount torture could get me to tell you,” the feller, Taylor, said. I lissened with interest, not knowin’ who the heck anyone was as was bein’ talked about, but knowin’, somehow, that it were all important anyways. An’ it were good to know that money really was a good hold on this feller, too, as spoken by his own mouth.

An’ then he turned his gaze on me, an’ it grew hard an’ cold, the look o’ a man who ain’t no stranger to killin’, an’ wouldn’ think twice about dispatchin’ me back to my grave. It were a heavy look, that, a bad look, an’ it took all my nerve not to show any outward sign o’ discomfort, to just keep a wall o’ blank impassivity on my face. That look did scare me, I’d be lyin’ if I said otherwise.
"Who is this, your body guard?" he said. Took me a second or two to realize he meant me, as the “Mechanic’s” bodyguard. I held up my hands in front o’ me, an’ began shakin’ my head in small, quick jerks, but luckily, the “Mechanic” started talkin’, savin’ me from explainin’.

"Really? I mean really? You've been hiding from me because you think I want to know where Eddie is?" The Mechanic certainly didn’ sound afeared o’ this Taylor feller. Which could mean any of a number o’ things, like maybe she knew he wouldn’ kill or hurt her…or maybe she was just as scary a person as he was. After all, he didn’ look all that scary, either, except fer that stare.

"Me wanting to see you has nothing to do with Eddie, and no, this gentleman is not my body guard. We just happened to bump here in your lobby, literally. I don't even know his name." She looked a’ me an’ smiled, a smile I would be inclined to say were genuine an’ kind, if’n I weren’t gettin’ more an’ more suspicious with every passin’ moment. "He was here first, so I'll be kind and wait my turn." Took me a couple more seconds to figger out that she’d just given me my cue, an’ it were my turn to speak. I coughed an’ stammered fer a second, an’ then I put on my best nonchalant, friendly smile, still so aware o’ how it must look like a corpse’s rictus grin on my face.

“Uh, well, that’s very kind o’ you, miss…Mechanic, was it? Thankee kindly,” I said to her, an’ then I turned my attention to the Taylor feller. “An’ I presume you are the famous John Taylor. Well, Mr. Taylor, m’name’s Sloane, an’ I’m certainly not this lady’s bodyguard, nosirree. Lady like that don’ look like she need a bodyguard, certainly not one like me, ‘specially with her…ah…purple-eyed friend, there.” I shot a glance back a’ the strange woman, who’d seemed to know too much, but only fer a moment. “No, Mister Taylor, I’m not fortunate enough to be on any such business as protectin’ someone. I’m here a’cuz I’m needin’ help to…to find someone…something…as done me wrong, a great time ago. I’m here a’cuz I’m needin’ you to help me find this creature, so’s I can kill it, once an’ for all.” I let the smile slide from my face, an’ gave Taylor my own hard look. Didn’ expect him to be intimidated, but I wanted him to know I had hard in me, an’ I meant business. “Now do you do that kind o’ thing, Mr. Taylor, or should I go lookin’ fer someone else?”



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John Taylor
Posted: Nov 9 2009, 01:34 AM


Private Investigator and Son of Lilith


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For a moment I considered Harlie. Her presence here was making me very uneasy. I was not a fan of uneasy. But I ignored it for the moment, most of the time it was not a good thing to ignore instinct, but this Sloane guy smelled of money, and oh how I liked money. So I turned my attention to Sloane and heard his story.

"Just call me Taylor or John." I interrupted. "Mister just makes me sound, well like my father, and I don't like him. And yes I can do those kinds of things. Finding things that do not want to be found is my gift. More often than not, I find them even when I didn't mean to." John turned to Harlie then back to Sloane.

"So you want me to find a creature you can't find. Is that it? Do you have any leads? Do you have any idea where it is? How do you know it is in the Nightside? Just because this place is the freak nature capitol doesn't mean your monster is here. I'll take the job for the right price.... what is the price?"

The questions just spewed from my mouth like a verbal air leak. Some times when an interesting job came to call, I got a little over excited. I stopped myself before I seemed too over eager and played it all off as though I was being down right serious and uninterested.


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I am John Taylor. I am the Son of Lilith, the child never meant to be, the King never meant to return. I ran away from Nightside 5 years ago because everything was trying to kill me. And now I have returned, against my will to find the truth. I am John Taylor, I am just a normal Private Investigator in a not so normal world.

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