Elyse was in the dream. She had learned through the years how to differentiate between real dreams and the dream. She didn't know how to force herself into the dream though. It often just happened by chance. It was something that she hoped she would accomplish soon.

Elyse moved quietly through the dream woods, wondering why she was here. Was there even a reason - something to be learned perhaps? She was cautious. She had heard that if you got injured here, you got injured in real life.

The thing she would never get used to was the shifting clothing. It seemed to always change as her thoughts wandered. Elyse smiled, finally figuring it out. Elyse stopped, concentrating on wearing a simple black garb with winter gear, and suddenly the shifting stopped. She was wearing what she had thought of.

Perhaps she had more control over this area. She would try to see what she could find out.

Lunch had been interesting. Her mark had showed up and left and Aria had stayed to be polite. She shouldn't have, but the man was easy enough to follow after the fact.

The streets of Beijing were crowded and Aria was thankful that they were just as wary of her as she was of them. They rarely jostled her shoulder or arm as they walked past. It was refreshing. But she still stood out in the crowd.

She wasn't going to do anything today but she intended to follow her mark to where ever he was going. Aria had been surprised to find him in the rough neighborhood she'd found to stay, but it didn't surprise her when he walked into building with women hanging out of the windows beckoning men inside. A brothel was one way to kill the man, but she wouldn't today. And not here.

Aria had a plan, but this was not the locale to execute the plan. Aria took up post across the street on a door step with a newspaper in her hand as if she were reading the want ads.

Enrique drove, leading the way to the site. A nearby cave in which some dreykan had taken residence. Ricky had told the group what he could of the creatures. Ricky himself was now armed with his four revolvers. He had extra ammunition, but with the amount of people and a reborn god on his side, he doubted he would need it.

A reborn god. The words hit Ricky's mind like a brick. In some ways, he couldn't believe he was doing this. He was allying himself with someone that he had been taught was evil not because of what he had done, but because of who he was.

A lot of thoughts started with that. Evil because of something that he didn't choose. Could that be? Seeing that his mentor had allied himself with the cartels hadn't set well with him, and it made him question the teachings of the Atharim. His thoughts drifted to Marta. He was doing this for her. He saw someone who could stop the cartels, and that person was a reborn god.

The group arrived at the cave, and Ricky brought the vehicle to a halt. He exited the car and waited for the group to gather before going in. "Keep your eyes open, they're clever beings."

I hope ya'll have a wonderful Christmas with your families.

And a wonderful new year to come!

hey guys. i'm having a bit of a hard time taking care of the baby all on my own. he's a pretty needy kiddo and attached to me 24/7. so i'm not even really able to check the forums and chat like I was when he was brand new and sleeping all the time. if there's any problems, get a hold of Hood (Number Two) or Michael or Aria and they can get me a message if necessary.

~A

Finally finished a long semester of various stuffs and things and have time to RP here again.

Is back, and my characters available. Hit me up.

http://www.dragonmount.com/forums/topic/...rjs-notes/

Taim was originally Demandred in Lord of Chaos and Demandred killed Asmodean.

Victor Shcherbakov, one of the top researchers under Dr. Flynn himself, a man who's most notable contribution to society is the first cure to the common cold. While the cure itself had side affects it is still used widely around the world. The reasons for Dr. Shcherbakov's dismissal from VaiaPlus has been rumored to connected to unethical research on humans during several of the sickness and cancer trials.

Many believe Shcherbakov was let go in order to preserve Dr. Flynn's unblemished records. Shcherbakov's secretary claimed that Flynn had full knowledge of all trials and experiments Shcherbakov was doing. She has also been let go with Shcherbakov. VaiaPlus expect the lawsuit in her defense to crop up soon.

Dorian was finishing up the last bits of paperwork on Volodin. Dead by unknown assailant. Autopsy showed he was dead before the fire, but they couldn't get exact cause of death. The building had once been part of the mob family he worked for and likely they were the cause of his death. Taking out a threat. However the bomb itself left many questions. The signature was wrong for the Moscovian crime family and it left more questions than answers. Case officially closed in terms of the monster squad.

Dorian doubted anyone would look into it further since he was a known mobster and had attacked a fellow cop. Case closed.

There was very little cover up work needed and for that Dorian was grateful, Martin had at least been conscientious of the fact. Though he heard rumblings from those lower than Martin that he wasn't happy about something. Martin was never happy unless he actually got the kill. He grumbled a lot when someone else took out his mark. Those who worked with him knew better than to try. Dorian was sure his knew team would either learn it too, or they would soon be walking their own paths.

A small chirp from his wallet alerted Dorian to an incoming call. He fished his wallet from the rear pants pocket of his slacks and saw it was from Cruz. He answered quickly, "I'm on my way home, what's up?"


A voice chattered over the electronic line. At first he couldn't understand but he heard Cruz barely audible on the other side. "Dad. I need you to come get me."

"Cruz, where are you?"
Dorian could hear the distress in his own voice. Something was wrong with his son, and that was never a good thing.

Cruz barely got out, "University."

Dorian sighed and pulled out the tracking software he had placed on his son's phone when he was a teenager. He hadn't used it in forever, Cruz was a grown man. But he'd find him. "I'm coming. I'll be there soon.


[[ Feel free to jump in. I do have a plan but I won't post till next week so if you might jump in PM me and let me know so I don't move on. ]]

So as I sat through a three hour lecture on how to fill out a student's course file, many thoughts occurred to me. None related to the topic of the lecture of course, but one stood out enough for me to bother writing it down.

Channeling and cameras.

Can Channelers see Weaves through a video camera? I would assume not, but what is everyone's thoughts on this?

Then, related to this thought. Should a Channeler not be able to see Weaves through a video camera. When a Channeler learns a new weave, it becomes ingrained into them to only be able to do it one way. So say in regards to 'throwing' a fireball. If they learn to execute the Weave with a physical throwing motion, that's the only way they can do it from then on (generally).

Does that hold true to being able to see the Weaves as well? As in, if a Channeler is blinded, can they construct a Weave? And if a Channeler is wearing, say, night-vision goggles, would they be able to see their Weaves, or even be able to construct a Weave at all?

If a Channeler is wearing 'modern' powered armour suits which exist in some of the in-setting militaries, would they be able to Channel while wearing a helmet which displays everything on an in-helmet screen, filtered through various cameras fixed to the outside of the helmet?