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Episode 1.01 Memory Lane
vampyre on Wed Aug 19, 2009 4:16 pm
Univeristy student Jennifer Moore is on vacation, staying at her aunt's antique shop. Before her vacation ends, Jennifer's view of the world will never be quite the same again.
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1011 prologue I
vampyre on Mon Aug 24, 2009 12:52 pm
1011 Prologue I
The wall clock ticked past 1.31am. The clock looked out over the shop floor, where shelving contained antiques and curios of all kinds, the only light coming through the windows from street lights outside.
In the darkness…in the quiet…in the stillness, a clicking sound is heard…followed by the mechanical rounding of a spring, then a chime. Amongst the shelving a small box had opened and light emitting from it shows a 2” doll of a slowly spinning ballet dancer, moving to the sweet melody of the chime. Upon a closer look, the dancer is dressed in a pretty red dress and white lace blouse and her smile is infectious. For a moment the light flickered…then a new sound was heard….whispering, not of one voice but many, that seemed to emit out from the box twirling and moving about the shop, resonating, the whispers rising and falling as it seemed to encircled the shop with the music box at the centre….the whisperings invoking…seeking….searching...
Memory Lane
Starring:
Professor McDowell
Gabriel Markham
Clarissa Morgan
Also starring:
Malcolm Moore
Deidre Moore
And introducing: Jennifer Moore
The wall clock ticked past 1.31am. The clock looked out over the shop floor, where shelving contained antiques and curios of all kinds, the only light coming through the windows from street lights outside.
In the darkness…in the quiet…in the stillness, a clicking sound is heard…followed by the mechanical rounding of a spring, then a chime. Amongst the shelving a small box had opened and light emitting from it shows a 2” doll of a slowly spinning ballet dancer, moving to the sweet melody of the chime. Upon a closer look, the dancer is dressed in a pretty red dress and white lace blouse and her smile is infectious. For a moment the light flickered…then a new sound was heard….whispering, not of one voice but many, that seemed to emit out from the box twirling and moving about the shop, resonating, the whispers rising and falling as it seemed to encircled the shop with the music box at the centre….the whisperings invoking…seeking….searching...
Memory Lane
Starring:
Professor McDowell
Gabriel Markham
Clarissa Morgan
Also starring:
Malcolm Moore
Deidre Moore
And introducing: Jennifer Moore
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Awakening
Admin on Tue Sep 29, 2009 8:22 pm
Jennifer tossed and turned restlessly as she dreamed .. flashing blades, slashing clawed hands, monsters ... and she awoke startled and distressed again. Her room was deathly quiet and unsettled by this she reached out in the dark to fumble for the switch and flick her bedside lamp on. It illuminated dimly with its low wattage bulb and after a few moments her vision adjusted to the light. The pill container was empty. She knew those were the last Ambien CR pills her doctor would agree to prescribe; her obsessive nightmares and visions were simply the product of an overactive imagination. She was a troubled young woman. At least that's what the doctor and her therapist had told her. They insisted that monsters aren't real and had made it quite clear to her that there could be no such thing as a "slayer" - something they had taken great pains and undertakings to stress to her. Yet every time, in her dreams, she knew that this is what she was seeing. Herself, as the "slayer" and it always felt real.
The pills had been a short-term solution and Jennifer knew that without them her true nature would now have to be realised. "The doctors are wrong", she told herself "I am the slayer and into every generation a chosen one is born. The pills had got her through high school ... but she'd have to get through college without them.
She'd never forgotten her training - "martial arts club" she'd told her parents when she was younger and, even now, she knew the professor was waiting for her to resume her role after having spent three years in denial. But Jennifer realised that had been long enough. There could be no escaping what she was and it was time to emerge and accept what she was meant to be.
She was ready.
The pills had been a short-term solution and Jennifer knew that without them her true nature would now have to be realised. "The doctors are wrong", she told herself "I am the slayer and into every generation a chosen one is born. The pills had got her through high school ... but she'd have to get through college without them.
She'd never forgotten her training - "martial arts club" she'd told her parents when she was younger and, even now, she knew the professor was waiting for her to resume her role after having spent three years in denial. But Jennifer realised that had been long enough. There could be no escaping what she was and it was time to emerge and accept what she was meant to be.
She was ready.
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1012 Memory Lane: 1.35am
vampyre on Fri Oct 02, 2009 10:51 am
"...and so are we..." the voices whispered from the store below to the chime of the still opened music box.
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1013 unknown location: 1.39am
vampyre on Fri Oct 02, 2009 12:10 pm
A door opened and a figure entered his feet shuffling slowly along the varnished wooden floor. The room was empty adn the figure dressed in a faded brown overcoat moved slowly towards the window, breathing in slow loud rasps, seemingly struggling for air...a trail of dripping blood following in his wake. Reaching the window, two pale gaunt eyes looked out across the overgrown garden below, faintly lit by two glass globed lamps. In the driveway was a car, on top of which was a rack with luggage.
Looking down he eyed the severed head he held by its hair in his left hand...blood dripping on the floor. There was still one other to be found...and he had to find her...and shield her from living world she was now seeking to return too. The figure could hear her racing heartbeat...feel and smell the fear and panic...she was coming to me. Turning he saw the girl enter the room and seeing him...screamed.
Looking down he eyed the severed head he held by its hair in his left hand...blood dripping on the floor. There was still one other to be found...and he had to find her...and shield her from living world she was now seeking to return too. The figure could hear her racing heartbeat...feel and smell the fear and panic...she was coming to me. Turning he saw the girl enter the room and seeing him...screamed.
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1014 Arcadia U: 1.40am
vampyre on Mon Oct 12, 2009 3:38 am
The Professor was awake when he got the call…he had not rested since learning that Rhy’s car had been found. Blood…but no bodies and Jenna had been with him, both investigating a possible sighting of the Nomads. “Professor McDowell speaking.”
“Professor, Gabriel here…sorry to wake you, but I have detected active magic within the shop where Jennifer and her parents are staying. It is still active and is not malicious or threatening…so far.”
Gabriel unique gifts was showing again….I knew he was sensitive to magic, capable of detecting and discerning its nature. “Where is it originating from?”
“An object in the shop I believe…I can sense music…chime music, voices whispering…I do not know the language and something dancing, turning round and round.”
Chime music…dancing…what could that be...antique shop…something old…dancer, ballet…a music box. I had not seen one of those for years. They had gone out of fashion decades ago. “Well done Gabriel…I think it may be a music box.”
“Sorry…what is that?” Gabriel asked
“Well they were made for young children…you open the box and a chime would begin and a plastic ballet doll would dance, usually around a platter of some kind. They were used to help calm children and put them to sleep. Ah…where are you?”
“I am parked about 40 yards away from the shop. And I have not seen anything suspicious…no activity and has been so since midnight or so.”
“Yes…good…good. And you say it is not threatening.”
“No…but if it does become so, what should I do?”
“Ah…well…help as best you can.” The professor then paused for a moment. No…what if, he checked the date…Jennifer would have no pills for her “condition” “No…don’t do that, just be there should the need require it. Look, what I will do is call a friend of mine and ask her to purchase this box and also find out who was the former owner, as a matter of historical inquiry. So for the moment…just keep an eye out and continue to sense this magic. If anything changes call me.”
“Ok Professor.”
Professor McDowell terminated the call. Yes…Jennifer would have taken the last of her Ambien CR pills the night before and on this night…would have none to take. It has been 3 years…and the world has moved on. She could only deny what she truly is for so long…I am amazed she had lasted this long...oh she has that fighting spirit necessary. He sighed, thinking just how spirited she might become and rising went over to the varnished cedar oak paneling of his lounge. Pressing one panel, it slid away revealing an opening and reaching in removed a wooden case. Taking it to the table he smoked his pipe opening the case and removing the red silk carefully. Within the case were two long knives, made of the finest steel…Witchblades, last used by a Slayer, Charlotte Caulfield in the early 18th century. The workmanship was amazing, taking nearly 15 years to be made by the renowned Hermetic Mage, Henry Cornelius Agrippa, who lived from 1486-1535. Largely unknown today, his considered satirical work of 1529, “De nobilitate et praecellentia foeminie sexus" - (On the nobility and superiority of the female sex) discerned the sacred feminine, the treatise touching on alchemy, cabala, hermticism and neo-platonism, a revolutionary work that advocated female equality…a sin for the period it was written in, which is why it was considered satirical. What no one knew was that Agrippa was a Watcher and through knowledge of his Slayer, one Anna Coecini, became fascinated by why the Slayers were female and ONLY female. The concept of the Witchblades came to him in a dream and the result was a fusion of the finest steel of the time and alchemical processes…the reason for the length of time for the long knives to be fashioned. The term “Witchblade” came about when Charlotte, the 3rd and last of the slayers to use them, was accused of being a witch and possessed by demons. The accusations coming from those she was indeed hunting at the time…demons, in human guise and among the leading elders of Boston. From records, it seemed Charlotte was indeed successful in destroying the demons…but met the fate witches of the day did. And the Witchblades were lost to time…until found 18 years ago. Cabalistic and Hermetic runes graced each of the blades, 18” in length, at the top of each blade, the Rain guard or Chappe was designed as a half moon, with two cross-guards, grip and pommel shaped in a rose. Accentuating the feminine. “You may be needed very soon.” The professor said, more to himself…more to the blades. He placed the silk over it and closed the case placing it back into the alcove, the panel sliding back into place.
He rubbed his eyes. Today was the day that the Priory would receive Amanda Jansen. He thought about Rhys and Jenna. No bodies…and blood. With the inclement weather, a police car was at the accident site, but there would be no official search until the morning. Though he wanted to help, he could not be seen with associating with them…questions would be asked. No I have to get Amanda to the Priory and be prepared to pay what they decide to exact from me.
“Professor, Gabriel here…sorry to wake you, but I have detected active magic within the shop where Jennifer and her parents are staying. It is still active and is not malicious or threatening…so far.”
Gabriel unique gifts was showing again….I knew he was sensitive to magic, capable of detecting and discerning its nature. “Where is it originating from?”
“An object in the shop I believe…I can sense music…chime music, voices whispering…I do not know the language and something dancing, turning round and round.”
Chime music…dancing…what could that be...antique shop…something old…dancer, ballet…a music box. I had not seen one of those for years. They had gone out of fashion decades ago. “Well done Gabriel…I think it may be a music box.”
“Sorry…what is that?” Gabriel asked
“Well they were made for young children…you open the box and a chime would begin and a plastic ballet doll would dance, usually around a platter of some kind. They were used to help calm children and put them to sleep. Ah…where are you?”
“I am parked about 40 yards away from the shop. And I have not seen anything suspicious…no activity and has been so since midnight or so.”
“Yes…good…good. And you say it is not threatening.”
“No…but if it does become so, what should I do?”
“Ah…well…help as best you can.” The professor then paused for a moment. No…what if, he checked the date…Jennifer would have no pills for her “condition” “No…don’t do that, just be there should the need require it. Look, what I will do is call a friend of mine and ask her to purchase this box and also find out who was the former owner, as a matter of historical inquiry. So for the moment…just keep an eye out and continue to sense this magic. If anything changes call me.”
“Ok Professor.”
Professor McDowell terminated the call. Yes…Jennifer would have taken the last of her Ambien CR pills the night before and on this night…would have none to take. It has been 3 years…and the world has moved on. She could only deny what she truly is for so long…I am amazed she had lasted this long...oh she has that fighting spirit necessary. He sighed, thinking just how spirited she might become and rising went over to the varnished cedar oak paneling of his lounge. Pressing one panel, it slid away revealing an opening and reaching in removed a wooden case. Taking it to the table he smoked his pipe opening the case and removing the red silk carefully. Within the case were two long knives, made of the finest steel…Witchblades, last used by a Slayer, Charlotte Caulfield in the early 18th century. The workmanship was amazing, taking nearly 15 years to be made by the renowned Hermetic Mage, Henry Cornelius Agrippa, who lived from 1486-1535. Largely unknown today, his considered satirical work of 1529, “De nobilitate et praecellentia foeminie sexus" - (On the nobility and superiority of the female sex) discerned the sacred feminine, the treatise touching on alchemy, cabala, hermticism and neo-platonism, a revolutionary work that advocated female equality…a sin for the period it was written in, which is why it was considered satirical. What no one knew was that Agrippa was a Watcher and through knowledge of his Slayer, one Anna Coecini, became fascinated by why the Slayers were female and ONLY female. The concept of the Witchblades came to him in a dream and the result was a fusion of the finest steel of the time and alchemical processes…the reason for the length of time for the long knives to be fashioned. The term “Witchblade” came about when Charlotte, the 3rd and last of the slayers to use them, was accused of being a witch and possessed by demons. The accusations coming from those she was indeed hunting at the time…demons, in human guise and among the leading elders of Boston. From records, it seemed Charlotte was indeed successful in destroying the demons…but met the fate witches of the day did. And the Witchblades were lost to time…until found 18 years ago. Cabalistic and Hermetic runes graced each of the blades, 18” in length, at the top of each blade, the Rain guard or Chappe was designed as a half moon, with two cross-guards, grip and pommel shaped in a rose. Accentuating the feminine. “You may be needed very soon.” The professor said, more to himself…more to the blades. He placed the silk over it and closed the case placing it back into the alcove, the panel sliding back into place.
He rubbed his eyes. Today was the day that the Priory would receive Amanda Jansen. He thought about Rhys and Jenna. No bodies…and blood. With the inclement weather, a police car was at the accident site, but there would be no official search until the morning. Though he wanted to help, he could not be seen with associating with them…questions would be asked. No I have to get Amanda to the Priory and be prepared to pay what they decide to exact from me.
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Re: Episode 1.01 Memory Lane
Admin on Sun Oct 25, 2009 7:08 pm
She was there amidst the swirling acrid smoke and the wafting heat of the intense flames. Was this another hallucination? Jennifer was no longer certain of what was real or imaginary when she slept and awakened. Her frequent medication had seen to that. But she knew that some element of this experience was real because it felt real and it was recurring. Too vivid to simply be dreaming she had told herself. The screaming and agony is too loud.
As the smoke parted she witnessed the hooded chanting figures surrounding the burning post, the wood stacked beneath it, piled high and blazing fiercely. Who is she? Jennifer could see the tormented girl, barely 18, writhing and twisting with her skin blistering unable to free herself from the pole. What has she done and why do these people do this to her?
From her vantage point behind the rocks near the mouth of the cave, Jennifer watched in horror and fascination as the scene unfolded. "We triumph again, for the Master ... the lead figure announced as the chanting lowered in tone. ... For he has spoken and for him we have delivered unto him another Slayer ...
Jennifer continued watching as the figure turned its head and looked at her, a darkness within the hood that remained concealed until it revealed a wicked long toothed smile ... as we will do again when we are summoned ...
The smoke swirled again, obscuring the ritual burning and then Jennifer snapped out of her dream.
As the smoke parted she witnessed the hooded chanting figures surrounding the burning post, the wood stacked beneath it, piled high and blazing fiercely. Who is she? Jennifer could see the tormented girl, barely 18, writhing and twisting with her skin blistering unable to free herself from the pole. What has she done and why do these people do this to her?
From her vantage point behind the rocks near the mouth of the cave, Jennifer watched in horror and fascination as the scene unfolded. "We triumph again, for the Master ... the lead figure announced as the chanting lowered in tone. ... For he has spoken and for him we have delivered unto him another Slayer ...
Jennifer continued watching as the figure turned its head and looked at her, a darkness within the hood that remained concealed until it revealed a wicked long toothed smile ... as we will do again when we are summoned ...
The smoke swirled again, obscuring the ritual burning and then Jennifer snapped out of her dream.
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