On Tue, 14 May 1996, Damon Jason Casale wrote:

Orig> An old codger wanders across the street.  Keen eyes peer out from under
Orig> a brown, floppy hat.  Unnoticed, the bumbling, hunched-over man smiles
Orig> craftily to himself.  "If I didn't know better, I'd say she was slipping."

Nearby, some guy with near shoulder length hair, clothed with a solid
color t-shirt and jeans walks around, then, bumping into one of those
government sidewalk trees, stops to yell at it for running into him.
Nearby, a young girl with bouncey green hair talks to one of the street
vendors, who is trying to sell her a "real american 96k" pendant for a
"mere" two hundred dollars.  Hearing the old codger's words, they hastily
look around to see if anyone is carrying a cattle prod, but seeing that
things are clear and fanfic's do slip by, they continue with their yelling
at trees and shopping for bargains respectively.

Orig> Damon walked away, gesturing with a cane in mock anger at the supposedly
Orig> awful weather.

The green haired girl runs over to the teen, who is obviously either
delusional, blind, or on drugs.  She shows him the pretty pendant she
bought for only $150, having bargained it down.  "Wing... do you think it
looks nice? ^_^;;" The youth looks at the bauble, then the happy look on
her face and smiles, "It's lovely,Nagisa. Actually...", whispers to her,
"anything you wear is beautiful". Smiling and making an mental note to
have the street vendor written out in a bloody way, walks on, being led by
Nagisa.

Orig> (yunoo, I was thinking of pulling a "disguise" stunt like this at AX96,
Orig> but now I've gone and given it away...  ;)

Wing: You are being watched, Damon.
Nagisa: Yeah... We'll be stopping any old people we see along the way.
hehe...

Wing: Hmm... Maybe not... he _does_ have a strong protectorate...

Nagisa: True... oh well... we'll leave it up.... to fate.

With that comment, both of their markings glow gently, the split V showing
plainly on their foreheads.  Nearby people gasp, some religious of heart
make signs of warding while others mutter prayers.

Wing. [Sleep.... projects.... *wahh* I wanna sleep....]

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