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Had a friend over earlier today, from my 'normal' gaming group. I use the '' because we haven't actually met in several months, due to lots of things...not least of which has been my own lack of car. However, since our usual GM is going to be out for a couple of months, rehearsing a play, we're thinking about running a mini-campaign. If no one else has anything that they would like to run, I'm going to lobby for In Nomine. Yay!
And now, sitting up doing nothing in particular, I got hit by a Movie Trailer. Right upside the head. Owwwww. Anyway, for those interested...
Narrator: Patrick Ellison was gifted…
[SCENE]
A tall, dark-haired teenage boy runs in a track competition, leaving his opponents in the dust, while the crowd cheers wildly. As he flashes past a fixed camera position, the camera focuses on a woman in a black trenchcoat over a suit sitting in the bleachers. She watches with a grim expression.
[/SCENE]
Narrator: He just didn’t know how very gifted he was…
[SCENE]
Trenchcoat Woman outside a pleasant, suburban house. She knocks on the door.
Male Voice: “Hello?”
Trenchcoat Woman: “Amatriel, it is I. Dominique. It’s time to stop running.”
A man, with an obvious resemblance to Patrick, opens the door. A woman is standing behind him, looking stubborn. Amatriel, obviously frightened, “Archangel.”
Dominique: “You have a son.”
[/SCENE]
Narrator: But he’s about to find out.
[SCENE]
Patrick running at practice. He looks very surprised as brilliant, white wings sprout from his shoulders, shredding his shirt in the process.
[/SCENE]
[SCENE]
Patrick, bursting into his living room, where Amatriel, Patrick’s Mom, and Dominique are standing: “Mom! Dad! You won’t believe what just happened!”
Dominique, calmly, “That is an untruth, young man.”
Patrick skids to a halt: “Who’s she?”
Amatriel: “Your grandmother. Dominique, the Archangel of Judgment. Lady Dominique, my son, Patrick.”
Dominque, the faintest of smiles on her face, bows.
Patrick: “Huh?”
[/SCENE]
Narrator: Now, for the sins of the father…
Parents, Dominique, and Patrick are sitting around the kitchen table.
Patrick: “So…I’m half-angel? Well, that’s good, right? Freaky, but good.”
Amatriel looks away.
Dominique: “It is not natural. It goes against the Law of Heaven, and no Archangel would allow such a union to take place, young man. For you to be conceived,” her voice turns hard, “your parents had to go…elsewhere.”
Patrick: “Where?”
[/SCENE]
[SCENE]
A tall man with burning eyes sits at a desk in an upper-class office, a variety of rough types gathered around. With one finger, he idly caresses a chess piece. A black knight with ruby eyes.
Asmodeus: “It is time.”
[/SCENE]
Narrator: …there’s Hell to pay.
[SCENE]
Dominique and a Triad taking Amatriel away in chains, as Patrick and his mother are shuffled into a car.
[/SCENE]
[SCENE]
The car from the previous scene being chased through the streets by Djinn on motorcycles, with plenty of gunfire being exchanged.
[/SCENE]
[SCENE]
Patrick, battered and bleeding, being yanked into an alleyway by an obvious Cherub in a suit.
Cherub: “You’re safe, for the moment.”
Patrick, breathless: “Who are you?!”
Cherub, grimly: “I’m your guardian Angel. Now, let’s go.”
[/SCENE]
[SCENE]
Patrick holding the receiver for a pay phone in his hand. On the other end, a woman can be heard crying and screaming.
Patrick: “MOM!”
The line goes dead.
[/SCENE]
[SCENE]
Patrick getting thrown through a wall by a heavily tattooed man.
Habbalite: “Abomination in the sight of the Lord! I will strike you d—“
The Habbalite is interrupted by the Cherub, himself bleeding from a gash on the forehead, smashing a desk on the demon’s head. The Cherub helps Patrick to his feet, the boy’s wounds healing through SFX as the Cherub croons.
Patrick, woozily: “Was that an Angel, too?”
Cherub: “/That/ was a lunatic. C’mon, kid, let’s get out of here.”
[/SCENE]
[SCENE]
Patrick standing in a wet alleyway, Dominique at one end, Asmodeus at the other.
Asmodeus: “The debt must be paid.”
Dominique: “The boy belongs to us.”
Asmodeus: “I have a signed contract that says otherwise, Judgment.”
Patrick: “Hey, uh, guys…don’t I get to say something, here?”
Dominique and Asmodeus: “No.”
[/SCENE]
[SCENE]
Patrick hovering in the air, arms outflung, an entire orchestra of music pouring from his opened mouth, as the assembled Angels and Demons (various NC evident) alike clap their hand to their ears in pain. A light begins to gather at his chest and spreads outward, whiting out the screen as the music swells to a crescendo.
[/SCENE]
[Fade to title screen]
Now, I should probably try to go to bed.
And now, sitting up doing nothing in particular, I got hit by a Movie Trailer. Right upside the head. Owwwww. Anyway, for those interested...
Narrator: Patrick Ellison was gifted…
[SCENE]
A tall, dark-haired teenage boy runs in a track competition, leaving his opponents in the dust, while the crowd cheers wildly. As he flashes past a fixed camera position, the camera focuses on a woman in a black trenchcoat over a suit sitting in the bleachers. She watches with a grim expression.
[/SCENE]
Narrator: He just didn’t know how very gifted he was…
[SCENE]
Trenchcoat Woman outside a pleasant, suburban house. She knocks on the door.
Male Voice: “Hello?”
Trenchcoat Woman: “Amatriel, it is I. Dominique. It’s time to stop running.”
A man, with an obvious resemblance to Patrick, opens the door. A woman is standing behind him, looking stubborn. Amatriel, obviously frightened, “Archangel.”
Dominique: “You have a son.”
[/SCENE]
Narrator: But he’s about to find out.
[SCENE]
Patrick running at practice. He looks very surprised as brilliant, white wings sprout from his shoulders, shredding his shirt in the process.
[/SCENE]
[SCENE]
Patrick, bursting into his living room, where Amatriel, Patrick’s Mom, and Dominique are standing: “Mom! Dad! You won’t believe what just happened!”
Dominique, calmly, “That is an untruth, young man.”
Patrick skids to a halt: “Who’s she?”
Amatriel: “Your grandmother. Dominique, the Archangel of Judgment. Lady Dominique, my son, Patrick.”
Dominque, the faintest of smiles on her face, bows.
Patrick: “Huh?”
[/SCENE]
Narrator: Now, for the sins of the father…
Parents, Dominique, and Patrick are sitting around the kitchen table.
Patrick: “So…I’m half-angel? Well, that’s good, right? Freaky, but good.”
Amatriel looks away.
Dominique: “It is not natural. It goes against the Law of Heaven, and no Archangel would allow such a union to take place, young man. For you to be conceived,” her voice turns hard, “your parents had to go…elsewhere.”
Patrick: “Where?”
[/SCENE]
[SCENE]
A tall man with burning eyes sits at a desk in an upper-class office, a variety of rough types gathered around. With one finger, he idly caresses a chess piece. A black knight with ruby eyes.
Asmodeus: “It is time.”
[/SCENE]
Narrator: …there’s Hell to pay.
[SCENE]
Dominique and a Triad taking Amatriel away in chains, as Patrick and his mother are shuffled into a car.
[/SCENE]
[SCENE]
The car from the previous scene being chased through the streets by Djinn on motorcycles, with plenty of gunfire being exchanged.
[/SCENE]
[SCENE]
Patrick, battered and bleeding, being yanked into an alleyway by an obvious Cherub in a suit.
Cherub: “You’re safe, for the moment.”
Patrick, breathless: “Who are you?!”
Cherub, grimly: “I’m your guardian Angel. Now, let’s go.”
[/SCENE]
[SCENE]
Patrick holding the receiver for a pay phone in his hand. On the other end, a woman can be heard crying and screaming.
Patrick: “MOM!”
The line goes dead.
[/SCENE]
[SCENE]
Patrick getting thrown through a wall by a heavily tattooed man.
Habbalite: “Abomination in the sight of the Lord! I will strike you d—“
The Habbalite is interrupted by the Cherub, himself bleeding from a gash on the forehead, smashing a desk on the demon’s head. The Cherub helps Patrick to his feet, the boy’s wounds healing through SFX as the Cherub croons.
Patrick, woozily: “Was that an Angel, too?”
Cherub: “/That/ was a lunatic. C’mon, kid, let’s get out of here.”
[/SCENE]
[SCENE]
Patrick standing in a wet alleyway, Dominique at one end, Asmodeus at the other.
Asmodeus: “The debt must be paid.”
Dominique: “The boy belongs to us.”
Asmodeus: “I have a signed contract that says otherwise, Judgment.”
Patrick: “Hey, uh, guys…don’t I get to say something, here?”
Dominique and Asmodeus: “No.”
[/SCENE]
[SCENE]
Patrick hovering in the air, arms outflung, an entire orchestra of music pouring from his opened mouth, as the assembled Angels and Demons (various NC evident) alike clap their hand to their ears in pain. A light begins to gather at his chest and spreads outward, whiting out the screen as the music swells to a crescendo.
[/SCENE]
[Fade to title screen]
Now, I should probably try to go to bed.
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I ded.
I still ded.
Ghost sez that there is bleeping amazing!
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*hugs* Thank you. But don't die! We need you alive, to cause havoc among the masses. :)
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Nice. [grins]
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