schools in session (open)

[cho2]

Tore nodded curtly. "I'll get a little used car." He could drive. He had learned how to drive in a car. He was just too much like his father to like cars (or vehicles rather). "And don't worry. I don't plan on getting anyone pissing anyone off anytime soon. I believe we've already had the discussion that I do want to live. I'm not going to intentionally piss someone off. Now unintentional...that can't be helped." Tore said with a shrug.

He didn't want that man as an emeny though. He had no doubt that the man could kill him easy were or not. He wasn't about to tempt fate or his good luck. Instead, he turned away and started back towards his apartment. He suddenly didn't want to be outside anymore. He needed to get back to his apartment where he could be safe and secure. Or at least as safe as he could get.

[thorn]

He let Tore go without comment, watching out, unobtrusively, for the boy's safety as long as he was in sight.

And then he glanced at his watch again, realizing he was due at his little meeting with his well-moneyed mark. He had work to do if he was going to be able to fund Tore's safety. First the money, then the connections to bring it about.

The mark was waiting when he got there, and Thorn immediately went in to his persona; the representative of the eccentric inventor who had discovered a substitute for gasoline, an obscure little chemical compound that had been isolated and, when added to plain water, would run a car on pennies a day. Of course, it needed money to manufacture in sufficient quantity, of course it was top secret, the oil companies not happy to lose their monopoly, of course Thorn, or rather Mr. Caldwell, would be happy to demonstrate. How industrious of the mark to pick up on the small ad intended for the select group of investors who had been chosen to fund the work and, yes, he thought that maybe there was room for just one more investor and of course he could invest more than the minimum amount mentioned in the ad.

A short walk to where Thorn's carefully prepared truck was parked, conveniently near the water faucet, a quick fill up of the gas tank (the real one, that, of course had no connection now with the engine) with plain ol' H2O, a careful tipping of the small vial of amber liquid (green had looked funny, blue was gauche) and then, the firing of the engine and the smooth idling of the powerful motor. A million and a half? Of course. On second thought, three million... Well, that would possibly force out one of the smaller investors. but... the good Mr. Caldwell was a good judge of people and, well, sure. Welcome to the future, Mr. Hamilton.

A small wait for the phone calls to the banks and the transfer of money was confirmed. A quick handshake and a promise to stay in touch (yeah, right), and Logan Thorn walked away a wealthy man.

All in an afternoon's work.

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sabin wanted just one thing from this place a feew classes on magical theory, to go alone with his science and medical degrees. sabin knew that the virus was both magical and chemical. with a bit of time he knew he could crack the scientific aspect, but the magic that kept the virus active no matter what he did to it was beyond him. maybe the class would have some interesting kids in it. maybe not.

sabin was not big into making friends. but if someone came along to keep things interesting it would not be totally unwelcome.

sabin walked the halls to make sure that he would know where the class was. it didn't take to long, but then again. how long is too long i school

[sh]

Amadeo watched te man stalk the halls of the campus. He was wary and watchful. Amadeo pulled his shields about him at the touch of his otherness. He knew better than to get involved. This man howvwer whilebearing no overt hostilities could verywell be athreat to the campus. Better safe the sorry.

Amadeo cleared his throat "Excuse me can I help you find something."

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sabin heard a voice the parted the clouds of his reverie. the gentleman did not have the look of security so against sabin's better judgment he took the person in front of him as faculty.

a teacher hmm.... sabin thought to himself.

"actually perhaps you can, i'm looking for magical theory 101. i've been wondering this hall for a few minutes and can't find it. i thought perhaps it was magically hidden."

sabin said with a grin. maybe if sabin came of as non threatening as possible perhaps. this person in front of him would relax. a bit at least that was the hope.

[sh]

Amadeo smiled in response to the mans joke.
"No its not magically hidden. Its been canceled the other faculty found the class an unnecessary risk to the students as The person teaching the class had a criminal record."
Shrugging his shoulders "Maybe they will reinstate the class once a suitable replacement is found. Until then maybe I can help you is there a particular question you had ?"

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"i was looking for metaphysical knowledge. i figured that taking a class on magic would help me understand the mysteries of the unknown."

sabin took a slight breath. he figured that the teacher would be a null, so the surprise registered on his face. for the briefest of seconds sabin's eyes glisten. when he tasted the magic on the air.

"that all depends on what you are offering."