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[Hieronymous Banks-Walker]

Hiero walked out of the storage area. His laugh having run its course. He headed into the kitchen grabbing a cup of yogurt from the refrigerator. Pausing he turned back to the box. He'd looked all over for the phone he'd bought as a replacement. He'd checked his clothes multiple times. He'd feared that he'd lost it as well. It would be rather embarassing explaining that in less than two weeks time that he'd lost and or broken two phones. the tought had him seriously considering a pager.

Yet here next to the bottled water set his phone quietly vibrating that it not only worked but held a message.

Not bothering to check the message he dialed Sabin's number awaiting his response...

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mentally drifting off, sabin wandered the streets. he carefully stayed away from the tigers area, the last thing he wanted was to be harassed by those who were in the death thores of the losing end of a power struggle. he wandered to michigan and looked from thai. he sat at the resturant and ordered when his drink came his blackberry vibrated weakly. "hello"

[Hieronymous Banks-Walker]

"Sabin you called is everything okay..." Hiero's mind raced at the innumerable things that could have gone wrong or merely happened. he held his breath bracing for some heinous report. They still hadn't dealt with the tigers and Sabin hadn't been in contact. while that could have been just normal life interfering Hiero truly feared the worse.

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yea hiero everything is good just checking in. sabin didn t want to go into details about what had happened for the last few days. because it would only complicate matters within thier little cabal. to sabin these new people seemed very "golden and bright ans shiny" the strong moral compass pointed true north as always. he did not want to be the dark child amongst these paladins. "so can we meet up? just wanted to open the lines of communication"

[Hieronymous Banks-Walker]

"Sure...," Hiero ran a hand through his hair. Sabin sounded okay but he obviously didn't awant to talk over the phone. He also didn't want to meet at Hiero or his own home. " Uh how about... uh oh wait I've got it. Do you shoot stick? There is a great place to play I've heard of its always crowded so yeah let's meet there." Hiero briskly walked through the house and bounded the stairs to his room where his laptop was. He knew where the G-Cue was but he wanted to give Sabin the address and directions. "As far as the lines of communication my ear is always there for a tug if you need it. Ah hear we go ..." Hiero rattled off the address for G-Cue and its main intersection he wasn't sure if Sabin needed more but he took note of several direction routes to get there. " So yeah Sabin I'll see you there lets say forty minutes I'll by the first round..."

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great heiro see you there!
sabin pressed the metalic button on the bluetooth. he may've have driven even though the area that heiro spoke of seemed a bit "skechy" or as the nice northsiders like to call dangerous. but deciding that to go home to get in a car was pointless. sabin hailed a cab, in record time thirty minutes. the cabbie was and older male from the some place other than the U.S. he breifly wondered what was his native tongue was. possibly patwar or creole. or some sub between. to ask would be to invite a conversation so better to play the dumb american. but then again that would be the best way to walk into a trap.
"so where are you from."
"kingston"
just the tone from the driver's voice made sabin ill at ease. that and the fact that he hadn't said anything. he was protected from the jamaicans, at least as long as his friend remained in power.
"i see, well i need to go to G-Cue"
the driver put the car in gear and began on the outer drive. sabin opened his mouth and too a deep breath. magic. crap better to play this close to the vest. either he is enchanted or a wielder
either way this is going to take longer than expected. sabin focused on the seat in front of him where the magic tainted's heart would be. no manner of spell would shift his perception on that small muscle. his fingers slid down to shalpha as he waited.

[Hieronymous Banks-Walker]

continued in "Been Awhile" @1234 S. Indiana