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I'd be interested in a reboot. I miss this and still reminisce about the good times.
Guys I see cobwebs in the corner.
I’m interested, but if we come up with a vault we should also come up with what the experiment was for that vault. After all most vaults had a specific experiment (I.E. Vault 111- Cryostasis) or is that what was meant by Vault quirk?
James had dropped his stuff at home and gotten everything he would need minus the incense for the ritual. He also had food for the next few weeks which made things easier. Now he needed to figure out what he was going to do for the costume party later. He could easily do a World War Two soldier as he did have his old uniform intact. Or he could do a Viking warrior. He had the helm and some leather armour from a costume he did for a Renaissance Faire he and a couple of friends went to a few years back. He would have to do his offering before he went to the party though.

As daylight dwindled, he gathered the meats, fruits and the mead and made to the altar. With the high fence he could be in his dragon form at ground level without being seen. Plus the altar he built was semi-enclosed, further obscuring his draconic form from view. He began the ritual as he placed the meat and fruits on top of some kindling in an iron bowl on the altar and the mead onto the ground in front of it. As he prayed he kneeled and emptied a portion of the mead into the dirt. Finishing his prayer he inhaled, and a soft glow formed in the back of his mouth. As he exhaled, that soft glow turned into a roaring fire that was aimed into the iron bowl. He breathed fire onto the offering three times to ensureit would continue to burn as he finished the ritual. As he gave his thanks, he placed his left hand on a sharp edge he built into the altar and made a one inch wide cut in it. His blue blood flowed from the would and he lifted it over the offering bowl with its smouldering contents and let his blood drip into it. He bowed his head to finish the ritual and stood up shifting back to his human form. From start to finish the ritual lasted about half an hour.

Careful not to touch anything with his blood-soaked hand, he opened the door and made his way to the medicine cabinet and grabbed some gauze as well as a wrap to conceal the colour of his blood. He got dressed up in studded leather armour and his Viking helmet with some leather breeches, and almost walked out the door before remembering his bracers and heading back into his workshop to grab them and tie them to his forearm. He’d leave his forge hammer at home, nor would he bring the round shield he made; that would just be excessive. As he walked down the street he held the helmet in his hand by the eyeholes.
Sorry it tools so long. I couldn’t exactly get it how I wanted until just now. So much I wanted to add but there is a better time to place the extra.
I’m pretty sure everyone was waiting on someone else to make the first post after the time skip.
As James got to Coffee Central, he was greeted by the wonderful scent of the elixir of the gods. Not the actual gods, but this wondrous liquid was what powered mundanes and even him on rough days. He managed to abstain from the addictive beverage while on vacation, but now that he was home… well the craving seemed to be back. Fortunately the line was short and he didn’t have to wait long to place his order.

“One Coffee, splash of cream, no sugar please.” He asked, setting a ten on the counter. “Sorry smallest bill I have.”

“That’s no problem. That’ll be right out. Here’s your change. Can I get a name?” The cashier asked.

“James. Thank you,” he replies. He stepped away from the counter and walked over towards the side and noticed the newspaper Bartholomew had. Then he overheard someone asking if Tholo was a mechanic. James smirked knowing that Tholo was a great mechanic, having fixed his truck more than a few times. James knew he didn’t need to interfere, nor did he feel particularly inclined to, but he still moved closer as he noticed a particular headline. There was another murder while he was away.

“Another one?” He scowled, backing away. This was bad. If hunters weren’t already looking into the situation in the area, they probably would be soon. He would definitely want to be prepared. Things were dangerous and if the murders weren’t solved soon, it was only going to get worse. Much worse. Memories from his first cycle flashes before his eyes, memories of war. He was only pulled out of it when he heard his name being called prompting him to step up to get his coffee. He sat down at a table near Bartholomew and began sipping at his coffee and taking deep breaths to try to slow his heart rate. ‘It won’t come to war, it won’t come to war’ He thought to himself, trying to calm down. He didn’t want to see another war first hand, having lost too many friends in World War Two. Granted most of those who died were lost either in Normandy when they stormed the beaches or after he was injured and sent home.

He sipped his coffee again and leaned back. He needed to think and he needed to prepare to make the offering… ‘The offering!’ He remembered, somewhat startling himself awake. He needed meats and fruits as well as a certain incense the name of which he was blanking on, but he would recognise the scent. He also wanted mead, but the only place to get good mead was nearly an hour away, and not open yet. He would have to go shopping, but it would have to wait until he dropped his stuff off at his house. He stood and walked toward the door, pausing for a second near Tholo to give a quick hello. He would make his way to his truck soon but he crisp fresh air was nice and he didn’t want to head home just yet, especially with the coffee working it’s way into his blood. He would just keep walking, maybe go to the park nearby for a bit and think.

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The drive back from the airport was relaxing. James had just spent the past two weeks in France paying his respects to fallen soldiers, people he had considered brothers, and culminating in a visit to the beaches of Normandy. Simply closing his eyes there transported him back seventy four years to that fateful day, D-Day. But that was another life, his previous one, his first one to be truthful. He was born as Alexander Marcus Reese and that was the name he used then during World War Two. The memories of that life left scars that he will carry the rest of his time on this Earth, not physically but they would be there. That was a benefit and a curse to being a dragon in this world. At the end of one cycle they would burst into flame, shedding the injuries of their past life and being reborn in a sense from the ashes, whole and unmarked. That was how he got his left leg back.

Shaking his head he banished those thoughts and thought instead about the new memories he was making. All the good he was doing in the community. He would return home and check in with the guys at the firehouse and see if there was any more murders had happened while he was away. It was scary and it brought the soldier mentality to the forefront of his mind. Eight murders in the past two months and this was just one town over in Roxbury. He would have to forge a knife when he got home. It wouldn’t be much but it would be something to protect himself with and something to help get his mind off the madness going on around him.

His Black 2007 Ford F-150 finally crossed the border to his hometown. It was good to be home again. The sights of Erehwon in the autumn as it prepared itself for the annual fall festival were something to behold. He pulled into the parking lot next to the fire department, just off of main and carefully pulled into the spot next to the Boss’ car. Putting the car in park he began to quietly make his way to the side entrance and scanned his key fob to let him in.

“Welcome back James!” Hollered a man’s voice from his left, just behind a closed door. This started off a chain reaction of all his coworkers coming in and clapping him on the back and welcoming him.

“How’d you know it was me Carl?”

“Your truck has a distinctive sound to it. Sounds like a piece of …”

“Woah woah woah. Don’t go dissing my truck. I take care of it and it still gets me from place to place so it’s good in my book.” He cut Carl off as most of the guys went back to what they were doing before hand.

“Just calling it like I see it man. It’s good to have you back. You enjoy your trip?” Carl asks as he walks out of the bathroom with a paper towel still in his hands. Carl Renard was a tall man, dark skinned and strong and was someone who enjoyed his job. Though a mundane, he is aware of the otherworldly nature that comprises a number of the town's citizens.

“Yeah. It was nice. First time I’ve been over there in a long time. Visited the Beaches, went to Paris. Relaxed.” He right ear twitched as he stated that last part.

“Yeah right, I somewhat doubt you would know what relaxation was if it went and smacked you in your face.” Carl shot back as embraced his friend.

“Yeah, I missed you too. Anyway I’m just stopping in to let you know I’m back and will be back on the clock tomorrow. I’m going to stop at the house and drop my stuff off, then head into town.” He said as he embraced his friend back quickly before backing off. He had jet lag real bad, but he would force himself to stay up so he could get a proper night’s sleep.

“Alright I’ll see you then. You be careful out there.” Carl told James.

“See you tomorrow, Boss.” James waved as he made his way back to the door. He had to stifle a yawn as he stepped outside. He looked out to the street and went to his truck. He needed coffee before he went anywhere else. Coffee Central was only few blocks away, he didn’t really need to drive there. He checked to see if he locked the door and began walking when he was confident that the truck was secure.




Wow I forgot how phone size font translated to computer. Anyway here is a character for review @Emma
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