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Business Man
5 September 2007 21:15It was a tall man with a sharp black suit that locked the door of the Wall Street corner office at the close of business on Monday evening. He carried an umbrella and a briefcase.
He walked down the empty corridor to the executive elevator.
It was a tall man with a sharp black suit that pressed three different buttons at the same time in the elevator and uttered six words in Latin. The elevator shuddered. The fluorescent lights above him turned green and crackled with spectral energy. The elevator slid sideways intangibly through the walls.
The tall man straightened his black tie as he passed through layers of glass, steel and insulation.
With a precise movement, he put the umbrella between his legs.
The elevator slid out of the side of the building. The tall man held his breath. The elevator fluttered into ribbons of ectoplasm around him that shimmered into dust on the evening air currents. He did not fall.
He leaned forward like a jockey, briefcase in one hand, and rode the umbrella in the direction of the full moon like a witch rides a broom. His sharp suit slid off of him like a chrysalis, turning transparent and floating down to the streets below. The remains of his mortal disguise would be mistaken for plastic bags if they were noticed before they evaporated in the rays of the morning son.
His briefcase fluttered. Feathers relaxed along its edges and it spread its wings to become a vulture.
His hair grew and fluttered behind him in the jetstream, longer than he was tall. It was the source of his power.
He was a hermaphrodite user of the Sampson power, a mortal raised by witches and stationed in Wall Street because even magic had uses for money.
With his vulture familiar keeping pace, he was naked except for his long black hair. The pale figure rode his umbrella from the financial center of mortal man to the hazy edges of the Faerie.
He was one of the few that could Bridge without being guilty of trespassing. He was known as The Business Man.
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He walked down the empty corridor to the executive elevator.
It was a tall man with a sharp black suit that pressed three different buttons at the same time in the elevator and uttered six words in Latin. The elevator shuddered. The fluorescent lights above him turned green and crackled with spectral energy. The elevator slid sideways intangibly through the walls.
The tall man straightened his black tie as he passed through layers of glass, steel and insulation.
With a precise movement, he put the umbrella between his legs.
The elevator slid out of the side of the building. The tall man held his breath. The elevator fluttered into ribbons of ectoplasm around him that shimmered into dust on the evening air currents. He did not fall.
He leaned forward like a jockey, briefcase in one hand, and rode the umbrella in the direction of the full moon like a witch rides a broom. His sharp suit slid off of him like a chrysalis, turning transparent and floating down to the streets below. The remains of his mortal disguise would be mistaken for plastic bags if they were noticed before they evaporated in the rays of the morning son.
His briefcase fluttered. Feathers relaxed along its edges and it spread its wings to become a vulture.
His hair grew and fluttered behind him in the jetstream, longer than he was tall. It was the source of his power.
He was a hermaphrodite user of the Sampson power, a mortal raised by witches and stationed in Wall Street because even magic had uses for money.
With his vulture familiar keeping pace, he was naked except for his long black hair. The pale figure rode his umbrella from the financial center of mortal man to the hazy edges of the Faerie.
He was one of the few that could Bridge without being guilty of trespassing. He was known as The Business Man.
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