The Infinity Chantry

This proud Victorian-style manor stands in the city's residential area. No one knows it's exact location as the manor seems to find those it deems worthy of entry rather than the other way around. Past the wrought metal gates a stone path threads its way up to the wooden porch and the house's main door. A sign reads "Infinity Club: Members Only". On the gate itself, a "Wet Paint" sign "coincidentally" turns aside those with only casual interest in the structure. Stepping inside brings one into the mansion's entry hall, which has been converted into a small club. A scattering of tables, chairs and couches offer places to relax and talk, while a well-stocked bar, a jukebox and a dartboard offer other distractions. Beyond them all a number of warded doorways and staircases lead deeper into the manor proper. (Tradition Magi and Allies only)

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: So someone named their Mage after an anime character?

[OOC Chimera Lurker]: That is one way to look at it, though there is no direct character (yet) in Anime with that name (hit up several search engines to confirm).

: It's from Weiss Kreuz

[OOC Lurker]: Ah, also known as the "Knight Hunters". Kisho's player did base the character off of Ran Fujimiya (even taking the same surname).

Nick Farrell -Resident Adult Cultist-: *The quiet weekend was somewhat satisfying, as he walks into the kitchen, replacing seasonings and aluminum foil. The important things. He opens up the freezer, and moves the chicken to the refrigerator. Best to let it thaw, and couldn't cheat on this. Cooking wasn't worth cheating on, after all. He wasn't smiling, but that never meant he wasn't happy.*

Nick Farrell -Resident Adult Cultist-: *Tonight, though, he was making the pico. Eggs? Spicy sauces? It smelled nice. Tomatoes, peppers. He sings to himself in Spanish.*

Nick Farrell -Resident Adult Cultist-: *He chops while humming the instrumentals, even dancing slightly in the kitchen. It was his sanctuary, really.*

Nick Farrell -Resident Adult Cultist-: *Really, with everyone constantly going out, he might as well have been the only one here anyway. He bumps a drawer closed with his hip, and smiles as it aligns with one of the notes he sings. Fun.*

Nick Farrell -Resident Adult Cultist-: *Poor people, with their lack of beat, losing out on this fantastic combination. Breakfast for dinner.*

Nick Farrell -Resident Adult Cultist-: *And he's making enough for... him. It isn't often that he just takes care of himself. The plate is loaded up. Eggs. Cheese, fresh made pico and hot sauce. Phenomenal. He carries out the plate to the sofa.*

Nick Farrell -Resident Adult Cultist-: *He flops his legs up across the lone beast, admiring the huge place with the great echo without anyone in it. He scoops the spicy eggs into his maw, slowly. In truth, his eyes look a little tired, and his scruff has become more pronounced.*

Raymond "Zuddhantya" Bowie, bani Flambeau: *soft footsteps could only give away his presence to ones with the keenest of hearing while he leaves the Hermetic Wing, as his sandy brown hair with a few spics of silver & gold flicker in the light parts in a short, clean cut that frames his European face. 6' tall & his broad shoulders give away a fighters stance. Rich wine eyes peer beneath his bangs & reading his surroundings. He's calm, gives a slight stand-offish feel, though his eyes betray a friendly nature. His skin has a healthy luster combining with his stature giving him a disciplined, athletic body. He dons a color t-shirt that hugs his midsection, cargo shorts held by a belt with a small pouch on it. His clothes are well fitted, snug but it lets the viewer aware of his muscular definition and range of movement. They reveal one who works out regularly (not in the gym sense) & uses his body with great power rigorously. His hands are covered with a pair of black fingerless gloves, & upon those two metallic arm bracers. He wears a pair of black work boots and is carrying a large suitcase*

Raymond "Zuddhantya" Bowie, bani Flambeau: *looking out over the railing of the second level to the main hall below, then deciding to descend the stairs, noting the lack of people with a sigh as he does so before heading to a near-by table. After setting the case down on the table, he removes two pieces of fabric (size of large bath-towels, one a light & standard gray in color) from a front pouch & lays them out on. He fully opens the case, looks inside to remove thee complete AR lower receivers (one with a collapsible stock [placed on the Light gray] and two with standard stocks [one on each cloth])*

Raymond "Zuddhantya" Bowie, bani Flambeau: *from the case he then removes five similar looking long-barrel AR uppers (two are placed on the light gray cloth, while the remaining are placed on the other), then removes and places two short barrel uppers (onto the light gray cloth) that seem to have integrated suppressers. He then removes a gun cleaning kit and starts to 'field strip" & clean each of the uppers*

Raymond "Zuddhantya" Bowie, bani Flambeau: *he removes a small note pad from the suitcase and jots something down mid-way through cleaning one of the uppers, before continuing & muttering to himself. After each of the barrels/uppers have been attended to, he picks up the lower receiver off the gray cloth* Okay, Alicia, lets check you out. *and proceeds to field strip and clean the lower, though the cylinder for the recoil spring has several etched markings on it going around the tube*

Raymond "Zuddhantya" Bowie, bani Flambeau: *after his time finishing "Alicia", Ray looks at the two on the light gray cloth* I'll clean Ellen first. *as he picks up the solid stocked lower from and cleans it, and the similar markings are on the spring tube that "Alicia" had before they are hidden from view with reassembly then set back down* And finally to my swift girl Elena. *as he picks up and slowly cleans the lower with collapsible stock, commenting how much build-up/tar she has gotten in her*

Raymond "Zuddhantya" Bowie, bani Flambeau: *after cleaning all the uppers & lowers, Ray takes 'Alicia' and places one of the uppers off the gray cloth with a fast change pin & places it on the lower. He then cocks it and points it at a corner that is were no-one is at and dry-fires one shot. Then opening and removing the first upper, Ray repeats in a quick series with the other two - while with one placing a spacer in the magazine receiver* Big Sis checks out, now for the twins. *as he does similar with first 'Elena' then 'Ellen' with first the two long barrels and then the two short barreled uppers on each, and also using a spacer in the magazine receiver on one of the Short and Long barrels*

Raymond "Zuddhantya" Bowie, bani Flambeau: *with a smile, he slowly & carefully puts everything back into their places within the case before removing ten (two of five slightly different styles of) magazines seeming to be custom made for his 'girls' and loaded each (two what looks like a modified 20 round .22 caliber magazine for 9mm, two 20 round .22 magazines, two 5 round .50 magazines, two 30.08 magazines with the outer shape of the 5 round .50 magazine and the same with a 20 gauge shotgun magazine) before placing them carefully within the case as well*

Raymond "Zuddhantya" Bowie, bani Flambeau: *chuckling to himself as he picks up and fold each of the cloths, before placing them back in their place and zipping the whole of the case closed. With a small lock, he secures the main part (with all the 'dangerous' stuff in) of the suitcase* Now, I still need to pack for the convention. *as he heads towards the door and leaves*

Raymond "Zuddhantya" Bowie, bani Flambeau: [with the case in tow! Gone For now]

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Here with ornate chairs set around a large circular wooden table, the Mages of the Infinity Chantry discuss the affairs of Magic.
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A slowly flickering streetlight illuminates this dark street. All roads though town lead to this main road. Shadowy figures dart in and out of alleyways, and only the brave or foolish remain here long.

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