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Post by Rinathan on Jan 6, 2005 15:57:08 GMT -5
Do me a favour?
He growls and walks past.
Die.
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Post by Dmitri Darken on Jan 6, 2005 17:15:59 GMT -5
Aurora smiles and shakes her head.
No thank you. I've already seen what lies beyond, and I'm happy to stay where I am.
Of course, happy was not the term she truely meant for life in general. Her and her brother were of one mind on the subject of happiness.
Aurora begins to softly sing to herself... or so it seems. The song is soothing, relaxing.
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Post by Rinathan on Jan 6, 2005 17:26:28 GMT -5
He relaxes a bit, maybe, but walks on, still sort of angry. To the graveyard!
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Post by Dmitri Darken on Jan 6, 2005 17:31:50 GMT -5
Aurora smiles as he walks away. He would remember her, next they met. Or perhaps not, it didn't matter. She knew him, though, and that was all that was needed later on.
She sings quietly to herself. The song is sad, and lonely. Bait, in a sense.
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Post by Vendek on Jan 14, 2005 16:19:34 GMT -5
Vendek turns his face toward the sky as the warning wave passes over him. He does not feel any pain, and the image he gets is only vague. He watches the seemingly normal sky for a while with idle interest before turning his eyes back to his surroundings.
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Post by Vendek on Jan 15, 2005 21:47:16 GMT -5
Vendek finishes his ale and walks calmly out of the random bar he'd been passing the time since the warning in. He idly taps his gauntleted fingers together as he makes his way to the Library.
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Post by Yvocca Shering on Jan 25, 2005 18:50:32 GMT -5
Hasn't been here in over half a year. Seven months. Nearly eight. She swallows. Long time. Yvocca wanders the streets without an apparent purpose, but she has one. Her feet eventually take her there. She stands outside of the house a while before she takes a deep breath and knocks.
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Post by Sirrico on Jan 25, 2005 18:56:15 GMT -5
Sirrico watches, tapping his metal claws against the metal palm of the gauntlet and making no real effort of hiding himself. He is a little distance off, but close enough to hear what is going on.
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Post by Yvocca Shering on Jan 25, 2005 18:59:29 GMT -5
After a short while, a very, very gruff-looking man opens up. He has her eyes but that's hard to see from a distance. Yvo gives him a half-timid look. He doesn't smile, but he takes her hand rather gently for such a rough customer, and leads her into the house. The door closes behind them.
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Post by Sirrico on Jan 25, 2005 19:07:49 GMT -5
Hmph... that was boring. He thought someone like her might be a little more interesting, but she was just like all the other mag-
Sirrico screamed and put both of his hands to his head as he fell to his knees. He then began to laugh and stood up again.
Shut up.
He laughed and shook his head, his clawed gauntlet pressed against his forehead as he constantly repeated those two words... then his form seemed to blacken, as if his flesh and assorted equipment had become darkness. He pulls his hand away from his forehead and breaks apart, forming into many bats and taking flight.
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