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WhimsicalCow Vice Captain
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 Posted: Mon Feb 19, 2007 9:53 pm
*Maggie reaches a hand out, hoping to help Bard lead Cora along, but before she can she fades away*
**Exit Maggie**
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Posted: Mon Feb 19, 2007 10:00 pm
*Bard takes a step forward, praying to God she doesn't resist*
We're going to take a little trip to my time. Okay? I'm a little worried about you, and I think you need a rest from this place. So, we're going to get you checked out, and then we'll take a little vacation....
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Posted: Mon Feb 19, 2007 10:06 pm
:::Cora's thoughts suddenly race. Bard's time? Where did he live? What year? the 20th century? Vacation? She knew what the word meant, but what did he mean?:::
:::She did want to leave though, that much she felt about her own desires was true... but part of her was afraid to. Her muscles tightened, and she hesitated:::
But- I... I can't leave. I don't leave. What about- what about the Captain? and Luke?
:::But then the numbness spread over her again, like a wave, is it usually did, and she was quiet, and loose:::
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Posted: Mon Feb 19, 2007 10:12 pm
* Bard coaxes her to take another step forward*
You can leave with me though, right? It's Christmas time where I come from. Have you ever seen Christmas? I'm right downtown. We can see the lights, and the tree....
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Posted: Mon Feb 19, 2007 10:20 pm
:::He skulked along with Bard's steps. One slow thought after another entering her mind. Chri...:::
...stmas...? You do that? God... isn't real, y'know...?
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Posted: Mon Feb 19, 2007 10:25 pm
*Bard walks her toward the door* There are a lot of people that don't believe in Him even in my time. For some people, Christmas is about the love we have for family and friends. I'd like to share that with you, because you're my dear friend.
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Posted: Mon Feb 19, 2007 10:30 pm
:::Her words were beginning to slur together, as she was trying to focus more on walking with Bard than on putting her thoughts into speech:::
No such thingasChristmas in theBrink. ...love, orfamily. orfriends... jus sstheSeraphimmm.
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Posted: Mon Feb 19, 2007 10:38 pm
*Bard keeps her walking. They're almost to the door* Well, I'm your friend, and we're going to have a good time together, okay? You don't need to worry about a thing. First we'll get you checked out, and then we'll go out to dinner. How does that sound?
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Posted: Mon Feb 19, 2007 10:41 pm
Checkedout... ofthe Brink?
:::She lifted her head for a moment, and saw the door in front of them. Her mind instantly reacted with hesitation, but she could feel the drug blocking the sensation, and it faded before the reaction could hit her physical impulses:::
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Posted: Mon Feb 19, 2007 10:45 pm
*Bard takes hold of his key* Checked out by some doctors. Just to make sure you're all right.
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Posted: Mon Feb 19, 2007 10:48 pm
:::She felt a little clarity for a moment:::
I dont want your doctors. They don't know what they're doing...
:::But her body didn't seem to respond similarly:::
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Posted: Mon Feb 19, 2007 10:54 pm
*Crap. Just a little farther. Get your key in the door. He does just that*
They may not be advanced in some ways, but they'll be able to help you with what you're taking. You've been drinking and taking drugs. We have to make sure you're okay.
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Posted: Mon Feb 19, 2007 10:57 pm
Thats- that's rediculous... I took the drugs to BE ok... Your doctors don't know anything about the drugs, or about my body...
:::Her head began to feel heavy again, and it drooped to one side, falling somewhere against Bard's arm:::
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Posted: Mon Feb 19, 2007 11:25 pm
*Bard does his best to hold her up. She's a lot heavier than she looks. Superdense muscle fiber? Something like that. He just needs to get her through the door and...*
*he fades out before he does*
**Exit Bard**
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Posted: Mon Feb 19, 2007 11:29 pm
:::Cora fumbles a bit as Bard fades out. She manages to stay standing, though she's stopped moving. She just stairs at the door in front of her, and mumbles to herself...:::
... no such thing in the Brink...
:::Before she eventually moves to another pat of the Brink to do much the same thing for a few hours:::
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