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 Posted: Sun Jan 09, 2005 7:51 pm
:::Cora had already turned her back for half of Luke's speech....she was drained from being angry, even for that short amount of time, and it had already faded to sadness and remorse:::
:::She waves a hand at him as she walked away, not turning to look at him:::
Then leave. Go take care of all those people you have to care about... I estimate that I am lucky not to have that problem.
:::Still not crying, but wishing she was...anything to let it out. She spends too much time hiding it when she has to be in her world:::
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Posted: Sun Jan 09, 2005 7:57 pm
*Luke feels like a piece of dirt.... Why does he feel that way? He doesn't understand why, not yet.* *He is saddened, both by Cora's reaction, and how he knows he cannot stay.*
*says softly, but sincerely* I'll be back, Cora....... There's just some things I have to take care of first.....
*He opens the door. He goes through it, and it closes behind him.*
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Posted: Sun Jan 09, 2005 8:07 pm
:::She flinched as the door shut:::
Goodbye...Luke...
:::She paced heavily to the bar, and picked up bottle of wine and glass. She thumped the glass down clumsily, and uncorked the bottle. As she tried to pour it though, her hand trembled, and somehow she was too tired to lift it. It slammed down with the force of gravity. Cora crossed her arms over the bar and placed her head in them...too tired and upset to do anything else:::
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Posted: Sun Jan 09, 2005 8:36 pm
Torment slowly fades in, hunched over a table, his hair matter down and covering his arms that lay crossed on top of one another on the table, supporting his forehead. He look to be completely fine, except his clothes are stained with blood, gore, other various bodily fluids, blue ink, and dirt. He seems to be sleeping, not noticing the small wisp of smoke rising from a small white cylinder next to him that has one end glowing. It isn't made of metal, but of organic materials, and it is burning.
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Posted: Sun Jan 09, 2005 8:41 pm
:::Cora breathes in and immidiately notices the smell, her head inches up, as though disturbed from sleep. She turns her head to look over her shoulder and sees Torment in a position similar to hers:::
:::She picks herself up, and trods heavily towards where he's sleeping. When she gets there she sees the smoldering object, and the condition Torment is in. Another one, falls into the brink a mess for me to clean...:::
:::She finishes the thought outloud as she puts out the ember with her finger::: But I expect this sort of thing from you Torment.
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Posted: Sun Jan 09, 2005 8:48 pm
He slowly raises his head and looks towards Cora, "Kalie?" As he realized it wasn't her his head slumped back down, the hair crunching as it hits the skin of his arm, the blood was dried and meshed into his hair, "Its just you...what exactly is it we expect of me?"
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Posted: Sun Jan 09, 2005 8:55 pm
:::Just me...?:::
Showing up looking like this... :::Cora walks back to the bar, and picks up a towel. She returns to Torment, pulls up a chair along side him and begins to wipe dry blood from the side of his face that's exposed:::
Honestly, is fighting all you ever do?
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Posted: Sun Jan 09, 2005 9:06 pm
He pulled away, shaking his head, "Leave the blood, I don't deserve to be cleansed of it." His hair crunched again as his head shifted, his voice slightly muffled, "It comes from the conclusion of the fight I was in the last time you saw me, it is both another's, but my own at the same time. Not two different bits of blood, all the same blood, just different viewpoints on it's origin." There was another brief crunch as he looked to Cora, "If you let someone that used to be a criminal go...and you have fears they haven't changed, are you any better than they are? Even if the only choices were releasing him and killing him over trivial matters?"
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Posted: Sun Jan 09, 2005 9:12 pm
:::she sat back, not really going to protest his unwillingness to let her help yet again. She sighed:::
You forgive everyone, so long as you are willing to accept responsability for the safety of those in danger. Which is a responsability we all have anyway, isn't it?
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Posted: Sun Jan 09, 2005 9:19 pm
He let out a brief sigh as he lifted his head, "Its just not that simple, Cora. He started off as nothing but an Image, a hologram, nothing but a trick of the eye. Now he is nothing but thought...sentient thought. I created him, I should be allowed to destroy him, but...he has sentient thought. I don't want her to have to deal with the anguish of knowing he might return to power again....challenge me again...kill me again..."
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Posted: Sun Jan 09, 2005 9:29 pm
:::Cora, not sitting up from her layed back position, tosses the rag onto the table:::
hhhh....I'm going to be honest with you Torment. I don't know what you're talking about. ...but if you need my help for anything, let me know...
:::there was a hint of creeping frustrating that she couldn't let go. She felt so unappreciated:::
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Posted: Sun Jan 09, 2005 9:41 pm
Tor glanced from Cora, to the rag, and then back, small bits of dried blood raining down from his hair onto the table, "Cora, against my better judgement because i feel like crap, but I have to ask. Is there something wrong? You don't seem as upbeat as usual. Its almost kinda freaky."
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Posted: Sun Jan 09, 2005 10:00 pm
:::She crosses her arms, and turns her head...she doesn't want to answer, but its becoming more and more obvious to everyone...:::
The Brink is under attack, Torment. I've been attacked, Luke has been attacked...others are in a great amount of danger, and there's nothing that I can do to rectify it. When I'm in my time I have to constantly look over my shoulder so they don't find out that I'm not like them anymore, or else they will institutionalize me and eventually kill me, and while I'm here I'm constantly worried that everyone I love is going to get hurt...or die.
:::Everything just sort of spilled out without warning...when she stops, she's sort of suprised at herself...she opens her mouth like she's going to appologize, but she stops, and looks away again:::
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Posted: Sun Jan 09, 2005 10:08 pm
Tor moved his arms out of the way and hit his head against the table, hard, "******** hell. When did this happen; recently, or further back? The Seraphim can be a b***h to deal with. He's becoming more active. Feh, ******** it, are you ok though, Cora?" From there his words mesh together, not making kmuch sense. Firing off questions, concerns, and other comments and curses. The main point seems to be his concern, in general, for Cora and the Brink, but in that jumble of words, anything could be possible.
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Posted: Sun Jan 09, 2005 10:15 pm
So you know about the Seraphim too... You know, he was news to me until he kidnapped me and beat me into submission...I can only imagine what Luke had to go through. :::She turned her head back towards the table, but looked downwards, staring at an imaginary spot centered somewhere below the table:::
I don't know Torment, I don't know if I will be alright. I've been given emotions and love and friendship, only to watch them all be destroyed, and then to go to a home where I will eventually be destroyed.
:::Cora suddenly wished she was still as able to dismiss emotion as easily as she was once able to:::
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