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 Posted: Thu Jan 13, 2005 1:44 am
At Cora's touch he inhaled sharply at first, and let it out slowly, enjoying the embrace, some parts of him maybe a little too much. For a few fleeting moments he stood holding her in his embrace, acting as a shield to the evils trying to settle down upon the Brink. For a life where one can truly live and not merely survive, Cora was his only hope, and the Brink was hers in either case. He could only hope that she had grown to a point where she could understand, and hope that felt at least partially the same as he did. He slowly began to back up, not pulling away, but taking her along with, "Come on, lets go somewhere a little bit more private, the main room is too open...and it has a damaged vehicle in it. The door to my room should still be open," nothing in there to steal anyhow, should just leave it open all the time.
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Posted: Thu Jan 13, 2005 1:49 am
::Cora followed willingly, not wanting to seperate from his embrace. But she looked up at him:::
Too open for what?
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Posted: Thu Jan 13, 2005 2:02 am
He laid a kiss lightly upon her forehead, "Ssshh...ssshhh, never you mind. I can't stand to see you depressed one bit. It tears me up inside.Lets just go back to my room for a while..."
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Posted: Thu Jan 13, 2005 2:07 am
Mmm... :::Cora nodded in agreement, and the two made their way to Tac's room:::
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Posted: Thu Jan 13, 2005 6:08 pm
K fade into the Brink with his back straight and his palms paralelle to it. He was hiding behind a wall and it seemed as though he was trying to lose someone. To his luck, and suprise, he has succeded, but that's all thanks to the Brink.
He gasps when he figures out he's not home anymore, but now he's very sure of where he is, he'd been waiting for it. K looks around, he sees no one. Instead he draws his attention to the car that's still there two weeks late. Then he remembers that time has nothing to do with it.
He walks up to it, and sticks his hand out to touch it, but he hesitates. He didn't quite catch anyone saying anything about what this machine did, and he would hate to trigger something dangerous. Instead he just looked at each part of it closely, and admiried its uniquness.
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Posted: Thu Jan 13, 2005 7:21 pm
Malazar fades into the Brink with a hand outstretched, accompanied by the smell of burning ozone. He blinks and glares at his hand.
"Bah."
Malazar has his customary clothing on. A worn leather jacket festooned with pockets and thick pants, hanging from each shoulder are large spiked yellow metal rings. His dress shirt looks crumpled under the jacket, but his long black hair is tied in an ornate tail and slung over his shoulder to hang near his chest.
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Posted: Thu Jan 13, 2005 7:27 pm
K turns his head suddenly at the sound of someone else present. His eyes are wide.
"Wh-who are you...?" He'd be more polite if he weren't so frazzled.
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Posted: Thu Jan 13, 2005 7:39 pm
Malazar looks irritably at his hand and stresses each finger individually. They look stiff, but he has it moving and at his side again in a moment. Then he notices the boy.
"Evenin laddy, I'm Malazar, nice to meet you."
With almost unconsious motions Malazar checks his pockets for various provisions.
"The causes are present, but the effect is not. Blast."
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Posted: Thu Jan 13, 2005 7:46 pm
K put his finger to his chin. "Malazar...wow."
He snaps out of it a bit "You may call me K. It's an honor to meet you!" He goes over and offers his hand to shake but realizes that there seems to be something wrong with Malazar's hand. "Uhm. What's wrong?"
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Posted: Thu Jan 13, 2005 7:52 pm
Malazar brushes aside the boy's concern with a strong hand shake.
"No worries laddy, just running more tests on the limits of this place. How long have you been coming here? Would you like something to drink?"
Not really waiting for an answer, Malazar heads to the bar and grabs a bottle of amber liquid about a third full from the counter top.
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Posted: Thu Jan 13, 2005 7:57 pm
K is about to answer Malazar's question when he sees that he's at the bar about to pour him a drink. His squints.
"No." It escapes in anger, but he quickly cools off. "Thank you, but I don't want anything to drink. Anyway, I was here once before. Two weeks ago. There are still a lot of things I don't understand. You seem to be well aquainted. I take it you have been here a long time."
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Posted: Thu Jan 13, 2005 8:02 pm
*Tavin appeared at a table in the corner with a groan. He sat down hard and leaned back, pulling his coat in tight against his body. He took in a deep breath and then let it back out, raggedly*
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Posted: Thu Jan 13, 2005 8:04 pm
Malazar grins at the boy and pours two drinks anyway.
"A while it has been since I first arrived, though not as long as others it would seem. But time is odd here, if it exists at all it is a toy of sorts. Outside, my world, it has been three years. Here it could hardly be considered one."
Malazar hands K the glass and grins.
"I saw that, don't worry laddy, its nonalcoholic."
And it smells suspiciously like... apple? xD
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Posted: Thu Jan 13, 2005 8:13 pm
*A low growl preceeds Johnathan's entrance as he blinks in, crouched down the best he can. Instead of a normal humanoid like most would expect to meet in the Brink, Johnathan is not himself today. Shaav, as he is called when like this, is a species of post nuclear apoctalyptic lizard. Not just any lizard, but a ten foot tall, furry, horned, killing machine of death type of lizard. His blood red fur that covers his body is caked with dust from the Wastes and if anybody had a geiger counter, he'd likely be giving off trace ammounts of radiation above the normal levels. His huge hands end in razor sharp talons and horns jut out from the back of his head and the tip of his snout, though behind this facade a glint of intelligence can be seen in his eyes. He seems to be sniffing at the ground and abruptly stops as the terrain shifts from dirt to wooden floorboards. He scampers away from the center of the room where he had appeared, running smack dab into the Jag and looking around rather scared at first.*
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Posted: Thu Jan 13, 2005 8:15 pm
*Tavin simply looks over at the giant lizard, and then turns his head back*
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