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 Posted: Mon Feb 14, 2005 10:30 pm
*He shakes his head lightly* Much to learn......
*A few moments later there is a brilliant flash of white light that illuminates the room from the window, followed the thunder that accompanied the lightning bolt*
Mas: stare
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Posted: Mon Feb 14, 2005 10:36 pm
*The two went dead quiet all of a sudden. The first looks up as far as hie eyes will allow. The third starts to sniffle some, and the second watches; the third was propably going to start to cry. Such a loud noise and brigh light could be frightening to a child. The second had closed his eyes tightly and swung his arms a bit when the thunder cracked, the first didn't seem to react too mcuh, but who could tell what was running through his mind. Nana stirs again; it was a loud crack of thunder after all*
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....mmn....
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Posted: Mon Feb 14, 2005 10:40 pm
Hmm... *He looks over at the third, noticing that she seemed to be the most affected of the three. Zeno was definitely going to get a note about this*
*There are a few more flashes of light at regular intervals. Only these ones were not as bright and not as loud*
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Posted: Mon Feb 14, 2005 10:44 pm
*The continuing barrage of light and sound did nothing for the third; she finally starts to cry. Her brothers both snap to attention and stare at the new sound coming from the girl, it was loud and annoying*
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Posted: Mon Feb 14, 2005 10:47 pm
*Mastema sighs lightly* Damned Zenogais.... *slowly, he starts to set Nana on the bed, trying not to wake her up so that he could move closer to the crib and, hopefully, stop the third's crying*
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Posted: Mon Feb 14, 2005 10:52 pm
*Nana mumbles a little, but her subconcious still new Mastema was nearby so she continued to sleep. The sound of her crying child entered her ears but as of yet, she had not the strength to do anything about it. The third continues to cry. Upon hearing his father's voice the first turns in the direction of Mastema. Surely he didn't yet know whom Mastema was however, no that would be learned in time. The second continues to watch the third, and starts making a face. If she didn't stop soon, he may start to cry aswell*
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Posted: Mon Feb 14, 2005 10:56 pm
*Mastema stands as the flashes continue, only by now they were almost mute. He walks over to the crib side, easily looking over all three. His height was something to be admired, especially by the three. He lifts his right arm and reaches done to the third child. The back of his index finger brushes against her cheek. For now, he was trying to take her attention away from the lightning*
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Posted: Mon Feb 14, 2005 11:04 pm
*The first looks to Mastema with an intense stare; the man was huge, pale, and dressed in black and his eyes bled red. What was he? The second also looked to Mastema, he was huge in comparrison to the rest of them, he too soon follows suit with the third and starts to cry when Mastema's hand draws near. Only the first remains silent; he continues to stare at Mastema and all the goings on. For the moment the brushing does nothing to grab the young girl's attention, and now one of her brothers was crying aswell. Mastema certainly had his work cut out for him*
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Posted: Mon Feb 14, 2005 11:12 pm
*Mastema's response is just a soft grin. His three children were yet unnamed. He would wait until Nana awakened for that* Now now.... nothing is wrong.... *Indeed it would be a challenge for a gloomy figure like Mastema to calm two new borns. Thanatos had been inside a tank within an hour of his birth and would not leave it until a few weeks after that. He reaches in completely and lifts the third child up and placing her against his right fore arm and elbow. His left hand stayed next to her and let the childs small right hand rest in its palm. Mastema was still grinning*
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Posted: Mon Feb 14, 2005 11:22 pm
*The young girl was still crying when lifted from the crib; it had been her whole world a minute ago. After a few moments there was a greater warmth on her left side, she sniffles and hickups before her eyes crack open to see the world from a hole new perspective. The third wraps her small fingers around Mastema's thumb and stares up at the huge hand in awe. The second born of the brothers was still crying as his sister had been moments before. The first continues to stare in an odd and unnerving silence*
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Posted: Mon Feb 14, 2005 11:30 pm
*Mastema couldn't very well tend to the second child with his left hand occupied by the third. He thinks to himself a moment, trying to think of a way to get the third child to let go of his hand without forcing her to. With a quick shake of his head, a locke of Mastema's hair falls over his right shoulder and brushes ticklishly against the third child's cheek and ear. He watches the second child for the moment*
Zeno: *has stopped with the lightning bolts and is now just flaring off electricity in multiple directions* teeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheehee twisted
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Posted: Mon Feb 14, 2005 11:36 pm
*The young girl squeals and grabs a small bit of the hair with her left hand and released Mastema's thumb to flail her right arm in delight. The second continues to cry, and the first watches his sister curiously. Her crying had turned into squeals; the shift in mood drew his interest*
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Posted: Mon Feb 14, 2005 11:41 pm
*chuckles lightly at the girl's squeals. His hair dangles and moves as if in a light breeze, some light telekinesis. His left hand free, he leans over a bit and this time gently takes the second child's hand lightly in his palm, stroking the child's hand with his thumb*
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Posted: Mon Feb 14, 2005 11:48 pm
*The second of the three sniffs loudly, then looks up gruffly at Mastema. It made one unsure if he liked the stroking of his tiny hand or not. The third flails her arms a little, still holding onto Mastema's hair. It would give a strong tug to what hair the young girl had in her left hand, while she squealed again, still letting her arms flail lightly about. The first of course continues to stare*
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Posted: Mon Feb 14, 2005 11:52 pm
*Mastema didn't really mind the tugs, not really finding it painfully so much as attention drawing. When he notices the second starting to calm down, he moves his hand up to the boy's head and gently rubs the boy's head with his palm. Mastema was defintiely noticing the tolerance of the first born. For now, he was intrigued most by the first's behavior. The other two seemed to react as he'd expected*
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