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 Posted: Thu Aug 24, 2006 8:05 am
:::Cora enters from the library, once again, red eyed and appearing to be exhausted. She's carrying an empty bottle of what used to be port:::
Luke... hello. :::She cranes her neck::: What are you doing?
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Posted: Thu Aug 24, 2006 8:15 am
Hey, babe. *She looks tired. Luke realizes that she's been lookin' like that a lot lately.*
*tosses the Gatorade cap on the bar and says* Practicing.
How bout you? *points to the wine bottle* You a morning drinker now?
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Posted: Thu Aug 24, 2006 8:17 am
It's never morning, Luke. It's just sleeping and not sleeping. :::She says matter of factly:::
:::She swings the bottle to signfy that she's referring to it::: This is just what keeps me sane while I try to find any kind of useful information in there...
How is your practice going?
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Posted: Thu Aug 24, 2006 8:23 am
*Luke realizes that Cora doesn't have any windows or sunlight or ... the Brink had air but was it fresh air? Luke thinks about being cooped up in this place like Cora has been and it turns his stomach. He realizes again that Cora gets to get out of here and soon.*
I'm just getting started.
Did you find anything in the library that could help us out?
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Posted: Thu Aug 24, 2006 8:31 am
:::Cora shakes her head:::
There is a lot of intersting information, and I have an idea of things that might be more useful than others, but the Captain was right. It's hard to find something when you don't know what you're looking for. At the moment I've taken a break from studying space and time continuem and mathematical theory to try and see if I can make a chip into war strategy. Unfortunately, all the strategy I've read was all planned by humans. Don't know how useful it will be either.
:::She rubs the back of her neck::: At the very least I've taken a whole library of endless information and narrowed it down to what's going to be the most help.
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Posted: Thu Aug 24, 2006 8:44 am
*A war strategy. Luke hadn't thought about it that way, but it appears the Seraphim haven't left them with much of a choice BUT to think that way.*
I'd read history books if I thought they would help, but the only thing that's even close to what's happening here are in X-Men comic books. *adds* And even then, it's not really happening so...
*Luke shakes his head and points to the Gatorade cap.* So, I'm gonna do this. *to Cora* Feel like taking a break from the books?
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Posted: Thu Aug 24, 2006 8:47 am
:::She nods::: That's why I'm here.
Let's see it.
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Posted: Thu Aug 24, 2006 8:58 am
*Upon request, Luke stands back from the bar. He sends out the Gatorade cap away from him. It slides down the bar, stopping halfway to the end - just like the first time with the beer cap.*
*Luke does this and finds.... He doesn't feel quite so tired. Right on.*
*Luke looks to Cora.* And that's... about what I've been doing every time I'm in here.
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Posted: Thu Aug 24, 2006 9:01 am
:::Cora smiles, proudly:::
Very good. That's much bigger than the beer caps you were using last. :::Looking at him::: How do you feel?
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Posted: Thu Aug 24, 2006 9:05 am
*Luke checks and puts up his arms.* I feel good.
*After this, he goes behind the bar.* Speaking of which, just so we have a little variety...
*Luke gets a beer and uncaps it. He places this cap on the bar, too, and sets the open bottle of beer next to the open bottle of Gatorade.*
I keep wanting to try other things, but I still get that weird, sick feeling like I'm gonna pass out every time I push it.
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Posted: Thu Aug 24, 2006 9:08 am
:::Cora nods:::
That passes with time and practice. Alright, take a deep breathe.
:::Cora sticks out her pointer finger and hovers the tip of it about an inch above the beer cap:::
Try to make the cap reach my finger.
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Posted: Thu Aug 24, 2006 10:35 am
*nods* Okay.
*Luke holds his hand palm up and lifts it up. The cap stirs, lifts, and touches the tip of Cora's finger. Luke holds the cap there for a second, and then it falls.*
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Posted: Thu Aug 24, 2006 10:47 am
:::She watches the cap wiggle then float up:::
Very good. :::she takes her hand away::: How do you feel now?
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Posted: Thu Aug 24, 2006 11:00 am
*Luke had to take a deep breath.* Still good.
*waves his hand forward, smiles slightly* C'mon. Give me a tough one.
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Posted: Thu Aug 24, 2006 11:10 am
Alright, in a minute. Keep taking deep breathes.
:::After telling Luke to take a breather, she picks up the cap again. Cora contemplates if it's too much, but any practice was good practice for him at this point:::
:::Using her own ability, she places the cap floating flat in mid air, as though it were propped up on an invisable platform:::
Alright. Are you ready? Let me know when you begin trying to move it and I'll let it go. Make it float into my palm:::
:::She opens her hand as though expecting to catch the projectile:::
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