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 Posted: Wed Feb 22, 2006 12:16 pm
::She walks up to the side of the boat and looks off into the distant and the color of the sun reminds her of her bracelet. She takes it out of her pocket and puts it on and feels nothing. She looks confused and panicked for a moment and then remembers the no-magic clause for the ship. She fidgets with the braclet on her wrist and stares off again.::
Mackey, why do you work on the ship? You don't seem to enjoy it.
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Posted: Wed Feb 22, 2006 12:23 pm
Wow... you learn something new every day.
**Remembering that the fumes released by mercury are poisonous to normal people, Lanhie quietly smiles, thanking Gaia for giving him and Marissa highly resistant bodies**
It smells wonderful. What's the name of the dish that you're making?
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Posted: Wed Feb 22, 2006 12:27 pm
::Theres silence. Its not totally, it lasts only a few seconds after she spoke. Its just enough time for him to pull himself from where his mind had wandered to right here, and right now.::
Why waste your smiles on a grumpy old man?
::He didnt look at her, not out of disrespect or offense, it was just that he felt his eyes were better fitting where they were looking...down.::
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Bwahahahe...hehehe....
::He stopped mid laugh and scratched his head. He then proceeded to lift up the wok and make sure it had no dents in it.::
I no hit you with the Wok-Fu Forget-Chu Slam...you serious long hair man? You just ask for this meal?
::Flip flip, chop chop, as he spoke normally his right hand drove that spatula with the grace of the ages around the giant wok.::
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Posted: Wed Feb 22, 2006 12:32 pm
Right, Spicy Shrimp Tempura. I thought you may have named your recipe differently for it's... unique mixture of spices.
**Note to Self: do not annoy Chef out of fear of concussions.**
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Posted: Wed Feb 22, 2006 12:32 pm
::She looks out at the sun::
Let's just say that you are one of three thrings that reminds me of home right now. Also, you interest me; and not in the way that I seemed to have interested the captain.
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Posted: Wed Feb 22, 2006 12:41 pm
Home...
::That word struck a nerve. For a second if possible his face grew grimmer. No one would notice a few more drops of salt water in the ocean would they? Or at least thats what he thought as two tears dripped from his eyes and immediately his claw came up to wipe his eyes and push his head away from the girl to hide the rest until he could shove them back in the dark corner of his heart he was fighting so hard to cut away.
His voice wouldnt show the tears his face had just leaked.::
Theres nothing interesting in this booring old coot. No home...nothing...
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PHWA!
::A flip of the wok in mid air followed by the use of the spatula like a boomerang to flip a plate at Lanhie and just a milisecond before it was about to hit him, a flick of the wrist would flap the food onto the plate giving the plate just enough weight to slap it onto the table and to a screeching halt just in front of Lanhie. And a deft flick of the Black Chef's wrist landed a fork sticking straight up in the middle of Lanhie's food.::
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Posted: Wed Feb 22, 2006 12:46 pm
**Looking a thousand percent impressed by the performance, Lanhie's jaw drops**
Wow... the chef's back home aren't even half that good...
**snaps out of it**
Thank you Master Chef, you are very generous.
**gives the Chef an appropriate seated bow and then digs into the food**
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Posted: Wed Feb 22, 2006 12:51 pm
Is that why you stay with the captain? You have somewhere consistant to stay? Or do you stay on the ship because it is always moving so it doesn't feel like you are running from something when you actually are?
::She looks at Mackey straight in the face, not allowing him to hide anything from her::
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Posted: Wed Feb 22, 2006 1:00 pm
Heh...
::A laugh. Laughter dulls the pain. He would never give her direct eye contact.::
You'd never understand...you still have a home...mine is...
::No. He wasnt walking down this road. He turned away again, sadness being forced away to carve that gruff look back on his face as he turned again to look off the ships edge.::
You told the captain you have friends to find...
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Ha ha! Successeru!!!
::And a triumphant "Yes" thrust into the air.::
Eat good! Then coming desert!
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Posted: Wed Feb 22, 2006 1:01 pm
Silicone's body washed up against a rock protruding from the sea. He began coughing up water. After a few moments he regained his senses. He looked around. He was on small rock the was sticking out of the sea. He could probably swim to shore, but he was too weak. The last thing he remembered was being on a cruise ship. He laid on the rock and let the sun beat down upon his face. He sighed and tried to regain his strength. A few small waves beat against the him as he laid back and sighed.
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Posted: Wed Feb 22, 2006 1:07 pm
Great!
**eats the food slowly to enjoy it**
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Posted: Wed Feb 22, 2006 1:10 pm
::slight chuckle::that was, unfortunately, a vain attempt to get rid of the captain. Lanhy can take care of himself, he's been doing it since he was born. The bird is on his own, I met him for the first time today. As to my home; yes I still have one, but it is so far away and I don't know if I will ever return to it ::as the memories of it come rushing home her eyes begin to fill with tears:: or if I will ever see Watcher again ::at this a few tears manage to escape and trickle down her cheeks before she notices and brushes them away:: If I try hard enough I can almost trick myself into believing that in a little bit the island will come into view and there will be Mother and Bloodclaw waiting for me and Watcher to come home and tell her how our trip was. But, alas, I don't think that day will ever come.::she stares off at the horizon and lapses into silence::
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Posted: Wed Feb 22, 2006 1:21 pm
::He was quiet...maybe it was that glimmer of hope when one finds a kindred. She was young, granted, and he was old. But his story was...well...after she spoke there were a moments of silence for both their shed tears before he spoke again.::
I woke up...I had fallen asleep at home in the bushes under a few trees. Pinecombs made my bed, honey and hamburger were on my lips and fingers...I couldnt have been much older than you...
::He shakes his head, a grim smirk on his face. It was joy, it was shame, how pathetic was he to travel down memory lane like this with a strange little girl.::
I still feel the scar from where the car hit me when I woke in the middle of a city...I lost a love...a friends...family...I signed the contract...but we never found my home...not in...83 years...
::He looked at her, her teary eyes, and stared deeo into them. There was power in there, strength...and she would need it. His claw slowly closed into a fist as his heart close into stone. And he spoke.::
That isle is never coming.
::He said it so flatly, so coldly. And started to turn away.::
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Posted: Wed Feb 22, 2006 1:30 pm
Then I will find a new one. ::her eyes dried and a look of determination came across her face:: If I know I will never find my island, my home, my friends, my family, my ::a look of sadness briefly washes over her face but it is gone but a second later and the determination is back:: lover; then I will find my niche in this new world and I will find a way for my spirit to survive. I will not let myself fade into nothingness and let my spirit sit inside a husk of a body until it one day collapses. There is something to do everywhere one goes, good that needs to be reinfused into the world; or at least that is what my mother believed and lived by. And if she could survive 8,000 years by always finding something new to do, someone who needed her help, then so be it so can I. I know it will be hard, you need not tell me that, ::she stares at him hard:: but I won't let myself become a hollowed out person who just sits and stares into nothingness everyday in hope that one day he will look out and truly feel nothing.
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Posted: Wed Feb 22, 2006 1:36 pm
Keep that spirit. Keep fighting...
::He stopped. His fists clenched. His back turned and not a glimpse for his eyes dare look at her.::
You need not tell me that one should fight, I've fought all my life. I sailed across Gaia longer than you've sailed in messy undies...
::His fist raised up and slammed into the railing beside him, breaking and cracking it in about half a feet. His claw opened and ripped up the broken wood and tossed it overboard before spitting out his final comment.::
Earth is never coming...I'll never hear Gaia's voice again.
::There was no pause, he hated anger. And he hated both this Gaia and the other for letting him be tossed her. But he ignored could always shove his anger away, as he started to walk away.::
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