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 Posted: Wed Oct 11, 2006 10:56 pm
*As Luke is catching his breath, he thinks - Daymn. Cora must be eating her ******** Wheaties. Luke guesses they must have thought her that in future cop boot camp...*
*answers her* Well, you're proof of that. *His voice fades along with the rest of him, where -thankfully- he is now exhausted enough to fall asleep.*
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Posted: Wed Oct 11, 2006 11:03 pm
:::Cora sighed as Luke faded out. She was glad that they were done fighting at least. On the bar lie all the strewn about bottle caps from Luke's practice, and Cora thought that it might be a good idea to brush herself up while she was still on a roll.
A good few hours of freezing as many things as possible went down. Then she began to focus on the shards of glass she'd created by dropping the glass earlier, she used her fist to crush them into tiny pieces, then began tossing them around seeing if she could focus them like a spray of deadly shards, immovable and impassable.
For the time being it satisfied her. Cora shortly thereafter returned to the library... both to study theory, and to figure out what the hell a 'Cosmo' was::::
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Posted: Thu Oct 12, 2006 6:54 pm
*Luke's walking through campus, when he fades into the Brink. He appraises the Brink... There's no one around. He looks back to the door out. He considers leaving. He has a lot of s**t to do.*
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Posted: Thu Oct 12, 2006 7:00 pm
**Enter Melliandra**
*Across the room, a young man appears. Dark-haired and olive skinned, he is dressed in European garb, but with a katana strapped to his back. He gazes out ahead of him with his hands resting on a tabletop, his dark eyes somber .... until they fade to a pale blue, and the rest of his features shift until it's Melliandra there, with her usual smirk*
Why, hello, Luke.
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Posted: Thu Oct 12, 2006 7:09 pm
*Luke eyes the newcomer, and then his eyes widen as Melliandra appears in his place. Alright. Apparently she did use magic outside of the Brink. Luke frowns and shifts in place, before walking forward.*
Hello, Melliandra. *He points and has to comment.* ... Or are you going by somethin' else lately?
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Posted: Thu Oct 12, 2006 7:13 pm
I often do, *Melli replies smoothly, inclining her head slightly as she eyes him up and down* Cosimo de Bernardigio at present, but pray, don't feel obliged to use it.
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Posted: Thu Oct 12, 2006 7:19 pm
*nods* That's... very Italian.
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Posted: Thu Oct 12, 2006 7:20 pm
*Melliandra chuckles* As was I, a few moments ago. *she crosses idly over toward the bar*
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Posted: Thu Oct 12, 2006 7:21 pm
*smirks* Not a bad thing to be.
*After a short moment, he walks over behind the bar*
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Posted: Thu Oct 12, 2006 7:28 pm
Not at all, *she concurs* And refreshing, really, after so long in the east. *Melli grins as he joins her in her path to the alcohol*
It seems our priorities coincide, *she teases, motioning to the wide selection of bottles* Does the gentleman have a recommendation?
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Posted: Thu Oct 12, 2006 7:38 pm
*He raises his eyebrows.* .... Well, let's see what we've got.
*He looks through the wine selection. At least here's one area of knowledge where he knows what he's talking about. He smirks when he sees a specific bottle.*
*He takes the bottle out. He tosses it up lightly and catches it so he can read the label.*
*He tries to say it correctly.* Rosso di Montalcino. Speaking of Italy.
*He pours her a glass and pours a smaller glass for himself.*
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Posted: Thu Oct 12, 2006 7:45 pm
Very fitting. *Mell accepts the glass her hands her, studies it a moment, then holds it up* And what shall we drink to, darling?
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Posted: Thu Oct 12, 2006 7:57 pm
I picked the wine. *lifts his glass* I think I'll let you do that.
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Posted: Thu Oct 12, 2006 8:03 pm
*Melliandra tilts her head, a wry sort of smile curving across her face* As you will. *she meets his eyes, but her expression is unreadable as she taps her glass against is* To Karebana Hajime, then, shall we?
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Posted: Thu Oct 12, 2006 8:12 pm
*Luke meets her gaze and studies Melliandra's expression. She hadn't sounded sarcastic. He remembers Melliandra saying that the Seraphim killed the only decent sparring partner she'd found in years. But... that didn't mean she was sincere.*
*Luke nods somberly and drinks a small sip of wine. He keeps himself focused on Melliandra.* You knew her.
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