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 Posted: Wed Jun 07, 2006 9:12 pm
"Since when have I ever been a good boy?"
He pulled out the wires leading from his right arm, not caring for the loud beeping coming from the nearby machines.
"Do what you have to... I'm not going anywhere."
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Posted: Thu Jun 08, 2006 6:34 am
She nodded. "I'll hurry."
With that, she went straight to Denise and while her hands were brought in a state enabling the Half-Siren to finally use each finger again, she asked the nurse to wait with bringing the sword back to Vahn until she came back - Lucind knew how much the man was worried and she expected him to be prone to react impulsively and run off taking the next best chance.
Also asking if there was a jogging suit or something similar she could borrow and where she could find fashion shops, Lucind wasn't able to hide the fact both patients planned to check out.
"You see, none of us can hold him back now, thus I think I should rather make sure he gets back to Latent unharmed. - Besides, did they...did Mr. Yaits say anything concerning our return journey?"
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Posted: Thu Jun 08, 2006 11:18 am
"Oh," Denise chided, "I was hoping he'd make a full recovery here, but we have orders to let you two leave whenever you wish. But if you do you have to sign a waiver, because this is against all common sense and not to mention the doctor's orders."
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Posted: Thu Jun 08, 2006 11:47 am
Yaits Lobby The grand lobby of Yaits headquaters, a modern decor area stretching almost half a football field in length and diameter, was filled with pink, purple, and red balloons. In one corner was a hired orchestra, which played classical concertos in the background. The more elite employees of the Yaits corporation were invited for a high class suit and tie affair, and Yaits himself was dressed to the nine. At every sitting area was a refreshment table, and people stood around talking or else took seats in the plush grey sofa's that matched the flooor and walls for the most part. Receptionists still attended all the help counters, in case anyone needed information. Only three journalist were invited, and rarely were they allowed to take pictures. Hugin As he walked forward, calm and composed, he said quite possibly one of the most truthful statements that he'd be saying that night. The rest of it would be acting. "When this is over, I may have to kill him. He's done too much harm to be kept alive. I don't think I can even seal him away." A man wearing mostly black entered the building. His sportsbike was outside, parked in the nearby lot. Next to him was a seemingly young girl, only about age eight. It had been three days now, and Evan White had delivered on his promise. However, he wasn't without a backup plan, just in case things went shitty. Let's do this. Yaits, in a blue suit with a sporty jacket, was standing amidst the center of the action, drink in hand, and being quite sociable when they entered. "Melissa," Yaits said without thinking. He excused himself politely when he saw that his guest of honor had arrived. As he approached, his eyes seemed to soften, slightly, almost unnoticeable, only for a moment though and they were back to the shifty, calculating eyes of a master manipulator. "Thank you so much for coming, Mr. White. My appreciation could never be expressed by mere words." Yaits said, "I hope this gathering finds you well? Don't look so dour though, feel free to mingle. If you behave yourself, maybe I'll show you around.""Melissa," Yaits said smiling, "I take it you've been well taken care of. Come here and give your father a hug."
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Posted: Thu Jun 08, 2006 12:22 pm
EdwardYaitsIII "Oh," Denise chided, "I was hoping he'd make a full recovery here, but we have orders to let you two leave whenever you wish. But if you do you have to sign a waiver, because this is against all common sense and not to mention the doctor's orders." "I know. But at least I can take care of him in case the pain gets worse or there're other complications. Maybe you can give me painkillers or the like." She looked at the blank Denise put on the table, carefully moving her fingers, stretching and curling them. "He has to sign it, right?"
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Posted: Thu Jun 08, 2006 12:59 pm
"Yep, you know how these things are," she smiled, "Anyway, I'm sure you can get a ride, just call in the transport division, I'm sure you'll get the VIP treatement wherever you go. I'll get your prescriptions ready."
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Posted: Fri Jun 09, 2006 1:53 pm
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Posted: Sat Jun 10, 2006 2:34 pm
Quote: He excused himself politely when he saw that his guest of honor had arrived. As he approached, his eyes seemed to soften, slightly, almost unnoticeable, only for a moment though and they were back to the shifty, calculating eyes of a master manipulator. Unfortunately, the master manipulator was now face-to-face with the master tactician. And the Ravens were capable of reading body language to the utmost degree, no matter how slight. But his facial expression did not change upon seeing the shift in his adversary's gaze. Nevertheless, he filed the information in his mind for later. Quote: "Thank you so much for coming, Mr. White. My appreciation could never be expressed by mere words." "Glad I could help." Quote: Yaits said, "I hope this gathering finds you well? Don't look so dour though, feel free to mingle. If you behave yourself, maybe I'll show you around." "It is an honor to be invited. And don't worry- I'll be a good boy."
That was true enough. It was a barely restrained control over his battle instincts, though. But Yaits didn't need to know that, did he? Besides, if he tried to read him, he'd run dead into the equivalent of a six inch thick steel wall. And that was only the first problem... All mental defenses were in place, and his face held the mask of a smile. Calm. Serene. He almost seemed happy to be freed from his desk job. Then again, the fight was taking place behind desks.
He hated that. His sword needed to be used here, but it couldn't. Not yet. Quote: "Melissa," Yaits said smiling, "I take it you've been well taken care of. Come here and give your father a hug." This was it, then. She'd have to think fast. The only thing the Raven could do was wait. Yaits probably had every legal right to take her away, though it was most definitely for a... lower purpose. Then again, Evan had a few cards too. However, it was most certainly out of the question to show his hand when the game had just started.
Be strong, Melissa. I sure hope this plan of yours works.
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Posted: Sat Jun 10, 2006 7:10 pm
Mellisa stayed quiet, hanging on to Evan's pant leg like a frightened little girl until this word escaped Yait's lips. Father! She was three years older than Sallea! Her Jaw sort of dropped as her arm fell from Yaits pant leg and her face turned red. She went forward, slowly, carefully, standing in front of his outstretched arms. "You're not my father, moron!" she yelled, kicking him in the shin as hard as she could before running back behind Evan as fast as she could and sticking out her tongue for everyone to see.
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Posted: Sat Jun 10, 2006 10:48 pm
And Evan quirked an eyebrow as Melissa retreated. That was... interesting. Still, he paid it no mind. It'd be a testament to his patience if Yaits could withstand this. Not to mention that she had a point- he was not her father. Melissa's real parents had their memories erased. Wiped clean. They did not remember having a child.
Ever.
Evan's face still remained impassive. What he wanted was to laugh and scream in outrage at the same time. It angered him to no end, what Yarneth was willing to do in order to make the world his playing field. Still, the Raven remained ever guarded over both thoughts and emotions.
"Play nice, Melissa. We're guests. I'm sure that was certainly uncalled for."
Now, what he was waiting for were the events that he had sent his agents to resolve to play out. He was certain that they would come out all right... Because this was their last shot.
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Posted: Sun Jun 11, 2006 12:15 pm
Yaits doubled over, wrapping a hand around his bruised shin before standing without putting too much weight on the leg she just kicked. Was it for show, or had she possibly caught him with his guard down and actually inflicted some physical damage?
People were snickering, they were laughing and making comments behind his back. What was Melissa trying to accomplish with this, as far as he could tell this little charade served no purpose.
"The changes recently have been rather hard on the poor girl," Yaits explained, stretching his collar, "I didn't expect this would be an easy homecoming. Please, you two, enjoy the festivities. Melissa, if you want to talk, just ask, I'll wait."
With that Yaits ignored his other guests and quietly walked to the elevator that led to the balcony on the roof of the building. Since it was blocked off by arm gaurds, one would need permision to join him.
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Posted: Sun Jun 11, 2006 12:51 pm
Melissa hung close to Evan, talking to no one, and looking at floor, her hand shook as she clutched Evan's shirt. "I'll go talk to him later," she said, "Will you come with me?"
~Shortly Afterwards~
Evan would receive a tap on the shoulder from behind, a gentle nudge that wasn't in the least bit threatening. A small woman with long red hair was standing behind him. Bright red eyes that contrasted with her dark blue gown taking in the scenery. She emanated a radiant aura of feminine sophistication as she leveled Evan and Melissa pleasant smile. Adaire's cheeks were almost rosy enough to match her eyes, even though she wore next to no make-up.
"How could you boys throw a party and forget to invite me?" she asked.
She had no intention of causing a fight, but it wasn't in her nature to hide in the background forever.
I'm so going to catch hell for this later.
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Posted: Sun Jun 11, 2006 1:48 pm
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Posted: Mon Jun 12, 2006 2:08 pm
Quote: Melissa hung close to Evan, talking to no one, and looking at floor, her hand shook as she clutched Evan's shirt. "I'll go talk to him later," she said, "Will you come with me?""Certainly. Let's try and have a good time."
And yet, deep in his mind...
That kick... Quote: Evan would receive a tap on the shoulder from behind, a gentle nudge that wasn't in the least bit threatening. A small woman with long red hair was standing behind him. Bright red eyes that contrasted with her dark blue gown taking in the scenery. She emanated a radiant aura of feminine sophistication as she leveled Evan and Melissa pleasant smile. Adaire's cheeks were almost rosy enough to match her eyes, even though she wore next to no make-up. "How could you boys throw a party and forget to invite me?" she asked. She had no intention of causing a fight, but it wasn't in her nature to hide in the background forever. I'm so going to catch hell for this later.Thing about that thought was, Evan had picked it up handily. And yet, he said nothing. It wasn't that she was in trouble. It was just that she hadn't come soon enough. If she had seen what he had, she'd be aiming at Yarneth by now. That was both good and bad.
"My apologies," he said without turning. After a few brief moments of silence, he spoke in a tone low enough so that only Red and Melissa could hear. "He can be hurt. If he can be hurt -Feel pain... he can bleed. If he can bleed, he can die."
He turned towards Red with a stern expression on his face.
"This is what you've been trained for. Can I count on you when the time comes?"
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Posted: Tue Jun 13, 2006 5:16 am
Standing in the room, he removed the last of the bandages from his right arm, letting the blackened and damp material hit the floor.
"...."
Just a little further I keep telling myself... just a little more.
He flexed the arm a bit, before pulling off the hospital gown completely, not liking the sensation of wearing such a thing... hopsitals really put him off.
And the contempt inside me can be squandered...
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