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 Posted: Thu Feb 22, 2007 10:28 pm
*Bard looks at him funny* Okay, maybe the song is before your time. It was called "1999..."
That's a clue, by the way.
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Posted: Thu Feb 22, 2007 10:36 pm
*For a moment the room blurs. Bard was at the end of December. Luke stares at Bard, wide-eyed. His face has gone ashen.* What day is it?
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Posted: Thu Feb 22, 2007 11:00 pm
It's Christmas.... Is... is something wrong?
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Posted: Thu Feb 22, 2007 11:05 pm
*Luke stares at Bard, frowning deeply and mouth parted open. He stays that way for a few long moments. It's Christmas Day. December 25, 1999.*
*...Was this really happening?*
*Luke swallows reflexively and pushes up from his chair.* Bard, you have to take me to your time.
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Posted: Thu Feb 22, 2007 11:07 pm
*blinks* ... Sure, Luke... we can plan some kind of outing, or...
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Posted: Thu Feb 22, 2007 11:15 pm
*Luke's mind races as he heads straight for the door, waiting for Bard to follow.* No, you... *Luke's face has paled and he can feel himself beginning to sweat.* You don't understand. Something... Something happens...
*Luke blinks something away and says.* And I'll tell you about it, but I have to get to your time - right now - before I fade.
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Posted: Thu Feb 22, 2007 11:23 pm
* Bard only thinks about it for a moment* All right.
*he rises from his seat and follows Luke to the door. This time, the brink isn't going to fade him before he has a chance to help a friend*
We'll go to my time. I'll make my apologies to Mo, and then we'll go back to my place and get this all straightened out. Sound good?
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Posted: Thu Feb 22, 2007 11:25 pm
*Luke's waiting by the door. He doesn't look well at all.* Yeah. Great. Let's go.
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Posted: Thu Feb 22, 2007 11:29 pm
*Bard casts him a worried glance, grabs his key from the rack, and fits it into the lock. He opens the door, and the two of them step through*
**Exit Bard and Luke to Bard's Time, 32**
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Posted: Thu Mar 01, 2007 4:29 pm
Fading in with chin in hand and leaning against...something, Janani lets out a bored sigh. After she does, the fact that there is no more counterbalance for her weight (which has also sharply increased from her "human" form) causes her to nearly fall to the floor. Luckily for the nearby table and chairs, she catches herself. Blinking, she holds close to WhiteRose.
Oh... Heh. It's been a while. Wonder if I'll see anybody this time.
She can't decide wether to smile or worry.
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Posted: Sun Apr 01, 2007 7:35 pm
*Ezekiel Gunsinger fades soundlessly into the brink..... he is walking.. hunched slightly fiorward... knees bent and moveing heel to toe so that all his weight is evenly distributed..... he stops as the vision of the man he was following gives way to the sky-less...ground-less... tavern-like chamber that is the Brink of Time's main room..... his eyes narrow and he makes his way to the bar. moveing to his usual vantage point.... where he can see the entirety of the room... and no one cand catch him off guard...
He lights a cigarette and waits*
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Posted: Sun Apr 01, 2007 7:42 pm
Felicity fades in soon after, sitting casually at a table and looking off into the distance as if watching the goings-on across the room. Of course, once the goings-on disappear she realizes there is only one place she could be. She glances around to make sure she's not mistaken and sighs. Well, could be worse.
She notices Gunsinger near the bar and nods a slight greeting. "Evening, Mr. Gunsinger."
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Posted: Sun Apr 01, 2007 7:53 pm
*Gunsinger tips his hat curtly with a:*
Ma'am.
*then shifts his position. Not an imediatly threatening gesture but one that gives the impression of a housecat who has just quietly sited a mouse.
His eyes meet hers and his right hand drifts about halfway down his side...... he'd unstrung his hammer before he got here.. while following that slack-jawed yokel as he headed to the caverns where his boss, Gunsinger's target, was hideing out. Its not that he didn't trust Felicity...
...He just didn't trust anybody*
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Posted: Sun Apr 01, 2007 8:04 pm
Felicity notices the gesture, not sure what to make of it just yet but becoming a bit more uneasy as she watches Gunsinger. Still, she tries not to let it show. As far as she knows, there's still no reason for him to be suspicious of her, and she doesn't plan on giving him one. She tries to continue with the conversation normally.
"So, how have things been with you? Still breathing?"
She smirks slightly at the last part, intending it as a joke-- though not sure how he'll react.
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Posted: Sun Apr 01, 2007 8:13 pm
*He takes a long drag on his cigarette and exhales the smoke.. nice and slow.. as if to illustrate his current state of resperatory function*
Reckon it would me hard enough saying "ma'am" if I wern't.
*he takes another drag.. shorter this time.. before saying:*
Still dealing cards?
*There was a stress on the word dealing that was a bit unneccesary*
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