Welcome to Gaia! ::

Joe realized a moment later that the Djinni's lack of response was not absence - it was indifference. The Djinni were not concerned with the Cabal. Only the Sages and the Sage off to his side.

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"Do you normally make such demands when violating the Blademaster's noncombat laws?" the swordsman asked.

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"Say nothing of the van of children," Renard's biomantically stimulated voice commanded the warlocks and hunters. He offered no explanation.

((Paul: I know, I know! sweatdrop I've been making that mistake for years now.
Joe: Do you still have that girlfriend? xd
All: Um... Siber kind of has a strength (theatrical, in the char sheet) in displaying his "poker" or "I'm interested" or "get off my case" faces. People looking at him won't see internal debate unless they're psychic. Or delusional. But I suppose characters may have projected themselves psychologically onto Siber, seeing his wariness, and assumed it was from the turn in/don't turn in Samuel conflict, since they also were having such a conflict. That's probably what happened. 3nodding Shouldn't have said anything. biggrin ))

Siber stifled the urge to hiss with a venomous sting at Paul when he first heard the admission. Once the proposition had been made, though, it kind of made sense. Except that Legion would never actually fight Abaddon, not without Josh to take hits for him, and nor would he respond to any sort of hostage situation. He wasn't that kind of... thing. So an alliance based on this would do nothing but take out a few Warlocks, which was still not such a huge blow to Legion. He backed away, nodding in contemplation of the plan as he thought.
Keldan did hiss.
Siber could feel the similarity in this kind of venom to the kind with which Keldan regard Gurul. People, he thought disgustedly.

Keldan seethed. He sighed, and Siber could imagine the man rubbing his eyelids tiredly.

He turned to the newcomers and the screen with the eye, then heard the fly buzz and whipped his head around, glad for an excuse to fall back into his more flighty character. He didn't see anything.

Sam watched the exchange intently, the blood pumping through his veins and in his ears. As Joe took the "hostage" towards the main group, he followed at an increasingly great distance, then saw Paul's lips moving, but heard nothing. That was new.
he grinned to Gurul alone.
in cognito?>

((Whoops, left the rest of Samuel out))

Sam lowered his sword, keeping it down as the others finally entered, and watched silently. There was no need to get involved at this stage.

((Ummm....Mortal Kombat?))

((That's what you said last time. I'm jus' about to get some chopstick action on this fly. xd ))

((Jacob: Good man. xp
Siber: It is, because that is my solution to most everything. ninja
Venom: Indeed. I was just thinking the same.
Let's move the story, please. Venom, just, like, make us go.

On the plane, Joe shifted uneasily, not quite sure of the sturdiness of their alliance.
To keep his mind off it, he turned to Siber. "Hey. Kid." He ruffled his hair playfully. "What do you always mumble about? Like, you know, when you fight?"