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Posted: Sun Oct 19, 2008 8:07 pm
Fyrin shook his head. "Is there a cure for this vampirism? I wish I had spent more time above-ground," he commented a little sadly. Hearing Marco's response, he told him, "I was with the demons. I was rather afraid you were going to harm someone." He tucked one loose end of bandage into her arm, then began to turn her around to wind it up. Magically reinforced, it ought to theoretically hold her for at least some degree of time. And if it failed, the survival drive his lord had inspired in him would keep him safe from whatever she could do. He sighed. His lord frequently expected him to be annoyingly independent in situations his skill wasn't set up to match. The demon hunter was fresh. Fyrin had only had a few hours to recharge. His shield had patched itself up essentially fully, but his mana was not at peak and his soul was a little exhausted from no rest. Whatever he intended, Fyrin was at his mercy.
((edited for Joe's post))
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Posted: Sun Oct 19, 2008 8:08 pm
Faster than Fyrin had realized what had happen, she had broken his grip, snapped his wrist, torn the bandage in half, and scooted away.
"Don't touch me," she snapped.
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Posted: Sun Oct 19, 2008 8:14 pm
Even as she moved, Marco let fly another rippling attack, although he significantly decreased its power when he realized she wasn't totally hostile. Still, the attack was enough to send her flying like a ragdoll being broadsided by a truck. "No worries," he said to Fyrin with a smile. "I have excellent aim." This last had an ominous air to it.
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Posted: Sun Oct 19, 2008 8:15 pm
Fyrin cocked his head. "You're not well, in case you hadn't noticed. The light hurts, doesn't it? That's a bad sign, you know," he told her. "I believe we can help." Here was another art he had perfected; he sounded so believable, even as the magic between his bones began to strengthen itself again. Slowly. Irritatingly so. After all the practice he had put into it, he still sucked at fixing bones, which was what he was made of. Some leader he made.
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Posted: Sun Oct 19, 2008 8:17 pm
Before Marco could release his attack, her ears perked up, as if she could hear him collecting the mana. She dodged to the side again, circling around them.
"Help later, satisfaction of thirst now?" she asked.
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Posted: Sun Oct 19, 2008 8:20 pm
"If you'll come with us, the thirst will be satisfied faster," Fyrin told her calmly. "It would be easier that way."
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Posted: Sun Oct 19, 2008 8:21 pm
Marco raised an eyebrow in surprise. "Well. You're certainly quick." Realizing the danger, Joe had already flitted to behind and to the right of her, settled into a combat stance. Marco raised his hand again and nodded to Fyrin. "You can't satisfy your thirst here," he said slowly. Of the three, he was the most experienced, but also the only one currently vulnerable to her thirst. Joe had already shepherded Jacob behind himself, since he was so far unable to fight.
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Posted: Sun Oct 19, 2008 8:23 pm
"Sure I can," she objected. "You said you'd help." She glanced at Joe and Fyrin. "Didn't he say so?"
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Posted: Sun Oct 19, 2008 8:27 pm
((Note: Gonna be away from approximately 10 minutes from now to 30-ish minutes from now. 20 minutes. I assume you can contain your excitement and impatience and not sign off for that long, while we're all here? razz ))
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Posted: Sun Oct 19, 2008 8:28 pm
((Gahh! No!))
Marco looked supremely confused. "What? When did I say that?" Joe shook his head slowly. "I don't recall that either..."
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Posted: Sun Oct 19, 2008 8:29 pm
((FYI, partially because my interest circle is currently occupied, and partially because the story here has died for me, I would like my character to remain phased out of things. When sufficient time has passed within the plot, say, five years... I'll check back in and fabricate some things that Samuel and Gurul did in the meantime. The acquisitions of such in magical potency shall be discussed with Venom in IM/AIM. I will be using meebo.com on my end when the time comes. In reference to grabbing my attention, I would suggest registering on the bay12games forum and PMing me. I have the same username, so no prob there. I visit there about once every two days, here between once every three months to twice a month, at present, so yeah. My RPing is kinda 'meh' right now. I could probably pump out some stuff, but it wouldn't be all that fun for me, so yeah... Peace guys, see ya then.))
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Posted: Sun Oct 19, 2008 8:29 pm
((IMPATIENCE))
Fyrin shook his head. "Your thirst can't be satisfied here, not completely. You need to just come quietly. Relax, it will be better."
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Posted: Sun Oct 19, 2008 8:33 pm
((Damn it, we lost another one!))
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Posted: Sun Oct 19, 2008 8:33 pm
"The last time someone told me to come quietly, they put the bad jacket on me after beating me bloody," she replied. Her voice had lost the lazy tone and cadence. "I don't trust you." She began to walk towards Marco again. The tired voice returned. "You asked if I needed help... that was an offer. I told you how I needed help..."
((DEVATH PLAYS DWARF FORTRESS?!
I'm on Bay12Games as... uh... crap, I don't remember. I'll check Nist Akath for my posts and figure it out sometime soon. xd ))
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