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 Posted: Sun Oct 19, 2008 8:35 pm
"You don't understand. We're different," Fyrin told her, and she had to believe him, with that tone of voice. He sounded like a little child, every jot and tiddle. "We honestly mean well. You'll be okay." Fyrin adjusted his footing for a fast tackle. She was fast, but if Fyrin could flatter himself, he was clever, and he had friends. Well, allies. Well...
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"I don't care," Paul snapped. "Whatever is so bad, I can find some way to rectify. I'm from a third party. I'm with cyNet. They'll have to let me in, I never directly harmed anyone. I didn't kill him. He lived." Paul sounded desperate. He didn't want this happening again.
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Posted: Sun Oct 19, 2008 8:36 pm
Marco thought for a second. "Oh, that? No no, you misunderstand! That was a figure of speech."
Lowering his hand slightly, he spoke in a softer tone. Unknown to the rest of the team, it was the same tone he used to calm and summon the demons that he ultimately killed and channeled.
"Come on. Calm down a bit, and we can see about getting you satisfied. Mmk?"
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Posted: Sun Oct 19, 2008 8:39 pm
"There are a lot of people running around," she answered with a sigh. "I'm sure one of them will be more helpful." She walked towards a wave of people exiting the airport.
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Posted: Sun Oct 19, 2008 8:42 pm
Fyrin grunted. No, not good. He stepped forward, gathered mana - she had sensed it, she would draw back onto him - but did nothing. Merely gathered magic. No threat, nothing active. "Please don't leave, I was enjoying our conversation," he told her. "I wanted to help you."
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Posted: Sun Oct 19, 2008 8:45 pm
Marco sensed Fyrin's gathering and used to to mask his own, priming it so that it would rip at a second's notice.
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Posted: Sun Oct 19, 2008 8:48 pm
The woman's ears perked up again. She listened carefully and blinked a few times.
Before Marco had realized she had turned, she had tackled him, causing his gathered magic to discharge into the air past her. She was, presently, wrestling his arms to the ground with absurd strength.
((Gone for 20 minutes. Don't leeeaaaave. xd ))
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Posted: Sun Oct 19, 2008 8:53 pm
Fyrin shook his head, and grunted again. No good. The man had gone offensive, not just subtle. Apparently she had sharper sense then they had given her credit for. He reached down and placed a hand on her back. Not in restraint, not in warning, but as a friend might do, with the intent of comforting or calming. "Don't, please. He doesn't mean ill, he's just frightened," Fyrin told her. Hopefully Marco would catch on and not try to rip Fyrin's arms off.
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Posted: Sun Oct 19, 2008 8:55 pm
Marco nodded. "Sorry! Reflex!" His magical energy was spiking and dropping absurdly quickly, as though in fear, but in reality he was skillfully priming and releasing it so that if he should need to, he could subdue her with one hit.
Joe stepped closer, ready to dive/tackle her if he needed to.
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Posted: Sun Oct 19, 2008 9:06 pm
((Crap my chances of having to leave just spiked.))
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Posted: Sun Oct 19, 2008 9:11 pm
"Liars!" she screeched. As Marco's arms pushed out, she threw herself into a sort of reversed dropkick, moving up from the ground to drive him away with a thrust of her legs. As Fyrin was launched backward off the ground, she pulled herself back to Marco by the hands she'd kept gripping his wrists, attending to the task of attempting to bite his arms.
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Posted: Sun Oct 19, 2008 9:13 pm
Fyrin allowed his shield to part and his chest to take the blow; it was not bone-shattering, with a tiny bit of air cushioning. He turned the motion into a graceful backflip, landing quite a few feet away. He sighed. "I don't want to have to stop you. You're going to hurt him," he told her, shaking his head again, his mana still gathered.
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Posted: Sun Oct 19, 2008 9:15 pm
Just in time to meet a flaming punch from Joe.
He aimed to launch her off of Marco and away from Fyrin, but it didn't look like he would be able to force her grip to release. This, however, changed when Marco blasted a bit of force from his wrists as Joe's fist connected, thus creating an almost ideal scenario to launch her off.
((Unfortunately, I have to go soon too.))
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Posted: Sun Oct 19, 2008 9:16 pm
((Hm. Well I'm just BRBing for the moment.))
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Posted: Sun Oct 19, 2008 9:17 pm
((I'll stick around until you guys leave and then start my homework. biggrin ))
The woman was launched back. Her hand caught Marco's opposite as she flew back, bringing him with her and wrenching both their shoulders from their sockets. They landed hard.
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Posted: Sun Oct 19, 2008 9:27 pm
Fyrin stood back a moment. Should he? Ah, heck.
When they landed, Fyrin jumped forward, mana spiking to draw attention, but instead of attacking, he put it into his bandages, trying to make them harder, tougher to break through. He then proceeded to attempt to catch at least an ankle or something in a little coil he snapped at her like a whip.
((Well, I got cake. CAKE!))
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