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 Posted: Sun Mar 23, 2008 8:42 pm
She didn't really understand what was the big deal about this whole situation. What was there in her world that was all that outstanding? The technology? Sure, it made things a lot more convient, but the world was practically dead. It was always moving, never stagnent. There was hardly room to breathe, and everything was carefully watched over. Her world was the world where her mother sold her to the Clover Project. Why would she have any sentimental thoughts of her world? The only thing she had sentimental thoughts or feelings about was her friend, Oura and her lover who helped her escape the world she lived in safely.
"I like progress, but why would I want to build a lab here? I don't quite understand...What is there to do with that lab? Make more technological advances so it can be like my world? I don't think you quite understand the extent of the world I lived in or my place in that world," Her shoulders shrugged lightly, "This world is better than my world, I don't need to change it using force."
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Posted: Mon Mar 24, 2008 7:08 am
Jabril sighed. Those wings, those beautiful wings- why must they be attached to such a strange personality? His jaw clenched and his tails snaked with agitation.
"M'na changin' anythin' using force. M'building' somethin' I c'n be proud of. T'is the only way a male like me c'n be safe."
Tsk- this was a waste of time. The femme wasn't going to fall for his bait, and she was too narrow-minded to appreciate his work, just like the other fools that waddled around the HQ making puppy eyes at each other.
Jabril turned around and walked away.
"Suit yuirself an' find another guide, then." He called over his shoulder.
Stupid- he needed a beer or five. All that wasted potential left a sour feeling in his gut.
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