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 Posted: Sat Aug 04, 2012 9:46 pm
 "I don't know what you're talking about," she breathed, moving to sit on a stone bench to adjust her the bottom of her flowy dress. "Watering system? Automated weeding? Well, I suppose I don't own the garden. You may do as you wish. Just...don't do anything to or for the roses. They're mine. I planted them, helped them grow, and they are my little labors of love. If you are going to industrialize this garden, do be careful. If anything, this garden is my safe haven while I'm at this campus." Her hand absently reached up to pet the rose in her hair, helping it bloom just a bit more and brightening the color. Beside her grew a poppy, which she picked. Standing, Galatea tucked it behind his ear, smiling. "The Gaelic Lugh would steep his bloodthirsty spear in a sleeping draught that included fresh pounded poppy seeds. The poppy itself symbolizes loyalty and faith between lovers. Perfect for the Irish, is it not?" After being sure that it wouldn't move, she backed away, plucking a daisy from the ground and kissing it softly. It immediately responded, turning red, blue, purple, until it finally returned to white. She chuckled, setting it in the wicker basket that had appeared on the bench.
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Posted: Sat Aug 04, 2012 10:11 pm
Lugh pulled the poppy out of his ear.
I hold neither spear nor loyalty to any but myself. I am also not bloodthirsty, nor am I a Celtic sun god. I'm not even Irish. I was born on a small island off the coast of Atlantis. My mother died during childbirth. I wasn't given a name. I was just called Boy at the orphanage on Atlantis. When I ran away from home, I found a book full of names, and I just picked one that sounded good. Eventually I picked a last name for myself as well, but that's not important.
He set the poppy on the roof ledge and walked to the door.
Don't worry. Your garden is safe. I won't set my machines to work on it. It won't be as beautiful then, and that's the way it should stay.
He closed the door behind him and headed down to his motorcycle.
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Posted: Sat Aug 04, 2012 10:21 pm
She ran after him, holding the basket firmly in the crook of her elbow. "Wait, Lugh, can you do something for me?" Galatea moved a bit closer, less than a foot away. "I don't have any methods of transportation, and I can't transport while I'm on campus. Can you...can you take me to the flower hill? I can tell you how to get there, I just really don't want to walk."
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Posted: Sat Aug 04, 2012 10:32 pm
Lugh stopped in the stairwell and listened to her speak, then replied without turning back.
I drive a motorcycle. Your poor flowers wouldn't hold up against the wind. But if you want, I can give you a ride. I have a spare helmet you can use.
He continued to walk down the stairs.
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Posted: Sat Aug 04, 2012 10:38 pm
Smiling softly, she followed after him silently. After a few minutes, she was mentally begging him to speak, only capable of handling silence for so long. "So, how old are you?" she asked, her sweet voice filling the stairwell.
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Posted: Sat Aug 04, 2012 10:44 pm
I'd already seen dozens of centuries come and go when Atlantis sank into the ocean. I was actually there to see it go. I was on a boat, headed back to the island to see how much had changed since I had left it. Suddenly, the captain of the boat started shouting, I ran out onto the deck, and we all watched as the great island nation sank beneath the waves. It was over in minutes. So you tell me, does my age really matter if I'm that old?
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Posted: Sat Aug 04, 2012 11:25 pm
gaia_nitemareleft ◊Ⓣravis Ⓣouchdown◊ gaia_nitemareright
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Travis pulled himself from up from the railing. He had been hanging from it barely for the past ten minutes unconcious.... "Security is tough in this school.... That punk sure had a punch..." He flipped over the railing and landed onto a grassy flat. "Ahhh, out of the frying pan and into paradise!" He smiled as he felt the warm sun hit his face, which was good since he could not feel the rest of his body.
"There is so many pretty girls too..... I guess being security for this place could not be so bad.... Specially if it has places like this...." He said starting to feel a little napish.
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Posted: Sun Aug 05, 2012 5:46 am
She was silent for a few minutes, then sighed and reached up to again carress the beautiful flower in her hair. "Or you could have just said really old. I'd accept that too," she said. "You really need to loosen up. Everything about you screams tense and irritated. Don't you see light in this world?" Her smile returned, accompanied by confusion in her eyes. "Don't you find beauty in life?"
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Posted: Sun Aug 05, 2012 5:58 am
I'm an inventor, and I'm part machine. I find beauty in the way polished copper shines, in the way silver looks. I find beauty in the way a well oiled machine runs. I don't find beauty in life, I find beauty in the artificial.
They stepped outside and he led the way to his motorcycle.
Your flowers are pretty yeah, but they don't do anything for me. They're just for show, a decoration if you will. I don't look at a rose and see the complex beauty that lies within it's supple petals, or however you wanna describe it. Give me a jet engine though.
He hissed between his teeth and smiled.
Now that right there is beauty.
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Posted: Sun Aug 05, 2012 6:14 am
Galatea took a deep breath, setting her hand on the seat of the motorcycle and biting back the sass she knew was dying to burst out. "I find beauty in people, as well. Don't you ever look at a woman after you've made love to her and seen the glow of her body?" she asked, her dress fluttering slightly in the warm breeze. "Machinery is beautiful, true. But you can't make love to a machine. There is no complex beauty in a rose. Only simple beauty. Look at me. I'm not gorgeous, or thin, or tall, or even graceful. Yet I still manage to be seen as beautiful. Why? Because my beauty is so simple, so easy, that it makes me what I am. It's the same with my flowers."
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Posted: Sun Aug 05, 2012 6:23 am
Babe, I've been alive for over fourteen-thousand years and I still haven't made love to a woman. I've never been in love. I've never stayed in one place long enough to find someone. If you really want to know, I've only had sex maybe ten times in my entire life, and I was too drunk to remember what happened for all of them. And since I lost my arm, well, let's just say I'm what most people would call repulsive. So you'll have to forgive me if I don't see things from your point of view.
He handed her the spare helmet, then put his on, effectively ending the conversation since he couldn't be heard through it. He climbed onto the motorcycle and started it up, then waited.
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Posted: Sun Aug 05, 2012 3:43 pm
"You are only repulsive to women because of the air you have: an air of anger, frustration, and the inability to allow yourself to be vulnerable enough to fall in love," she more to herself than him, straddling the bike and slipping the helmet on. "AND DON'T CALL ME BABE!"
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Posted: Sun Aug 05, 2012 9:11 pm
gaia_nitemareleft ◊Ⓣravis Ⓣouchdown◊ gaia_nitemareright
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Travis was enjoying the cloudy-sunny view of the sky when he noticed the pain in his stomach. "Oh man...." He looked around until he saw a blueberry bush that was lined up against the railing. At least he thought it was a blue berry bush.
"Haha! I think that should do the trick!" Travis found that his arm was now able to move, and he used it to pull out his beam sword, and lengthened out the rod. Keeping it off, he used the rod as a hook and grabbed onto the railing using it, pulling himself towards the blueberry bush.
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Posted: Sun Aug 05, 2012 10:59 pm
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Travis pulled himself closer to the bush, that kid really did a number on him, but Travis would bouce back as usual. What was really on his mind was feeding himself. He had ten american dollars, which meant next to nothing here, and he hadn't eaten in hours. Last time he ate, it was fruit stolen from a peach tree. He wasn't proud about it.
Travis bit into the bush, chowing down on mostly twigs and leaves. Dammit, this was so embarrasing! As he tried to get something more berry-like, his rod suddenly wanted to close, and Travis was pulled back over the railing. "Aghffft!!" Travis muffled a yell as he flew into the lower buildings window with mouth full of berry bush.
((Exit))
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Posted: Mon Aug 06, 2012 12:27 am
Lugh checked to make sure she was on properly before slowly driving the motorcycle off the parking lot. Once he hit the road, he floored it, driving off the road and into the grass. The speedometer began to climb rapidly, approaching speeds of almost four-hundred miles an hour on the way to Flower Hill.
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