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Posted: Tue Oct 26, 2004 9:48 pm
*Hart spots the city from a ways away. He raises an eyebrow glancing over the glittereing chrome, then shrugs and continues walking toward it.*
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Posted: Tue Oct 26, 2004 9:57 pm
*Finally finds her way to the Library. Mastema apperently wasn't kidding when he said it was abandoned. There was dust, and broken shelves throut the entire level. Nana stands there a moment, taking it all in*
Its... so big! A library... a study...
*Nods*
Alright. I can do this.
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Posted: Tue Oct 26, 2004 9:59 pm
*Gets closer to the city and glances around, causiously.* "'Ello?"
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Posted: Tue Oct 26, 2004 10:02 pm
*Walks over to one of the smaller shelves, and rights it then looks to all the others in the room in the same condition*
*huff* Little steps...
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Posted: Tue Oct 26, 2004 10:06 pm
*Hart glances at the shimering buildings the glances around once again.* "Yna oui landyeh drec ec dra bmyla? ... ? Famm? Yhcfan sa!" *He looks a bit confused then glances back up at the Citadel.*
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Posted: Tue Oct 26, 2004 10:10 pm
*There's a computer on a table not to far away, it seemed to be functional. Nana walks over*
Hmm? A 3d floor-plan? This could be useful. ^_^
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Posted: Tue Oct 26, 2004 10:34 pm
((Sorry for taking so long getting here ^^; ))
*Mastema appears on one of the levels of the main tower. He sets Than in a bed and turns to leave* Inform me when he awakens *To whom he was speaking was probably the network in the citadel. He hmms to himself as he realizes there is a guest outside. Soon enough, a humanoid mech goes to see this new trespasser*
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Posted: Tue Oct 26, 2004 10:37 pm
((No prob, I knew you were busy.))
"Eh?" *Hart takes a step back as the mech aproaches then leans forward to get a better look at it.* "What's this?"
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Posted: Tue Oct 26, 2004 10:40 pm
*The mech stops and stares at Hart with its single red eye glaring down on him. It seemed to be scanning him or something*
*Mastema heads to thetop floor of the tower*
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Posted: Tue Oct 26, 2004 10:42 pm
*Nana leaves the computer's side for now, and goes back to the bookshelves. They were a mess. Nana closes her eyes for a moment; visualizing the room in her mind. She plots how the room should look. Her eyes open again*
There first.
*She's looking at a huge shelf, that spans to only an inch from the ceiling. That is where the books and scrolls would go. She clears a spot, hoping it will be large enough*
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Posted: Tue Oct 26, 2004 10:43 pm
"A'ight..." *Hart straightens up and clears his throat.* "Ahem... I'm lookin' for Mastema."
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Posted: Tue Oct 26, 2004 10:47 pm
*Huffs lightly, her task for the moment complete. She wonders what Mastema is doing, and when he may return. The computer screen flickers a bit. It catches her attention again. When she walks over the screen has a small window loaded, it reads "Internet active"*
Hmm? ...Internet? The human communication grid?
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Posted: Tue Oct 26, 2004 10:50 pm
*The bot acknowledges the request, but doesn't make any movement. It speaks in a very robotic (think Imac voice xp ) voice*Wait_there.
*Mastema reaches the top floor and turns to a screen* Show me the status of the new arrival
*The display shows Hart through the mechs eye and informs Mastema of his request*
I see. Hmm....*Mastema vanishes only to reappear beside the droid. He says nothing to Hart, just glares* stare
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Posted: Tue Oct 26, 2004 10:54 pm
*Hart looks Mastema up and down and scratches his head.* "Guess that would be you, eh?" *He smirks slightly.* "Ok, let's get down to buissiness... I want your help, well, sorta... I guess... But I can't quite be certain what you might want, so why don'tcha tell me and we'll work from there..."
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Posted: Tue Oct 26, 2004 10:58 pm
hmph stare *He waves his hand an the mech walks off* Stating your request will be the first step in any negotiation with me. I don't grant favors.... stare
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