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 Posted: Sun Jan 23, 2005 3:10 am
*The prototype was watching. It knew Nana was uncomfortable. Its eye flashes once*
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Posted: Sun Jan 23, 2005 3:14 am
*Nana was still a little reluctant, but still she was compelled to answer. She nods shortly*
v_v
Y-- yes.
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Posted: Sun Jan 23, 2005 3:16 am
::He was good at this. He had been taught to hunt angels. The prefered method of destruction was a blow below the ribs so that one can push up, and rip their heart out of their body while it still beats. Upon recalling this information his sword glows again, and he tries to use his hand to cover the hilt::
Umm... you seem a bit uncomfortable... maybe I should leave, and talk to you another time... its been a pleasure Ms Nana... be well.
::He bowed slightly as he walked slowly out of the room, and began towards his own lair::
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Posted: Sun Jan 23, 2005 3:22 am
*The prototype's eye stops glowing, watching Tyr leave*
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Posted: Sun Jan 23, 2005 3:23 am
*After Tyrsais left, Nana still felt a little uneasy. Maybe it was Himura, maybe it was the sword. Well, what ever it was still gave Nana the creeps. Her wings loosen and flex in response to her feelings*
sweatdrop Eeh... night.
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Posted: Sun Jan 23, 2005 3:27 am
prototype: *Has no idea what really to do. No commands and no initiative*....... *salutes*
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Posted: Sun Jan 23, 2005 3:30 am
*Nana looks over to the proto-type and smiles lightly. It made her feel slightly better*
^^
It's good to see you up and around again Mr. robot!
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Posted: Sun Jan 23, 2005 3:31 am
prototype: *lowers hand, bowing slightly*
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Posted: Sun Jan 23, 2005 3:35 am
o__o
Hnn...
*Nana stares at the proto-type for a moment pondering*
Hmm... Mastema had said you where under my charge now, but I can't rightly just call you robot or proto-type... Would it be all right if I gave you a name? A... designation?
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Posted: Sun Jan 23, 2005 3:37 am
prototype: *it stands up straight and seems confused for a moment, but it really wasn't shown. It just nods its head in acknowledgement*
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Posted: Sun Jan 23, 2005 3:42 am
*Nana starts pondering names. At first she thinks of a name that belonged to one of her brothers, but no that wouldn't do*
Prototype.... Proto-type.... Proto-- Ah, yes! How about Proto?
*It was simple and un-imaginative, but it would work none the less*
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Posted: Sun Jan 23, 2005 3:44 am
Proto: *For a moment it doesn't respond. Was it actually thinking about the name? Sooner or later, it nods in acceptance of his non-uniform designation*
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Posted: Sun Jan 23, 2005 3:50 am
An old oak tree was sent crashing through the forest that boardered Mastema's citadel. Splinters, chunks of wood, and leaves were sent flying out in all dirrections as Heswina stepped forth. Her eyes were closed and her lips bent down in a frown. Slowly she started for the citadel, hopeing to meet someone there. The earth was sent into up heaval as large stone chunks were picked up, flung a few feet, and crashed violently into the ground. It had no tactical advantage for Heswina, mearly a show to draw some attention.
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Posted: Sun Jan 23, 2005 3:53 am
*Nana stands and steps a little closer, looking over the repair job*
^^
Ah good. Then Proto it is.
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Posted: Sun Jan 23, 2005 3:57 am
Heswina paused, just short of entering the barrier. Her face was pale and blood dripped off her finger tips. Slowly her eyes blinked closed and barely managed to open themselves again. She just stood there, looking into the barrier with glazed eyes, almost entranced.
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