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 Posted: Sat Dec 12, 2009 5:09 pm
Emma cast a fervent glance towards the door, sighing and trying to comb even more tangles out of her hair.
"Indeed. The best we can hope for is that they are at least cordial. If I get called a Darkling one more time I will show them what I can do when I get angry..."
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Posted: Sat Dec 12, 2009 5:13 pm
"Technically you do quali-" Farskon stopped talking, and sighed not wanting to make Emma angry. He closed his eyes and felt high soul energy in one direction. He ended up going down a few hallways, and then saw someone enter a room, and closed the door.
He knocked. And then almost instantly he heard a sort of latch being put on the door.
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Posted: Sat Dec 12, 2009 5:16 pm
DON'T. EVEN--
Scribbler stopped herself.
Then, she slunk out of the room as well, moving silently and catching up with the slight paladin.
"That him?" came the whisper.
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Posted: Sat Dec 12, 2009 5:20 pm
Emma caught up with Farkson as well, fighting the urge to kick down the door and kick a few other things into submission.
The insult still left her with a twinge of annoyance verging on anger.
"I should hope so."
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Posted: Sat Dec 12, 2009 5:26 pm
"Hello?" Farskon called. He knocked again, and then it was very quiet.
"It's a Seven alright, but I don't think we'll get this one to open the door, not willingly anyway."
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Posted: Sat Dec 12, 2009 5:28 pm
"...I hope this isn't a washroom stall," Scribbler blurted of a sudden.
It had just occured to her it might be.
But on the off chance that it wasn't, she turned to Farskon, an idea forming already.
"Maybe use the other way to communicate?"
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Posted: Sat Dec 12, 2009 5:32 pm
"M-maybe, but how?" He replied to Scribbler with a raised eyebrow.
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Posted: Sat Dec 12, 2009 5:32 pm
Emma closed her eyes, concentrating on channeling her nervous energy and anger into something else.
Some yards away, an amphora full of water froze solid.
"Whatever works."
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Posted: Sat Dec 12, 2009 5:36 pm
"The same way you talk to me in my head."
She was getting just the slightest bit irritated now, the meshwork fluctuating with every small wave her emotions made.
It almost felt accidental the way one tendril reached out into the room. A little reckless...but hey, better than her other ideas.
Excuse me, Sir or Madam...could we have a word with you?
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Posted: Sat Dec 12, 2009 5:38 pm
Emma's foot started tapping again of its own accord as the nearby amphora continued to get colder.
"It couldn't possibly be a woman. We have more common sense."
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Posted: Sat Dec 12, 2009 5:42 pm
"That's pretty sexist," Farskon, replied absent mindedly. More to himself than to Emma.
For a while nothing happened, then.
There was no coherent reply, but they did receive a blast of soul energy in their minds. The blast of soul energy nearly stopped their hearts; it did wipe their minds of whatever they were thinking.
Though, the mental assault; seemed to be more motivated by fear, and shock. Rather than hatred, or annoyance.
[My point exactly, Nazzy I did say nearly ]
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Posted: Sat Dec 12, 2009 5:46 pm
[...I'm going to disregard the part about the heart stopping because we'd all be DEAD.
...No, the comma meant that he stopped their hearts completely.
'the blast of soul energy nearly stopped their hearts; it did wipe their minds of whatever they were thinking.'
That would make better sense.]
"Common sense? Depends on who you talk to-"
The mind went blank...but the connection remained, absorbing the energy and growing stronger.
She woke what seemed like a moment later, knowing full well now that there was an Original in there...and was unwilling to back down now.
Please, we're looking for a little information, Sir.
It was actually half an hour, but who was counting.
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Posted: Sat Dec 12, 2009 5:50 pm
There was the strange feeling of the universe bending in on itself the moment Emma's heart stopped, and there was a glimmer of silver from down the hall that quickly faded into the shadows.
The enchantress got back on her feet in a matter of moments, looking furious.
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Posted: Sat Dec 12, 2009 5:55 pm
The response did not seem to comprehend Scribblers response, and sent another wave of energy. The group all felt extreme pain in their chests, and minds.
"Aaaaaugh!" Farskon cried out."What'd you tell the Seven?!"
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Posted: Sat Dec 12, 2009 5:57 pm
"...that we were looking for information."
****.
That wasn't projected; the tendril had retreated, clearly burnt and defeated.
"Y'know what? This is ridiculous. We're not here to hurt you or anything,"
she called out.
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