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 Posted: Sat Dec 12, 2009 5:59 pm
The door opened, and an armored figure strolled out, not noticing the group.
He was a least almost eight feet tall, and was wearing a large helmet. He
lumbered off down a hall.
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Posted: Sat Dec 12, 2009 5:59 pm
Emma fell to her knees, the pain blinding her and overwhelming her senses-
and then it was gone.
And there was a very, very angry sorcerer standing over her.
"Just in time, love." she whispered.
He made a move to charge after the armored figure, but Emma lunged for his ankle and held him back.
"It's not worth it."
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Posted: Sat Dec 12, 2009 6:05 pm
"...Sorry."
For the pain she'd caused...yes.
She wasn't really.
Part of her felt nothing. The other part was screaming. Another was furious.
And the fourth was already racing after the armoured figure, patience forgotten.
The last bits of sanity seemed to have disintegrated for Scribbler.
"Wait!"
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Posted: Sat Dec 12, 2009 6:09 pm
The armored figure froze, and turned very slowly to face Scribbler.
He backed away slowly.
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Posted: Sat Dec 12, 2009 6:11 pm
Scribbler raised her hands slowly in a placatory manner.
"I'm not here to try and hurt you...we just want to talk," she repeated slowly.
Dimly it registered that an Original seemed to be afraid of the group.
"Sorry for invading your space," she said again, trying to be as non-threatening as possible.
It didn't help that another part of her wanted to scream at the armoured man for lashing out so painfully.
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Posted: Sat Dec 12, 2009 6:11 pm
Emma found herself back on her feet and being held with a mixture of gentleness, relief, and-
He was kissing her and she was kissing him, arms and lips and bodies entwined out of nothing more than joy that the other lived.
Nothing else existed for about three seconds.
And then reality came flooding back. There was business to attend to, but they had a little time.
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Posted: Sat Dec 12, 2009 6:18 pm
"An E-elf in fort?" The armored figure muttered hastily, breathing heavily."Not normal...."
"....Battle to...attend to...", The armored figure added dreamily, and then turned his attentions back to Scribbler."You are?"
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Posted: Sat Dec 12, 2009 6:22 pm
"She's a friend," the inkmancer said quickly. And if you hurt her again-- she bit off the thought, turning back to the Original.
"My name is Scribbler. You are one of the Seven, right? ...Sir Roland, possibly?"
Quite tempting to nickname him Roland the Paranoid, but that was another thing for another time.
What are we asking him, anyway, Farskon? she threw the thought backwards at the paladin, the previous encounter having wiped her mind.
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Posted: Sat Dec 12, 2009 6:25 pm
"Roland the Idiot....Seventh to awaken," He said softly, as if someone had, had him recite it.
Oh we got lucky, this is the Seven that will like us. Farskon sent to Scribbler.
When he trusts us enough; we'll ask him where he Domain of Silver Hearts is.
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Posted: Sat Dec 12, 2009 6:27 pm
They were still kissing for about two more minutes, withdrawing only to draw breath. Finally, Emma broke it off, her arms still thrown around his neck and his arms the only thing keeping her on her feet.
"I missed you."
He bent down toward her ear, holding her even closer. "I missed you too."
"It hurt..."
"I know."
"Can we go home?"
"Not yet."
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Posted: Sat Dec 12, 2009 6:32 pm
"Roland the idiot? Why, you don't seem like an idiot to me, sir."
More...spazzy and the type to jump to wrong conclusions, but not an idiot, Scribbler thought.
Huzzah. Maybe you should talk to him, Farsk. I'm not familiar with that at all.
A relapse in the fierce burning pains the panicked paladin had sent caused the girl to wince and cringe, grasping at her chest as if having a heart attack. The adrenaline had dissipated.
"...Certainly not weak, that's for sure," she chokes out.
In the periphery the two nobles were finally getting a chance to heal.
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Posted: Sat Dec 12, 2009 6:39 pm
Roland, shifted nervously; then shivered.
"Wait Roland," Farskon began."We need your help, I need to ask you something."
"After ...battle," Roland decided abruptly, and then turned to Emma, and Hrothbert."You'll... help....us,"
[Gotta go! >.<
I'll be back on some time.
Oh and Emma you might want to interact with Roland to pace up the plot.
He's very important. ]
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Posted: Sat Dec 12, 2009 6:43 pm
((Emma will interact with him after she prevents her own psychological breakdown.))
"If we even can..." Emma said to him, her tone gentle and maternal instincts coming through. A soft corona of silver-violet-blue surrounded the two nobles, and Emma noticed something.
"You're hurt." Her hand drifted towards his chest, slipping under his shirt and waistcoat and feeling something slick underneath her fingers.
"Why didn't you tell me?"
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Posted: Sat Dec 12, 2009 6:54 pm
The leftover ghost pains faded. Scribbler could stand again, and she did so gingerly.
"Battle?"
Ah, right, the war.
"If we can, aye," she agreed.
Provided that magic was working for her again in the field...it was beginning to curdle like an ink bottle left to sit too long.
[Ditto. :3]
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Posted: Sat Dec 12, 2009 6:59 pm
((Gotta run! Back in about 2 and a half hours, if you guys are still on.))
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