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 Posted: Wed Jan 13, 2010 9:12 pm
Monty didn't respond, acting indifferent and then stood up, pacing. He needed to stop this and act normal instead of caring for the now mute, Kalore. He went to sit down and muttered up all of his indifference and treat Kalore like everyone else. That meant with distance.
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Posted: Wed Jan 13, 2010 9:17 pm
After about forty-five minutes, Kalore came out. He was in cloth loose pants that barely stayed on his hips and a wife-beater. The elf looked damn good, especially with his hair wet and hanging down his back. Stretching, more of him was seen as he flopped down on the couch, nodding to Monty.
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Posted: Wed Jan 13, 2010 9:29 pm
Monty looked up at Kalore and nodded to him, his indifference back on his handsome features. The demon returned his attention to his weapons but inwardly had to admit that Kalore was very impressive to look at. Though why his thoughts would go there was beyond him. Putting down one of the weapons, Monty took down his hair tie and run a hand through his hair, letting it fall on his back and some over his shoulder. He looked pretty damn good for a dangerous demon.
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Posted: Wed Jan 13, 2010 9:31 pm
Head cocked to the side, Kalore allowed himself to wonder; How in the hell did Monty get his hair that awesome? He remembered playing with it to distract hum, and the elf remembered that that was a bad thing. But it was still fun. He took his notebook and wrote, "How do you get your hair like that? It's awesome."
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Posted: Wed Jan 13, 2010 10:03 pm
Monty looked up at Kalore and shrugged. "I don't do anything to it. I guess it's naturally like this." He said, really not knowing how awesome his hair is without hair products. Then it reminded him of Kalore playing with his hair and how he didn't burn the elf on the spot for it. 'This is your sub-conscience speaking. The only reason why you didn't burn him was because you liked it and he was massaging a sensitive spot there.' Mentally rolling his eyes he sent back to work, trying to figure out why he even had a sub-conscience.
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Posted: Thu Jan 14, 2010 4:47 am
After a few blinks, Kalore sensed that something was off, but what it was he didn't know. Sighing, the elf went back into the couch, once again lying down and tracing the ceiling. His thoughts roamed to many things; Zaine's treatments, Lucien, Eldin, Rave of course, but then he thought about Monty. Why? He really didn't know. More than likely Kalore was thinking of that because he just wasn't sure on what to do with the demon.
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Posted: Thu Jan 14, 2010 5:37 pm
After finishing up all his work, Monty felt completely useless. There wasn't a mission for him or jobs to make up in the city that would kill time and there wasn't any enemies on this side to really be killing. There weren't any females that he wanted to bed because this wasn't the place and he liked to take his time on that. So, for the first time in all his life he had nothing to do and that was just...Sad, in his mind. He sighed and rested his chin on his hand and began to think about what else to do but he couldn't think for long because all his thoughts would end up about Kalore.
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Posted: Thu Jan 14, 2010 5:44 pm
Eyes closing, the elf found himself automatically speaking in elvish, only without the vocal words. It was a song that he knew, one of the ones that his mother always sang to him. Translated it came out meaning 'My child, my love. My heart, my hope. Through the horrors of life, through the joys of our time...We continue to fight for another day.' When sung in the natural language, it was slightly longer and much prettier. It was a shame that he couldn't voice it...Monty might like i- No. There was no need for those thoughts.
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Posted: Thu Jan 14, 2010 6:07 pm
Monty stood up and put every gun away. He took out his prized sword that was given to him when he was young from his father. It was a broad, long sword made of the strongest metal from the earth's core with the hilt of two dragons face each other and a blood stone on the middle of the sword, making it look like a old fashioned medieval sword. He looked at Kalore with a blank expression and calm voice. "I'm going to be outside if anyone needs me." He said and started walking out with his sword to practice and make himself useful.
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Posted: Thu Jan 14, 2010 6:17 pm
Nodding, Kalore watched him leave, supposed to feel indifference, but for some reason he was feeling...longing? No...there was no way. He and Monty weren't close at all...Maybe in the elevator they were, but not out here...Not in the open. Neither one of them could risk being seen that way...Monty for being seen as soft while Kalore would just be considered the oddball who got the man to be that way.
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Posted: Thu Jan 14, 2010 6:33 pm
Monty walked far away from the Tower but he was still close enough to run to it in a short time but was covered with thick tree's. He took his shirt off and threw it on the ground and rolled to the otherside of the circle of tree's and slashed his sword threw the air. It felt good to be outside and practicing with his sword. It brought his mind to a peace of mind.
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Posted: Thu Jan 14, 2010 6:40 pm
It really sucked to not be able to sleep. Sighing, Kalore leaned back down, mouthing out words to a song that he long ago forgot the name to. It was in some language that was dead to their people, like Latin to Americans. Sighing, the man looked around. Maybe he should go see what he was...No. That would be crowding and that would be bad.
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Posted: Thu Jan 14, 2010 6:56 pm
Monty was now sweating, swinging his sword around with precise movements and perfected lunges. He stopped to breathe and wipe the sweat from his brow and sat down on the ground, laying back. He sort of felt bad for leaving Kalore by himself but he wasn't going to try and befriend the elf. He just couldn't.
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Posted: Thu Jan 14, 2010 7:10 pm
The man was hitting his head on the back of the couch, thankful that he didn't have his voice so that his curses could be heard. The man was cursing himself for wondering about the man. There was no reason why Kalore should try to befriend a demon. Sighing, he jumped up, grabbed the notebook, and went to find said demon.
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Posted: Thu Jan 14, 2010 7:29 pm
Monty sling shot back up and went back into fighting the air. He looked like he was dancing with his sword, as if the weapon was a part of him as the fire he commanded. It was to keep his mind off Kalore but that wasn't helping. Shaking his head he whipped the sword around in wide arches and lunged at the tree's, pretending they were targets.
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