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 Posted: Mon Jan 18, 2010 9:35 pm
Monty grumbled a curse and closed his book. Inwardly he felt....Anxious to actually see Kalore again. He took his sword and placed it on his back and stuffed his books into the back pack, not wanting to leave important and highly dangerous books from hell out into the open, especially with a suspicious runt walking about. He nodded at Rave and went to the fourth floor to where Kalore was and entered his room quietly. If Kalore was awake, he would be surprised and possible freaked out that a demon had so much hardware on him.
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Posted: Tue Jan 19, 2010 9:04 am
Rave nodded to the demon in thanks and soon went back to working on the dishes. He really didn’t think that Monty would actually agree to go see Kalore for him, but the elf was glad that he did. A small smile was on his face as he thought about the two. Maybe leaving them together in an elevator was a good thing… Would he ever tell them? Not as long as he liked his head attached to his body…
When Monty entered the room, Kalore didn’t even notice. The poor blonde elf was in so much pain as he curled up into a ball and just stayed there on his side. Zaine had warned him, Rave had warned him, that this would be quite possibly the most painful thing that he had and ever would go through. Kalore believed them, but this was just insane. The elf made sure that there were no tears though, having too much pride to allow that, but they were close to coming.
The Dracokin had said that he was having trouble; Lucien had used some type of magic or incantation that he didn’t know of. But Zaine had found where it was, so there was some hope. Another problem though was that it was spreading, and spreading fast. Just like all spells, there was a time limit before it would be impossible to reverse. That time limit was unknown, but he figured that it was coming up soon. Kalore silently whimpered. Being without a voice wasn’t so bad at first, but now it was really weighing down on him. People have survived, he thought. I’ll survive…I don’t need it… But he knew that that was a lie.
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Posted: Tue Jan 19, 2010 1:54 pm
Gambler arrived in her city and was surprised that she missed it. She missed the life and speed the city had and she smiled. Sure she liked the quiet, calm outdoors but she was so used to this place that it was her very own jungle, only with streets, crazy people and big buildings. She released her guys to go back to their normal lives and she was going back to her's...In the office where she spent her time managing the city and updating important, diplomatic papers with allied cities. At least she could think about Rave to help pass the time.
Monty looked at Kalore and frowned. He kept his guns on him and took his sword resting it next to him. Resting his back pack next to his foot he took out a book and sat down with it, opening it and started writing. Perhaps it wasn't the right time to bother Kalore with words or anything. He was going to be nice enough to not embarass the elf, relaxing back to keep him company until Kalore forced him out.
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Posted: Tue Jan 19, 2010 2:46 pm
At that sound of something sitting down, Kalore froze. Blinking a few times, he looked at his left, wondering what it was. After a few moments he sat up, with some pain, but looked around the room. At first he didn't see anything, Kalore's eyes being purely black, but soon Monty came into his sight. The elf blinked and cocked his head to the side, ignoring how his hair went over his barely covered chest; He had been thrashing and Zaine's claws tend to shred things... "What are you doing here?" was the obvious question in his eyes.
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Posted: Tue Jan 19, 2010 3:46 pm
Monty looked up at Kalore with a raised brow, noting the question in his eyes and shrugged slightly. "I was asked to see if you were okay. From here it looks like it so, I'll let you rest in peace." He said gruffly and slightly uncomfortable in explaining himself to Kalore, well, to anyone.
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Posted: Tue Jan 19, 2010 4:06 pm
Kalore made a move that looked like a scoff at the thought of resting. He was mouthing out mutters to himself, "Please...How can I rest? I'm in f'ing pain, making myself go insane, can't talk, someone is after me, I look around and there's a demon, and added to that...It's physically impossible for me to sleep!" He pouted, but knew that Monty probably didn't catch any of that, or very little, unless the demon was good at reading lips...
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Posted: Tue Jan 19, 2010 5:11 pm
Monty was very good at reading lips. He made it his business to know what a person said in every way possible other than reading their mind. He stood up straight and narrowed his eyes at the elf. "If you don't want the concern of anyone then just say it. I won't be wasting my time here then." He shoved his book into the pack back and turn his gaze away. "I will be going home then." He growled lowly. He picked up his sword and equiped it.
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Posted: Tue Jan 19, 2010 5:23 pm
Blinking, Kalore slapped his forehead and sighed, getting up, shaking badly as well, to get to him. "Monty..." Nothing was said but he placed a shaking hand on the demon's shoulder. He figured that Monty was going to hate him for that, but he didn't really know exactly what he said to make him mad, but more than likely it was the 'looked around and saw a demon' thing... "Sorry..." Muttering that, Kalore didn't notice that his hand never left his shoulder.
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Posted: Tue Jan 19, 2010 5:50 pm
Monty looked at Kalore from the corner of his eye and grumbled a curse. "Get back in bed, elf. Your not fit to be walking around." He, with the upmost gentleness, he took Kalore's hand away from his shoulder and lead him back to bed. "Now sat there and try to rest." He grumbled.
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Posted: Tue Jan 19, 2010 5:55 pm
"But..." Kalore sighed, knowing that there was no point in arguing so he just sat down and sighed again. He looked at the demon and then looked confused, mouthing out, "Why are you here?" After a few seconds, he blinked and spoke again, "Not objecting though. Peoples are nice." Well...Would a demon be considered a person though? Of course, moron.
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Posted: Tue Jan 19, 2010 6:15 pm
Monty stepped away from Kalore and looked at him. With all his hardware he looked like he was ready for battle but really he liked the feel of steal against his skin, knowing that he can use it quickly. "Everyone left to the city, I was ordered to stay here. For what? I don't know or care. Rave asked me to check on you, I see that your alive. Good." He said with a nod.
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Posted: Tue Jan 19, 2010 6:27 pm
Nodding, Kalore was sitting on the bed with his head propped up on his hand. "Barely..." At the comment of being alive, the elf shivered slightly as he remembered some of the hell that this little spell was retaliating with. Lucien knew what he was doing. He sighed, mouthing out various curses at the elven prince.
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Posted: Tue Jan 19, 2010 7:03 pm
Monty rolled his eyes. "Your still breathing right? Well, that means you have life. Better than being dead." He grumbled and ended up sitting down, rubbing the back of his neck. He was getting agitated because he allowed himself to be that way. "Be grateful the someone is try to help you." He said and took off his sword.
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Posted: Tue Jan 19, 2010 7:37 pm
Kalore shrugged and mouthed out quickly, "Sometimes people don't want help because it's just not..." He shut up and lied down, his legs still hanging off of the bed as a silent sigh came from the elf. Kalore didn't remember being suicidal, but this treatment was getting to him. The pain, the pain that was too much to bear, made him wonder if getting his voice back was worth this. Of course it is. If I don't have my voice back then I might as well jump off a cliff...
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Posted: Tue Jan 19, 2010 7:51 pm
Monty took out his book and started writing, for the third time, in it. He did say that he was going to leave but he was annoyed with moving around for no reason. It was as if he was playing a game and getting no where with it. "Of course you don't want help. Your afraid to be a burden to other so you chose to stay quiet but how long can you do that?" He said behind the book.
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