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 Posted: Fri Feb 02, 2007 1:37 pm
"Um...yeah. Sure," Owle answered. "I mean...eventually one of those crazy things is going to end up in Gambino, and I am not paying for the Firebrand to get rebuilt again. That's just...crazy."
Owle glanced over at Eileen as she tried to explain her situation, and smiled softly. Gently, she placed a friendly hand on the woman's shoulder.
"If it makes you feel any better, I can turn into a cat."
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Posted: Fri Feb 02, 2007 1:39 pm
Hiroshi quirked his head. "What's a Sailor... Moon? Robot? Are you speaking of the... the... space ships, yes? You turn into one of those metal monsters?" Shaking the thoughts from his brain, he said, "But you use your power for good, do you not?"
To Owle, he said, "Is it not certain that they have all ready reached Gambino? Well, no matter. You have brought the requisite three."
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Posted: Fri Feb 02, 2007 1:39 pm
Having been under the spell of a particularly nice daydream, Rage snapped his head out of it just in time to catch the back end of what was going on.
... something about the Firebrand going boom and Owle turning into a cat.
"... sorry, must have drifted off. Something happen?"
It was simply amazing that he could follow along without really paying attention to where he was at any given point.
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Posted: Fri Feb 02, 2007 1:46 pm
The grateful look Eileen shot Owle was completely devoid of any suspicion that she might have been mocked. She took one more slightly trembling breath, then turned her eyes to look to Tadashi once more. "...i've only transformed once...demo...i've sworn to defend gaia with everything i have."
She nodded more affirmatively. "i use my power for good. Hai."
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Posted: Fri Feb 02, 2007 1:53 pm
There was no mocking in Owle's voice, or intent. She's simply been trying to make the woman feel more comfortable...everybody was weird on Gaia.
No need to get all nervous about it.
"Well, yeah, I mean, I don't much like the look of that Fist of Power place..." she replied to Hiroshi. "I haven't seen anything bad happen yet, though. And, yeah...we're here."
She watched him expectantly, blinking twice.
"What now?"
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Posted: Fri Feb 02, 2007 1:56 pm
"Then you are welcome amongst us," Hiroshi said to Eileen. "We will help you build your power, so that you may truly become an effective weapon in the fight for good."
To Owle, he said, "Do you each happen to have a marble?"
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Posted: Fri Feb 02, 2007 1:57 pm
Looking towards Hiroshi, Rage seemed to have a sudden fascination with the weapons the man had nearby. His grandfather had instilled a sense of craftsmanship in him, so he had always taken a certain interest in blades - particularly the katana, considering it was the type he carried. Still, he said nothing - right now, Owle seemed to have the best grasp of the situation, so she could do the talking.
[Edit]
"Marble? Yeah. I got one," said Rage, popping off the one he had attached to his shoulder-mounted sword. "Crow left it on my head."
Incidentally, the crow was still in his pocket. Maybe it was getting comfortable?
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Posted: Fri Feb 02, 2007 2:02 pm
"Yeah," Owle nodded, producing the pretty shiny thing from her bag. "But I don't know what to do with it."
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Posted: Fri Feb 02, 2007 2:10 pm
((Is Vahn still around?))
"I can let you use the marbles," Hiroshi said. "I've all ready sent that last group you saw leaving on their way, empowered by the marbles they carry. And any marbles you claim from the evil scourge, will also be yours to control.
"With heroes such as yourself, I'm sure the evil will be gone in a flash."
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Posted: Fri Feb 02, 2007 2:12 pm
Eileen breathed a small sigh of relief. "...thank you." It was a catch all, but with a quiet emphaticness that seemed to mean she was truly grateful for everything. She glanced up to watch Owle and her friends, and the proceedings there.
((OOC: This is my pose-out for now 3nodding Be back later tonight!))
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Posted: Fri Feb 02, 2007 2:16 pm
((I believe Vahn stepped out to head to work... fortunately, in some weird way, my plans for this afternoon have been disrupted so I should be around more often than expected.))
"Yeah... heroes," Rage echoed while holding out his marble. "If you say so. Make with the empowering." How bad could it possibly be?
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Posted: Fri Feb 02, 2007 2:23 pm
"Are you ready?" he asked Owle and Vahn.
((Seems safe to assume Vahn would say yes, ja?))
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Posted: Fri Feb 02, 2007 2:28 pm
((Yes. He also insists on his tattoo being...eh. sweatdrop In the location he mentioned in the OOC thread.))
"Um, I guess so?" Owle answered, stepping forward. She didn't know what the hell he was going to do, but Athan had seemed fine afterwards, so...maybe he was just going to show them how to use these things?
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Posted: Fri Feb 02, 2007 2:32 pm
"DO IT!" he yelled again, his tone rising to reach a powerful pitch, and again the cleric launched himself into the room, throwing sand all over the place and muttering words in an incomprehensible language.
The sand took shape underneath the three adventurers' feet, creating that same triangular figure, then spinning until it took a bright green hue, enveloping them in light. An intense burning on a patch of skin as the mark etched itself onto their bodies, and the marbles shot from their resting place, coming to rest in their skin.
New power coursed through their bodies, the pain ebbing and replaced with confidence.
"Good," he said, dismissing the cleric, who scurried off, the sand vanished over the course of the spell.
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Posted: Fri Feb 02, 2007 2:37 pm
"FALISDAMNSONOFA -"
Rage wasn't yelling because of the pain that coursed throughout his body moments ago, nor the horrible feeling of something knife-like being plunged into his right shoulder. He was mostly pissed that the marble had shot from within his hand, up into the air, and then straight into his right shoulder.
The only problem was that it burned it's way right through his jacket and shirt, leaving a neat, yet very visible hole.
"I JUST finished getting my jacket patched up!" He steamed, simply dulled to the pain and the new energy he felt. He'd feel it soon enough - right now, though, he was angry, and nothing else really mattered when he was angry.
"You could'a told me it was gonna do that!"
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