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 Posted: Fri Nov 05, 2004 11:02 pm
Jory: I'm starting to feel normal. And that rather worries me.
Vyka: :pointed stare at Ashrim: There are times when suicide seems the easiest and best thing to do. I feel no shame.
:delighted squeal sounds from the doorway and a child of approximately five years of age comes running into the room and charges for Vyka.:
Thistle: Vyka!!! :promptly settles herself in his lap and looks around at the others: Hihi!
:Vyka shifts to accomodate the squirming child and Jory laughs aloud. Thistle cocks her head at the silver-eyed vampire then waves. The child has pale blonde hair which is waist length and wide blue eyes.:
Jory: Friend of yours?
Vyka: ...
Thistle: :nods excitedly:
Vyka: This one is Thistle. She for some reason seems to like me.
Thistle: Yup! :looks around the room with wide eyes: Where is this?
Vyka: Meeting of those who have suffered much, child. You actually fit better here than you should. :to all: Thistle lost her parents and brothers to vampires, and she was the only one to survive.
Thistle: They're not lost. Just sleeping. :she takes Vyka's arms and wraps them about herself securely, before gazing around the room again with wide eyes. Her eyes settle on Ashrim and she appears to be fascinated by his appearance:
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Posted: Sat Nov 06, 2004 10:10 am
*walks in and pushes her characters through the door.*
"Now you four get in there," she sighed, "I'll be back later on to collet you. I've got a story to write."
Flare: Yeah, yeah. Whatever. *walks over and slumps on a chair, her midriff exposed. Her black hair falls in her face, draping a few of her red streaks over her eyes.* So, what's goin' on?
Spike: *floats across the room* What the bloody hell is going on here? *his bleach-blond hair is gelled and combed, not a single hair out of place*
Tak'kan: *in Huttese* Who are all you people? Where am I? *her giant slug-like body slides across the room* Why are you all staring at me? Haven't you seen a Hut before?
Sol: Well, isn't this just dandy. *strides confidently into the room, blaster pistol hanging at his side, shaggy, brown hair falling in his face, hiding his eyes* So, guys, the point of this is..? *twirls one of his blond streaks between two fingers*
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Posted: Sat Nov 06, 2004 7:56 pm
Vitae: *sends Thistle a kind smile from across the room, half expecting her to have some adverse reaction to the sight of him. After all, he would have if he'd seen his current appearance when he was a child. But before long, his attention is caught by Tak'kan.* This, I must say I've never seen before. Is she a renegade becomer? eek
Strider: *points to Tak'kan* What the flames is that thing? gonk
Vitae: *silently marvels at the amount of vampires and other...things...that have entered the room* Perhaps I should have doubled the order I sent to the caterers...
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Posted: Sat Nov 06, 2004 8:06 pm
Thistle: :whispers something to Vyka while pointing at Ashrim:
Vyka: :laughs aloud: No .. petting the kitty is probably not a good idea.
Thistle: :pouts and looks around at the others with interest and shyly smiles back at Vitae, then buries her face in Vyka's shoulder when Tak'kan appears:
Jory: :is beginning to look distinctly unnerved by the variety of non-human in appearance beings in the room: "This is ... definitely different." :shakes his head in disbelief and mutters under his breath: "Here I thought psychics were odd..."
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Posted: Sat Nov 06, 2004 8:19 pm
Strider: *hears what Vyka says about Ashrim, and has to do it just for the heck of it. And since he's sitting on Ashrim's other side from Vitae.* Awww, does za ickle kitty wanna be scwatched behind da ears? *he reaches out and does so* xd
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Posted: Sat Nov 06, 2004 10:25 pm
Thistle: :squeals from her position on Vyka's lap then wriggles away and bolts over to Ashrim and attempts to reach his ears: "See? It's okay." She calls back at Vyka.
Vyka: :noise of protest followed by a helpless shrug:
Jory: :holds sides as he laughs, unable to help himself and unwilling to try:
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Posted: Sun Nov 07, 2004 2:44 pm
Strider: *falls out of his chair and is thus made to stop tormenting Ashrim* Gah... *he sits up and shakes his head, flipping his hair out of his eyes* Yeah...yeah, I'm fine... *he rubs his head a bit and stands up, eyeing Ruana* Has your author ever considered putting you on Ritalin?
Vitae: *mutters something about Strider being rude. He glances around the room idly, tapping his metal fingers on the chair again. So much for his idea of instating a bit of order in the room, and so much for formal introductions. He is now quite bored.*
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Posted: Sun Nov 07, 2004 2:57 pm
Flare: *calls to Vitae and Strider from her chair* That thing, as you put it, is a Hut. This particular one is named Tak'kan, and she is the ruler of the Acrida system. Oh yeah, and she doesn't speak Basic. It's Huttese or bust.
Sol: *flips his hair* It's just a matter of having someone that can understand and translate.
Tak'kan: *feels uneasy because of all the pointing and staring*
Spike: *pulls his lightsaber off his belt, ignites it, and twirls it around in his hand*
*accidentally hits Flare with the butt of the hilt*
Flare: *turns to hit him, but gets lost in his eyes*
(Yes, part of the abuse of Flare and Spike is that they can make any member of the opposite sex fall for them, but they play hard-to-get and end up angsting over each other. *sigh* It's so fun to toy with their feelings.)
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Posted: Sun Nov 07, 2004 5:32 pm
Thistle: :tweaks Ashrim's ears then bolts back to Vyka:
((this is why you should never introduce yourself then take no further action... wink ))
Jory: :clears his throat: "Was there actually a point of us all gathering here together, other than the obvious reason of sanctuary from cruel authors for the moment?"
Vyka: :says nothing as Thistle climbs back into his lap. Absentmindedly he combs through her hair:
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Posted: Sun Nov 07, 2004 6:08 pm
Flare: *puts her hand over the bruise from the butt of Spike's lightsaer* Maybe the evil abusive authors want us to get to know each other, perhaps make friends. stare Like that's ever going to happen. All my friends end up dead.
Spike: *still twirling his lightsaber* Hello, not dead. But then again, we're not really friends..
Sol: Who needs friends? As long as I can run my routes without getting caught, I don't have a care in the world. Friends always betray you in the end.
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Posted: Sun Nov 07, 2004 10:20 pm
Strider: *is reminded immensely of Vana's Muse #2 when he's had too much popcorn. Suddenly he understands how Deimos felt around him, and pities the man immensely. Though he couldn't possibly have been as hyper as Ruana.* Ritalin. Sanity pills. Get offa me! *he scrapes Ruana off his arm* You can stick around and admire me all you want, but no...clinging.
Vitae: *looks up at Karek with a very blank, bored expression* I seem bored because I am bored. There is no reason at all that I should be here. As for this...*he lifts the metal arm so the palm of the hand is facing towards him, but extends it so the hand is as far away as possible from his face*...this abomination, I... *he sighs and relaxes the arm, letting it rest across his lap* ...A building collapsed while I was trying to rescue two children from inside. A piece of the wall fell on the upper part and pinned it. ...It was two hours before the rest of my unit was able to locate me, and by then...*he finishes quietly*...Cynda and Lorine were dead. My arm had for the most part gone dead as well from the loss of circulation. It was amputated, and years later I got this. Against my will.
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Posted: Mon Nov 08, 2004 12:06 am
Jory: :winces in sympathy at Vitae's story: At least you saved the children .. right?
Thistle :at Flare: You don't like to make friends??? surprised
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