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 Posted: Thu May 12, 2005 2:42 pm
*Luke's off the wall and on his feet.* Retributive and Restorative Justice?!
*big victorious grin* Yeee-eeeah!
*But as he reaches for it, he begins to fade.*
Aw man, c'mon! Goddamit...
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Posted: Thu May 12, 2005 2:53 pm
*Maggie starts to hand the book to Luke, but it's too late, he's already gone. She sighs faintly, sorry to lose the company, and returns the book to its place on the shelf*
*That done, she turns and starts down the hallway toward the main room, fading out before she reaches it*
**Exit Maggie**
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WhimsicalCow Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat May 14, 2005 7:59 pm
Malazar fades into the library in slacks and a untucked button down shirt that look like he has slept in them. He has ink stains on fingertips and a yellow legal pad in his hands. The stylus rests gently between his teeth.
"Hrmp... Fancy thing to fade into the Brink Library when the information you're looking for is the only information it doesn't have."
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Posted: Sat May 14, 2005 8:02 pm
"Fahg, as I suspected."
Malazar taps the stylus idly on his notepad, deep in though. With another grunt he stashes the stylus behind his ear and leaves the pad. Mal stalks out of the Library in search of a drink.
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Posted: Sun May 15, 2005 7:51 pm
*Luana fades into the Library, at first not noticing the transition. When she sees that the books here are different from those that her family keeps, not to mention that they don't seem the least bit organized, she takes a step bak from the shelf.*
*She's better now than the last time she came to the Brink, but a bit distracted. She starts to wander off in the direction of the main room when something catches her eye: a yellow legal pad sitting on one of the tables.*
What have we here? *She glances around to see if the owner is nearby, then picks it up.*
*At first the neat cursive script makes no sense to her, but a few words stand out. Some of it is in German. She sits down with the pad and tries to decipher what she can.*
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Posted: Mon May 16, 2005 7:50 pm
*Luana finally gives up on trying to understand anything on the paper. Most of the German on there is beyond her understanding, and the rest of it makes even less sense.*
*She leaves the library with the pad on the tabel where she had found it.*
**Exit Luana to Main Room 572**
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Posted: Mon May 16, 2005 8:46 pm
Malazar wanders in the library, still wearing his robes. First things first, Mal frowns and checks his notepad. He was kicking himself for leaving it but... heh, he had had other things on his mind at the time. It seemed someone had been messing with the pad, but they hadn't taken it so Mal doubted whomever had read the notes hadn't understood them.
Mal slips his pen out from behind his ear, funny how he had forgotten all about it until Kara had pointed it out when... Mal blushes and shakes himself again. Work called, but this problem wasn't benefitting from extra thought... maybe he needed a second opinion... but who?
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Posted: Mon May 16, 2005 9:06 pm
((only be on Tor for a bit longer))
Tacitus slowly faded in, though one wouldn't really notice him at first. He looked as if he hadn't eaten or slept in weeks, which in relation to a normal person would be days. He still wore no shirt, and the rest of his clothing was wrinkled and it was obvious he hadn't changed them in several days, at least. Oddly though, he didn't seem to carry any odor about him like one would expect after such a serious lack of personal hygeine. He was slumped down to the ground, leaning against a bookshelf, legs sprawled out before him and arms flopped to his sides. He only limply held the two masterfully reforged pistols in his grip.
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Posted: Mon May 16, 2005 9:09 pm
Malazar blinks. If anyone walked into the Library they were certainly be an odd looking pair. Tacitus, looking how he did, and Malazar in a blue robe, shoeless, with his hair messed up and that "glow" about him.
>< If it hadn't been so improbable, that might look bad.
"Light that place has the best timing of any... Oh well. Tacitus, you need a bath. Badly."
He grins offhandedly.
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Posted: Mon May 16, 2005 9:18 pm
((Color denotes different tones and accents. The indigo sounding almost 'gangsta,' and the green being normal Tac))
Tac didn't look up at first, not recognizing the voice, "You can kiss my a** you mutha fu...wait...Malazar?" He slowly looked up, hands flexing around his only two remaining memories that he had any tangible evidence of. He looked over Malazar and smirked for a brief moment, "What you want young man? It surely can't be to insult a broken old fool."
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Posted: Mon May 16, 2005 9:20 pm
"Don't worry about it old man, I'm sure we've both seen worse in our days."
Malazar's tone has changed too, he sounds older, more tired. The veteran behind the young face was speaking.
"I've come across some... information... that I need a second opinion on."
-===Malazar's explaination ensues===-
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Posted: Mon May 16, 2005 9:41 pm
Tac started to say something about old souls, but was cut off, silencing himself as Malazar began his explaination.
~~~
As he finished, Tac nodded slightly, and looked up, still on the floor and still rather sprawled out, "Th....this means I could have found the strength. Somehow it could have been there. She...she could be here...in my arms." He closed his eyes and looked down, and over towards the weapon in his right hand, "I don't know what to say, young man. He denied me hope by denying me the thought of looking for it. This place...it stole hope for the both of us. Hid it from me. He must know....something at least..." He looked and Orcus in his left hand, at his thoughts were obvious as his hand began to twitch.
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Posted: Mon May 16, 2005 9:45 pm
Malazar nods, a hard look coming over his face.
"I know, this was troubling when I first found it... but then, I really had reason to worry."
Malazar flips the notepad on the table almost to the middle. It reveals two pictures, one is crudely draw and badly represented, as if the owner had only seen it once or heard about it.
The other...
A lamppost standing it stark relief. Two platforms surrounded by thin gold fencing. Nine beams of light and an empty staicase going down. A door made of the same gold bars, yet with nothing beyond.
"Do you recognize these?"
He waits for Tac's slow nod before continuing.
"Do you remember what they represent? What caused them to exist?"
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Posted: Mon May 16, 2005 9:56 pm
"Indeed, but first, would you like me to fix that drawing? I bet Pops could summon up Mike from his work on that Chapel to fix it up a bit. But on a more serious note, the one was born from, and the other ends in...yeah."
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Posted: Mon May 16, 2005 10:05 pm
"Too many questions old friend, too many worries. Is Tavin our Gasper or is he..."
The second name hangs silently in the air, some worlds still feared destruction from the earth and sky.
"Tacitus, I don't think we can afford to trust Tavin any more. Not him, or the Seraphin. That one... well, what he did to Cora says enough. Tavin..."
Malazar taps his notebook.
"I'm going back to my world to study this, I would help you out of the trap you're in right now if only for you aid in this project but I cannot interfere with his actions. We will have to speak here, or where you are."
A whisp of white mist trail out of Mal's left sleeve unnoticed by him. It drifts around for a second before grabbing a book off a nearby shelf.
"We need to know more, agreed?"
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