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Posted: Mon Nov 08, 2004 1:16 am
*Mastema almost lets out a sound of suprise upon realization of the hug, but he resists that tendancy. Instead he half smirks and switches the bear to his other hand. His hand now free, he uses it to stroke Nana's hair in a downward, moving his hand back to its starting place with each stroke. A small flutter is heard not to far off, like one would expect from a bird. Mastema glances in that direction for a moment then chuckles silently..... no bird had seven wings*
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Posted: Mon Nov 08, 2004 1:32 am
*Nana doesn't hear the flapping of wings. She merely changes many a shade of scarlet. The sound of her hair being stroked past her ears would deaf'n the sound anyways*
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*If she were a cat, she'd probably be purring*
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Posted: Mon Nov 08, 2004 1:43 am
*Mastema lets out a quiet, relaxed breath.....even though he didn't need to breath. He didn't know why he was still bothering to stand here.... there was no real gain to him...not that he could see at least. Never the less he remains content with Nana. The silence is broken by a light sound* hmm? *He raises a brow and then realizes he'd inadvertedly put enough pressure on the animal to make it squeak. He chukles a little*
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Posted: Mon Nov 08, 2004 1:59 am
*Nana's eyes open turning to the noise. The hug is broken, as Nana takes the small bear in her right hand. She'd reached over her left shoulder to gently take it from Mastema's hand. Nana looks down at the little thing with both hands gently around it now. It had several tiny nicks, all of which were easily fixable. She smiles*
Thank you Mastema. This was a wonderful evening...
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Posted: Mon Nov 08, 2004 2:03 am
*He nods with a sincere and content expression* You are most welcome. It was a pleasant evening for me as well. Now, seeing that the morning is young, I think it best we head back now. Shall we? *As he said his overly used question, his other hand slid around her to her arm and takes her hand in a light grip, his palm facing hers and his thumb resting over her knuckles*
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Posted: Mon Nov 08, 2004 2:10 am
*An equaly overly used answer, yet always truthful reply*
Yes.
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Posted: Mon Nov 08, 2004 2:14 am
Well then... I shall walk you to your door. *He casually walks back toward the citadel, making sure Nana didn't trip up again. Mastema, for perhaps the first time in who knows how long, was not obsessing over his next plan. He was just content walking down he sidewalk*
((I think that's a good place to end it for tonight folks whee ))
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Posted: Mon Nov 08, 2004 2:21 am
*Back at her door, they part ways; saying their goodnight. Nana heads inside while Mastema heads off to where ever it is he goes. Whether it was to The Mind or somewhere else. Nana would spend the next day, fixing the teddy bear, breathing new life and hope into the tiny thing*
...goodnight....Mastema.
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Posted: Wed Nov 10, 2004 10:56 pm
.......Where are you?? stare *Than, scarlet haired, yellow eyed, and clothed in tattered versions of his normal attire walks angrily up to the city limits. Sure enough, the floating drones come..... it was crushed on the ground before it ever even saw Than's face. The city was now on alert. Turrents pop out from the walls off the buildings and fire various beam weapons towards him. Than wouldn't be stopped so easily. A shadow sphere forms around him, any beams that did hit him he ignored. He wasn't interested in this* Mastema!! I know you don't care about insults but just get your @#$in;g @$$ out here!!
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Posted: Wed Nov 10, 2004 11:03 pm
Hmm..... Not pleasant stare *He watches the uselessness of his defenses onscreen and frowns* So the symbiote saved him......good.... Zio. Halt all defensive actions against Thanatos..... I will deal with him myself. Only activate defenses if his actions endanger Nana without my knowing..... stare *Mastema vanishes and reappears atop his tower, scythe in hand* So it's come to this....well then.... let's just see how dead Thanatos really is.... *He readies to engage Than*
((gtg. will finish this later xp ))
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Posted: Thu Nov 11, 2004 10:05 pm
*The fight had been raging for a while now, neither seemed to take the upper hand, at least not for long. Each of Than's arms now moved freely, the shackles chain broken, and each long sleeve had turn into a great sword attached to his arms. To anyone else, they were as heavy and deadly as such a metal blade, but to Than they were weightless... mere extensions of his hands. With a blind rage he twirls in a tornado fashion, relentlessly striking at Mastema from various heights*
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Posted: Thu Nov 11, 2004 10:16 pm
*Mastema hadn't spoken a word all through out Than's tirade. He was waiting until Than ran down some of his extra energy. Needless to say, he hadn't summoned all of his power against Than.... not even close. Against each wild swing Than made with his shadow formed great swords, Mas countered with a graceful swing of his scythe, either blocking the hits or throwing them off. At Than's tornado attack, he jumps up and slams his head on the side of Than's head, knocking him back* Are you really going to continue persisting in this infantile tantrum, my dear symbiote?
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Posted: Thu Nov 11, 2004 10:27 pm
Gyah! *Than spirals and almost hits his head on the ground, but flips upright, growling at Mastema* I'm @#$in;g pissed as hell for the pain you caused me.... or rather for causing the pain that Thanatos impressed upon me! I won't stop until I'm satisfied with your repent. *He growls once again. Imperial Ray! *Than's swords dissolve and he crosses his long sleeves and hands over his chest, then throws them apart as a long chain of explosions follow along the ground toward Mastema*
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Posted: Thu Nov 11, 2004 10:35 pm
*The loud sounds of explosions from outside catch Nana's attention, however she's on the wrong side of the tower to see anything. Nana remembers Mastema talking to the computer earlier from the room. She'd give it a try, even though it was probably a Mastema only sort of thing*
Z-- Zio?
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Posted: Thu Nov 11, 2004 11:28 pm
Hmm... hmph *Mastema jumps upward to avoid the blast, unfortunately the force throws him off balance. He regains his control very quickly and frowns* do you really think I'm responsible for all that, shouldn't you be hateful of thanatos for that? Oh, that's right, you're nothing but a piece of him isn't that right
Zio: *A few little blips are heard in Nana's room. By the door, a panel slides open and a computer screen turns on. A few moments later a sort of text message appears* "Greetings, Nana. How can I help you?"
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