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 Posted: Sat Jan 29, 2005 10:29 pm
*Luke looks at her, only now realizing how much it took out of her.*
You okay?
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Posted: Sat Jan 29, 2005 10:32 pm
:::Cora continues to lend her support:::
To control and manifest the power, apparently takes a lot of energy. :: biggrin own to Maggie::: That is much bigger than an apple. You've imporved, I'm very proud of you. :::For a second she sounded like her trainer, she smirked and came back::: I look forward to being able to do something similar.
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WhimsicalCow Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Jan 29, 2005 10:37 pm
*Maggie nods to look, breathing in and out slowly, her color starting to return a little*
*She tilts her head to look up at Cora, a funny sort of smile settling on her lips for a moment* Thank ye . . . I'm certain Tavin will teach ye as soon as he's able.
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Posted: Sat Jan 29, 2005 10:40 pm
*Luke, being himself, starts to play with the basketball.... A show-off by nature, Luke bounces the basketball in and out between his legs... He kicks it up... lets it ride on his shoulder, and then catches it in his palm.*
*He does all this without lifting his eyes for praise, but that doesn't mean he's not looking for it.*
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Posted: Sat Jan 29, 2005 10:44 pm
:::Cora hears the ping ping ping of the basketball as Luke plays with it. Her attention is naturally drawn. But she can't for the life of her figure it out:::
What a strange object... what purpose does it serve, Luke?
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Posted: Sat Jan 29, 2005 10:46 pm
*Maggie watches Luke with a curious expression, seconding Cora's question with a nod*
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WhimsicalCow Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Jan 29, 2005 10:47 pm
Recreation mostly. It's fun. You play a game with it.
*He describes the game of basketball, it's purpose, points system, the way the game is played.*
I've been playing it since I was....Christ, 5?
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Posted: Sat Jan 29, 2005 10:50 pm
:::Cora looks up as though recalling something:::
Ah yes, Malazar once introduced the concept of sport to me. Interseting... :::She didn't have much to say for Luke's skillz though, she was more concerned with Maggie:::
Maggie, are you able to stand on your own, comfortable, or shall we sit down?
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Posted: Sat Jan 29, 2005 10:53 pm
*Maggie listens attentively to Luke's explanation, although some of it is lost on her*
*She looks to Cora at her question, straightening herself into a standing position* I'm alright, truly. A bit weak yet, but 'twill pass soon enough.
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Posted: Sat Jan 29, 2005 11:10 pm
Mmm...:::Cora nods, but she stays close in case Maggie feels faint again:::
:::She takes a bite of the fruit, she was getting better at it::: Maggie, what is the biggest thing you have imported to the Brink thus far?
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Posted: Sat Jan 29, 2005 11:12 pm
*Luke's twirling the basketball on one finger. He's about to ask Maggie more, when he fades out of the Brink.*
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Posted: Sat Jan 29, 2005 11:17 pm
*Maggie motions to the basketball as Luke twirls it* Actually . . . that is. *the ball falls to the floor as Luke vanishes, bouncing a few times until Maggie bends to scoop it up* Farewell, Luke . . .
*she examines the ball for a moment, then passes it to Cora for her to inspect, and lowers herself into a chair, deciding to sit after all*
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WhimsicalCow Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Jan 29, 2005 11:22 pm
:::She's...not quite sure how to feel about Luke leaving. Sad that he's gone, but glad that she doesn't have to keep hiding the embarassment for now:::
:::She focuses on the ball...:::
Hmm... synthetic fibers, fibruous and maliable. :::She squeezes it::: As I predicted, it is hollow. The elasticity allows it to bounce.
:::She throws it to the floor, only for it to beem in a complerely random direction at the force she threw it:::
Oh goodness! :::She first looks to Maggie, and make sure it's not headed her way. When she sees that it's safe, she follows the ball:::
I forget my own strength sometimes.
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Posted: Sat Jan 29, 2005 11:28 pm
*Maggie blinks in surprise as the ball careens off the floor* Heavens! *she studies Cora for a moment* Is everyone as strong as ye are, in your world?
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Posted: Sat Jan 29, 2005 11:31 pm
...nn...
No. :::She picks up the ball::: I am chemically enhanced so that I can perform my duty more proficiently. I am 7.563 times stronger than the average human of my age. Many of my perceptive functions are advanced as well, such as vision and hearing. If I focus, I can hear your heart beating.
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