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 Posted: Fri Jul 30, 2004 2:51 pm
*seeing she had gone pass someone she hadn't seen before, she opens her door still breathing in short huffs* who are you ?
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Posted: Fri Jul 30, 2004 2:52 pm
*the person watches. there would be a feeling of anticipation in the room*
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Posted: Fri Jul 30, 2004 2:54 pm
He exits the room to stand in front of dark Kaiori to feel the vibration of her words hit his body. His blank eyes give her their full attention as he answers her in her mind.
I am Dream # 7158513-00P... or as Mastema has dubbed me Yume.
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Posted: Fri Jul 30, 2004 2:58 pm
*dark kaiori sighs finally getting used to people talking in her head* well nice to meet you Yume, I'm kaiori, its good to see a new face around here*she grins*
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Posted: Fri Jul 30, 2004 3:00 pm
*the "blood" finally drains completely. Mastema presses another button. The tank slowly slides open* I don't suppose you saved his clothing as well? *chuckles. Truinthil lay in the take, still smeared in the blood like material* Now to wake him up... *He presses another button and the tank pulses... trying to resucitate Truinthil*
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Posted: Fri Jul 30, 2004 3:01 pm
He felt her sigh by the molecules it moved and gave her a firm nod of ackowledgement.
Likewise. I do believe I should apologize for my lack of a voice. My creator has forced me to be mute.
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Posted: Fri Jul 30, 2004 3:04 pm
don't worry about it... creator ? ... it sucks having some one control you doesn't it... *she looks at him*
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Posted: Fri Jul 30, 2004 3:05 pm
*shakes their head*
no i have not saved their clothing. but this new stuff should fit him fine.
*they reach under their cloak and drop several articles of clothing down. a shirt like thing that looked as if it were made from grip tape. on the top of the shirt was a short cape like thing that would cover the shoulders and extend to the bottom of the shoulder blades. the pants at first seemed like a full length skirt but as they hit the floor it was apparent that the bit that seemed to be a skirt was divided on either side to reveal baggy pant legs. the person then dropped a pair of wrist blades on top of it all*
that should suffice.
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Posted: Fri Jul 30, 2004 3:09 pm
Although he has created me, he does not control me. I say this due to my last malfunctioning and the purpose he has given me orginally.
His mental voice was calm as was his face. Even as dark Kai looked at him, she would notice his red eyes never blink and his lips always locked in an expressionless frown.
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Posted: Fri Jul 30, 2004 3:17 pm
*she raises an eye brow at the fact that his face has yet to move* smile...
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Posted: Fri Jul 30, 2004 3:21 pm
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Posted: Fri Jul 30, 2004 3:26 pm
~he started to cough violently as he fell to the floor from the tank. the coughing lasted for perhaps a minute before he finaly took several long, deep breaths. he looked up then at the cloaked figure and blinked then looked to Mastema. once his eyes fell upon Mastema he was on one knee, his right fist on the floor with his head bowed~
I am here to serve you lord.
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Posted: Fri Jul 30, 2004 3:29 pm
*smirks* good. Now.... equip yourself *He gestures to the cloth Xen had laid out*
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Posted: Fri Jul 30, 2004 3:29 pm
I'm sure you'll remember sometime... *she sighs " I'm starting to some like her now" she smacks her head on the door frame *
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Posted: Fri Jul 30, 2004 3:32 pm
Xol walks into Mastema's chambers and into the room they are located, spotting Truinthil and quirking his brow nonchalantly. "Another pet? Or...wait. He was the one trying to kill you that day that you vanished...why revive him? Nevermind, I'm sure you wiped his memory and he's a good little slave now." He grinned, leaning against a support pillar.
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