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 Posted: Tue Feb 08, 2005 9:13 pm
*Luke flinches as she starts to lose it. Christ, he we go again, he thinks. Unable to focus on Maggie, despite what she's going through, Luke can't get away from the thought that - this place is drama. This place is endless pain... Luke wondered for the slightest moment...as he has before - if he's in hell.*
*He looks up to stare at her. God, what the ******** was wrong with him? Why'd he get her so upset?*
*He takes a step towards her.*
Alright... alright, look. There's always a way out. *It takes this time for Luke to think logically.* You've talked to Tavin?
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Posted: Tue Feb 08, 2005 9:17 pm
*Maggie struggles to get a grip again, but it's tenuous at best* I . . . I asked him te . . . *but she fades out before she can finish the sentence*
**Exit Maggie**
[Work in the morning, again! This poor gal's just gonna die from stress at this rate ;p ]
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WhimsicalCow Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Feb 08, 2005 9:28 pm
*Luke watches Maggie fade out.*
*His entire body shakes with rage.* *He rasps.* god-DAMMIT! *And POUNDS his fist down onto the bar top.*
*The Seraphim got to Maggie's on.... His intentions were known. If he could get to Will....*
*Luke lets out a growling sigh...*
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Posted: Wed Feb 09, 2005 8:25 pm
*Fading into the bar, Clare's chin lifted as she looked around and shifted rather uncomfortably. Her hands remaining neatly tucked within one another and behind her back for the time being. The expression her face somewhat plain aside from her lips, that had become pressed together in thought.*
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Posted: Wed Feb 09, 2005 9:37 pm
*Neatly biting her lip, she broke the stiff position and walked over to the bar. Crouching down behind it, the shuffling of bottles could be heard. But even after the noise stopped, Clare didn't reappear.*
*Sitting on the floor with her back to the wall, Clare would be difficult to pick out from the middle of the room. The only giveaway being the occasional fizzle and pop of a small bottle being opened.*
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Posted: Mon Feb 14, 2005 7:51 pm
:::Cora flickers into the brink at a rather inoppertune moment. She's in the middle of her 32nd pull up, her feet dangling in the air when suddenly she feels her firm grip on the bar disappear. She manages to land on her feet, wobbly, but standing. She takes in a quick deep breathe, allowing the startled feeling to pass her by before she takes a look around, and sees that she's alone:::
((WOOOO!!! This is the 5000th post in the main room!!))
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Posted: Tue Feb 15, 2005 9:44 pm
*Tavin steps out from the hall leading to the guest rooms and slowly makes his way to a table. He slumps down in the chair. He looks worn, haggard.- his eyes bloodshot and his hands twitching unsteadily*
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Posted: Tue Feb 15, 2005 9:51 pm
:::Cora fades into the brink standing at attention, in the middle of giving her report:::
...nderlying constr- :::She cuts herself off and sighs through rounded lips:::
:::She sees Tavin sitting at the bar, looking rather glum, but it eases her mind to see him there and not dormant in his bed. She walks up to the seat next to him, and gestures to the seat:::
May I, Captain?
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Posted: Tue Feb 15, 2005 9:54 pm
*Tavin doesn't even bother to look up, he just nods*
((Oh! Lookie! tavin's all Bishied up!))
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Posted: Tue Feb 15, 2005 9:57 pm
:::She takes a seat. Soon the comfortable feeling she gets slips away unnoticed, and has been replaced by concern. Cora remembers what the Captain said the last time she saw him...about losing his power. She wasn't sure what that meant exactly. What it meant for him, for the brink, for the seraphim, and for the rest of them.:::
Captain...? Will you tell me what has happened? You said something about your power...
((:::Covers her eyes out of respect::: :::peek::: ))
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Posted: Tue Feb 15, 2005 10:02 pm
*Tavin looks up reluctantly. His face is wan*
The Seraphim's poison, I think. I have lost my ability to control things in The Brink.
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Posted: Tue Feb 15, 2005 10:04 pm
:::She thought about it for a moment, with tilted brows:::
What things were you able to control here before you were poisoned?
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Posted: Tue Feb 15, 2005 10:07 pm
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Posted: Tue Feb 15, 2005 10:10 pm
:::His one word answers were starting to eat at her. She'd gotten used to things like sarcasm, and not understanding the dialects or even some of the vocabulary, bit it still bugged her when she was thirsty for understanding and she's given none:::
Captain...what does that mean...for the situation?
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Posted: Tue Feb 15, 2005 10:13 pm
Well, Cora, it means that as of right now, I am about totally useless to everyone. I have no power to protect this place. No abilities whatsoever.
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