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 Posted: Mon Jan 17, 2005 1:12 am
*Bard looks dead into Maggie's eyes, forcing her to focus on him*
Maggie.. a wise man by the name of Schroedinger said, "You can't tell if the cat's in the box until you lift the lid. *or ... something... physics wasn't his strong point... *
Now either we go back, and Will is there perfectly fine!
*he swallows*
Or... we go back and Will is in trouble... in which case, Maggie, I will make that sonovabitch wish to God Almighty he was burning in Hell instead...
... Maggie... either way... staying here only makes it worse. You will go back there eventually. Don't wait, dreading that moment. Face it on your own terms. And I'll be there with you.
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Posted: Mon Jan 17, 2005 1:22 am
*She looks at him, listening, then takes a slow breath and nods* Ye're right . . . ye're right, I need te go back . . . *she still looks frightened, but not as panicked, and her sense of determination is starting to return. She starts to move down the hallway quickly, wanting to act now before she loses her courage*
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WhimsicalCow Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Jan 17, 2005 1:28 am
*Bard follows quickly behind Maggie*
**Exit Bard, Maggie to Main Room 294**
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Posted: Mon Jan 24, 2005 9:19 pm
*Tavin grunted and turned in his bed. Still not comfortable, he shifted again. Then abruptly sat straight up, eyes wide open, for a split second before returning to his normal look*
.......... Bard....
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Posted: Mon Jan 24, 2005 9:25 pm
*Enter Cora from Main room 312*
:::Cora enters Tavin's room. She enters quietly for the sake of his rest, and slowly procedes to his side, and kneels down. She's not wearing her cuffs since she's in her civilian clothing. Even though no one is watching, she's still really uncomfortable using her...mechanics. Still, it was important to check:::
:::She slid her index finger along the bottom of her right wrist, and the compartment opened. The slide protruded and she put it to Tavin's hand. She let it sit there a moment while it ran a diagnositc:::
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Posted: Mon Jan 24, 2005 9:28 pm
*Tavin doesn't move a muscle, he just starts talking*
You... shouldn't be ashamed of your prosthetic arm. It makes you unique. That may be considered bad where you are from, but the truth is... your time is but a fragment of time overall.....
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Posted: Mon Jan 24, 2005 9:37 pm
EEehh!
:::Cora gasps at the sound of Tavin's voice. Her natural reaction is to jerk backwards, away...but her arm, as though an affixed part of her stays put and her body whips back into place. It's not done running the diagnostic, and it's not ready to move:::
Terminate!! :::She yells desperately:::
Diagnostic Incomplete.
Terminate now!! Program desist!! :::There was genuine fear in her eyes. A moment passes, her heart has pounded 126 times before three beeps came from the machanical part of her and proclaimed::::
Diagnostic complete. :::And retracted. Cora fumbled backwards as soon as she could, and hid her arm behind her bent knees. She could not look at Tavin...she had hoped he didn't know:::
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Posted: Mon Jan 24, 2005 9:43 pm
*Tavin sat back up, and smiled*
Like I said, its nothing to be ashamed of. After all, it helped you save my life. I'm very glad that you have it.
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Posted: Mon Jan 24, 2005 10:21 pm
:::She just sat there, not looking at him, not wanting to think about it. The secret had been out to Maggie and Bard...but it still hurt. They said it was a great thing, but it still hurt. How could they understand?:::
:::After a long bit of stillness and silence on her part, she quietly asked:::
How long have you been able to sit up...and talk?
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Posted: Mon Jan 24, 2005 10:23 pm
Just recently. I'm worried about Maggie, though. And Will. Do you know what's happened with them while I was out?
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Posted: Mon Jan 24, 2005 10:26 pm
:::She's still sort of hiding behind her knees, but she lifts her head up a bit so that he might hear her clearly:::
I heard Maggie and Luke talking about it. Apparently Maggie was very concerned. She and Bard when to go see that everything was nominal, and it was. Her son, Will, is alright. Everything seems in place.
:::She stayed pretty expressionless:::
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Posted: Mon Jan 24, 2005 10:33 pm
*Tavin let out a sigh of relief*
He hasn't found Will yet. That's good. I... still can't move much in my current condition, so I'm glad for that. I was pretty careless... It could have been the end for me as well as for Maggie and her son....
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Posted: Mon Jan 24, 2005 10:35 pm
:::She finally looked at him, though from the corner of her eye. Her concern was allowing her to forget for a moment:::
What happened...?
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Posted: Mon Jan 24, 2005 10:39 pm
*Tavin frowns*
The Seraphim is trying to get his hands on Will, so that he has a hostage to use against Maggie. I found out and I tried to stop him. I was being very irrational. I tried to fight him on his own turf, and almost lost my life for it.
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Posted: Mon Jan 24, 2005 10:43 pm
Captain. This is a very serious matter. If what you say is true, then the Brink's dispute with the Seraphim is about to involve civilians. :::She stayed in her spot, but she let down her knees and sat on them, still covering her right arm with her left, not really thinking of it:::
I have not been able to help in any way, nor would I know how if the time came. What can I do, Captain? What can any of us do?
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