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 Posted: Sat Mar 18, 2006 8:15 pm
"They think me weak..." He sighed and picked her up, holding her like one would a bride even while his face remained buried in her hair and she was pressed against him in his arms.
"Because I cared for one who was not worthy in their eyes." He held onto her tightly even as he sat back down, her in his lap now. "So they sought to make your chores worse and worse till you begged for death."
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Posted: Sat Mar 18, 2006 8:21 pm
After she left the floor, she came back to herself enough to feel self-conscious about her lack of clothing...but she was pressed too close to him now to summon them onto her form. And now didn't seem a good moment to pull away.
To her, he was speaking nonsense.
"Well, I'm very much alive now, Rafe..." Owle reassured him in the most logical voice she could muster. Her arms were wrapped around his neck, to keep her from falling off him. As though there were ever any danger of it. "And I don't think I'd ever wish for death. Life has too many wonders in it."
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Posted: Sat Mar 18, 2006 8:23 pm
"They don't understand humanity..." He looked up, into her brown eyes and smiled weakly. "It was one of the things I love about you." He leaned forward and kissed her nose even as he hugged her closely again.
"You love humanity as much as I do."
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Posted: Sat Mar 18, 2006 8:30 pm
He wasn't making any sense. None at all. Oh, what he was saying made sense enough, but it came out of the blue.
She wondered if she should bother telling him to stop referring to her as though she weren't a mortal. She decided it wouldn't help his frame of mind, which already seemed rather fragile.
So she stayed quiet, and let him hold her.
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Posted: Sat Mar 18, 2006 8:36 pm
He looked down as if seeing her for the first time. His smile was gentle and unassuming."Chere...?"
He would wait for her attention. "... would you believe me if I said you look beautiful, sitting on my lap in nothing but your lacy bits." He then winked and smirked. A bit of the 'old' Rafe back in the house.
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Posted: Sat Mar 18, 2006 8:39 pm
Owle looked up at him, slowly, waiting for more nonsense to spew from his lips. When she heard what he had to say, she hugged him so hard she might steal his breath.
"Thank-" She bit her tongue, about to say god. "I don't know what. Something. I thought I'd lost you there."
And she smiled up at him. "I believe you, but if you don't mind, I'd like to put some clothes back on..."
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Posted: Sat Mar 18, 2006 8:40 pm
The yarn, while chaoticly enhanced, would be no match at all for the power armour. At most it could hold him down for precious few seconds.
The one advantage was it delayed Gamma's shot by just a few moments, long enough for the ghost to draw in a big breath. The sheet ghost seemed to swell up half its size with the air intake, looking hilarious holding the breath in. Then, in tandem with Gamma's shot, the bedsheet creation spat. What did it spit? Well, a medicine ball sized glob of T-Shirts with snarky slogans.
They tasted horible anyway.
Now, if the glob wasn't threatening enough, the flare grazed it on its way to Gamma. So what was once a speeding ball of shitty T-shirts, was now a speeding ball of shitty T-shirts on fire.
The question is how would the Ghost avoid the same fate as the T-shirts? The answer is in unintentional evasion. You see, reasing all that wind a T-shirt not only made the Ghost lighter and smaller, but propelled it in a completly unpredictable direction.
in this case the flying sheet monster broke through the window of a "Hill Climbing Equipment Co-Op". The sound of munching was heard soon afterward.
It needed to regain strength.
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Posted: Sat Mar 18, 2006 8:54 pm
Gamma swung wide with his left arm, his knife, as the yarn stretched around him. Severing the strands before they could tangle him completely. Now; flaming wads of cloth.
His legs went slack, the artificial muscles in the armor's legs clenched down and threw Gamma's upper body with the movement. Feet still flat on the ground, Gamma hit the pavement; his helmet making a cartoon-ish bonk with the impact.
On what could be considered the first bounce, Gamma pulled his elbows back to lift him from the ground. Just a simple breakfall to avoid the T shirt fireballs and keep him moving. Another sudden shift he pitched himself forward, a crouch, and the ghost was on the move. He lurched forward and jolted into the air as both of his legs fully extended. That left hand of his finding a second flare on his thigh holster.
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Posted: Sat Mar 18, 2006 8:55 pm
"Awww..." he got that gleam in his eyes again as he looked her over. "wrapped in silks, or just your own skin, you are nothing less then beautiful.." But he chuckled and let her up.
"I'm sure your friends have to be wondering what's taking so long." he then glanced towards the outside. "Your friends are nearby...?"
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Posted: Sat Mar 18, 2006 9:01 pm
Owle rewarded him with a smile.
She decided she'd had enough of trying clothes on, and enough of clothes shopping in general. She retrieved her own discarded clothing and began getting back into it as quickly as possible. She did want to get out of the dressing room; she thought she could still smell the blood.
"Rage is outside, probably worried sick about me. Flare is...further away from me than she'd like. And wanting to give you a beating for some reason."
She shook her head, a small smile at that. Flare would be Flare.
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Posted: Sat Mar 18, 2006 9:01 pm
Coming back from a sensor sweep Gammu was coming in on the position of Gamma. On his HUD was a display that showed all vitals and condition of the armour along with a brief description of position. Landing a plum of smoke wafted in the air as the retro rockets momentarly flared up. Cushioning his fall but still not enough to prevent evidence of his mass cracking the pavement. His MAC Thermite Molten Cannon(TMC) at the ready he swung the barrel around. "Hostile is where?"
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Posted: Sat Mar 18, 2006 9:04 pm
"Then perhaps..." He glanced towards the mirror. "I should get going as well." he leaned forward and kissed her nose again. "As pleasant interlude as this was, I do have a job to do." Not concerned about Flare apparently in the least.
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Posted: Sat Mar 18, 2006 9:07 pm
"If you must," Owle answered reluctantly. She leaned upward as he pulled back, standing on her tiptoes to give him a kiss on the cheek. "I hope I'll see you again."
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Posted: Sat Mar 18, 2006 9:08 pm
Gamma landed roughly from his leap, a landing he wasn't expecting. Standing suddenly with the flare nearly being crushed under his armored grip, he turned to see a familiar image. Power armor, though Gammu's seemed to be made from spare parts, yet stylized to match medieval platemail.
This needed reason. This required, this demanded reason. And it was found.
Breathing heavily, the more conscious Gamma replied.
"This way, be ready." then he turned and rushed in the direction the ghost skirted off to.
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Posted: Sat Mar 18, 2006 9:09 pm
A big dopey grin came on his face just then. "You realize that's like the second time you've touched me without any effort?" He just seemed almost childishly pleased with himself over that.
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