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 Posted: Thu Jan 17, 2008 7:15 pm
"I'll stay," Paul muttered. Trying to get to his feet at the moment would be.... unwise. Very much so. It would be way worse to fall back over. Just laying and waiting for something to change. Hopefully involving painkiller, or a bullet to the head for one or more parties, Paul himself possibly included. Hell sounded pretty darned good right now.
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Posted: Thu Jan 17, 2008 7:56 pm
Whoooo!
Breath had never been quite so sweet. "Hey, thanks! Joe, Josh, Alan, other deis ex machina style people. Very grateful." Siber saw Paul on the ground and asked his Anahata for a favor.
You seem to excel in healing magic.
That I do. Have you fixed your balances yet?
According to whom?
Me.
No. Are you sure you're not lying to me? I feel balanced.
Just stop putting it all in the back of your brain and I swear I'll help you out. That's all I want.
And I suppose imposing feelings on my psyche will not pass for sincerity in this instance?
It will not.
Okay. Siber sighed, enjoyed the fact that he could sigh for a few seconds, and called over to Paul. "Sorry, I can't help you out, or I would. As it stands, smell this." He searched around in his pockets until he found a small tin. Opening it, he extracted a smaller vial and popped the cork. "It's vanilla. It relaxes the mind; helps with insomnia, too. Wanna sniff?" While waiting for an answer, he got out another one and sniffed it, closing his eyes- mint. Mental stimulant. "I've got mint, too; I know it sounds like a ridiculous thing to do, but it does heighten your cognitive abilities, if anyone wants some."
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Posted: Fri Jan 18, 2008 7:06 am
[[sorry, I'm bored. -Legion- if you wanted something else to happen to me coming out of shadow than whatever I put tell me and I will edit my post accordingly. I am just kind of typing at the moment until everyone gets on... <3 ]]
Chaos had stopped drifting, coming out of unconsciousness finally, while still in shadow. Though her last thoughts and blacking out had likely only passed in seconds since she had been pulled into shadow, it had felt like hours. She felt repleted after hovering in shadow, and suddenly wondered why she hadn't dropped out yet. As though the blackness around her had sensed her thought, indeed it may have, she felt her momentum stop and knew she was about to be released.
Gravity returned as her shadow materialized on a wall and she stepped out as though through a doorway. Hands on her guns she looked around then relaxed, though the bright lights glared in her eyes from the sudden change. As she blinked rapidly she took a few steps forward and found herself a few steps away from him. Immediately she stood at attention, folding her hands behind her back and bowing her head slightly before looking back up at Him. "Legion, Sir."
Belatedly she realized that she had quite a many bruises on her own person, along her sides and arms, and a few nasty bumps on her head. She touched her cheek lightly, thinking she had a black eye too, and her clothes were rather ragged looking now, though still mostly in place, just a few rips here and there. She didn't think she was bleeding either, and her magic was rebuilding its caches as she stood still, so she figured she had came out pretty good. < Especially with those odds>, she thought, cringing inwardly. She looked up again, wondering what Legion's take on the mission would be.
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Posted: Fri Jan 18, 2008 7:18 pm
Joe laughed and said, "Suit yourself," to Paul. Then, he turned and walked down the alley.
"No problem at all," he said to Siber. "Seems my energy was made for giving. Anytime you need it, gimme a holler." He clapped him on the shoulder gently and smiled. "Let me get some of that mint. Maybe it'll help us figure out what to do next."
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Posted: Sun Jan 20, 2008 1:45 pm
((Sick, feeling dead, and out of it. I'm aware enough to type but not enough so to move the plot along. I'll try to pull something together soon.))
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Posted: Sun Jan 20, 2008 3:48 pm
((Sorry for the absence...cutting weight for wrestling, I'm dead tired these days...))
Kayla responded to the fireblast by channeling her fire demon. It was smooth and natural, and aided by the demon himself. He was aching to be brought into the sunlight anyway, and it was all Kayla could do to keep the transformation from progressing to what she thought of as 'stage two' now, where she'd start losing conciousness of her actions. She also didn't bargain on how much transforming into a being made mostly of fire would burn. As black-lined, glowing orange crasks spread over her skin, she saw stars and gritted her teeth so hard her jaw popped painfully. By the time she surfaced as a working firestarter, there was a big hole in the wall and a lot of confusion in general. She followed Alex, searching for some kind of direction.
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Posted: Sun Jan 20, 2008 5:55 pm
"Why not?" Paul muttered, trying to focus on Siber. It wasn't too easy.
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Posted: Fri Jan 25, 2008 10:40 am
(( -pokes the thread with a stick- Hello??? (((echo))) lol. Where is everybody??))
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Posted: Fri Jan 25, 2008 12:42 pm
((I, personally, have been dying in the hell that is winter term genetics. Also, I'm waiting for other people.))
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Posted: Fri Jan 25, 2008 2:47 pm
((I, too, have been entrapped quite terribly, but instead, I've been stricken by stummy flu. As in, throwing up, an odd combination of diarrhea and potential constipation, dehydration, stomach cramps, headaches, and a fever. And I posted, see?))
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Posted: Fri Jan 25, 2008 6:11 pm
((Post comin' up tomorrow whether I'm up to the task or not soon. Sorry for delay. And your post was like two sentences, dude. xd ))
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Posted: Sat Jan 26, 2008 12:06 pm
((*sigh* hate to miss all the sick/boring/dead/annoying things going on, but i just got myself grounded for a couple weeks, so odds are i won't be on for a while. venom, i trust you to play with my character, since i've already told you what i wanted to happen. i'll pick it up when i come back lol. thanks. xp ))
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Posted: Sun Jan 27, 2008 6:39 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 27, 2008 7:24 pm
((Dude, this is so much later than tomorrow xd ))
Siber let the others have a wiff of the stuff and put them away, then pulled out his juggling balls again. His chest still hurt, but there was nothing he could do about it, and the medical staff was busy with Paul. He let the steady motion of bouncing them against the ground, the quick triangles of trajectory strangely quiet in their cycle as he lost focus, letting his subconscious dictate what he heard as he slept without sleeping, slowly rebuilding his depleted supplies.
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Posted: Sun Jan 27, 2008 8:07 pm
((Wasn't able to post yesterday... but soon. Seriously.))
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