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 Posted: Fri Aug 15, 2008 8:31 pm
Tyr froze where she was, knife held over a half chopped vegetable. 'What do I say to that? How embarrassed would he be if I told him? Why am I even in this situation?!' She yelled against the walls over own skull. "Um... a-a-ah..." She started, then forced herself to stop stutturing and focus her attention on the celery in her hand that she was cutting. 'Just pretend you're talking to the celery. Celery doesn't sing, right? So it'll be funny and not the most terrifying thing ever.' She told herself, but she couldn't ignore him completely.
"I... I heard... you," She explained to the celery, which didn't say anything back because it's celery and it doesn't talk. "Singing." She clarified, but it didn't seem to ring any bells with the pile of now chopped up celery, so she turned her attention to an onion and hoped it knew what she meant.
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Posted: Fri Aug 15, 2008 8:32 pm
Many people turned when the monk stepped into the building, but it was Wren who spoke. "Mysteriously, Eh?" She sighed and stood up. "Introducing ummmm... Well, he hasn't told me his name yet." As she frowned many of the councilers chuckled, including Alfred who asked. "And what would be your name Monk?" As he stood up, he walked over to the monk to shake his hand. A servant came into the room and lit the candles, evening was falling.
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Posted: Fri Aug 15, 2008 8:33 pm
((Level 15, huh? That means you don't have Timeless Body... which also means you have a -3 to STR, DEX, and CON and a +2 to INT, WIS, and CHA, given your age of 54.))
Rajin made it up the steps just after Taran had. Even though he was not a monk, he was quite fast. He stopped at the top of the steps just behind the monk, waiting to see what the council would have to say about the whole matter. He was almost certain that it would not be any good, considering there was a supposed death of a man. He opened his umbrella and rested it upon his shoulder, still smoking his pipe after all this time.
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Posted: Fri Aug 15, 2008 8:35 pm
"Sire, the man seemed in perfect health after the operation, specifically a coronary artery closure and bypass of the 3rd valve of the heart. he must have had a relapse"Sendral explained.
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Posted: Fri Aug 15, 2008 8:38 pm
's**t' Zero thought. He sighed heavily putting down the knife he was using to peel a potato. "I guess you did. Did you like the song?" he asked carefully picking the knife back up and started cubing the potato. He looked over at Tyr, who looked like she was talking to the onion in her hand.
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Posted: Fri Aug 15, 2008 8:45 pm
Wren stared as yet more people marched upon the tranquility of her council. Comepletely astounded by what the docter had said, it flew right over her head. Alfred understood though. He asked.
"Had he eaten anything before the said 'relapse'? It could've been allergies."
Wren sat down once again in her chair. I'll just let Al deal with the situation, he gets all of thes medical stuff. With a blank look on her face, she stared at the monk and some of her anger returned. Then it was Eran Shorting's turn to jump into the conversation.
"Someone died?!" He asked energetically. "Can I poke him?!" His displays caused half of the council to look down in embarresment, while the other half laughed loudly.
[[These are the three main council members I have chosen to take a major place in the plot]]
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Posted: Fri Aug 15, 2008 8:45 pm
Tyr blushed and focused more of her attention onto the onion, concentrating on it as if if would tell her the secrets of the universe. For a moment she didn't say anything, just sliced the ends off of it and began peeling the dry outer leaves off, and then she decided on what she should do; she should be completely honest. "Of course... I liked it," She told the onion in a soft, watery voice. "It was... so beautiful... it made me stop dead in the middle of the street." She sniffed, starting to cry, blinking hard to try to clear her eyes.
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Posted: Fri Aug 15, 2008 8:50 pm
Zero held back the smile that was about to cross his face. He frowned instead. "It was the song my mother use to sing to me when I was upset" he explained, taking the throughly cooked meat and cutting it up into the pot. He added a few seasonings and stirred them together trying not to think too much about what he had said.
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Posted: Fri Aug 15, 2008 8:58 pm
She didn't even need to turn around to know the expression on his face, Tyr knew from the sound his voice. Tears still streaming down her face she made a couple half hearted attempts to wipe them off with the back of her hand, then turned with both hands heaped full of sliced onions and celery for the stew. "I'm sorry..." She half whispered, curling inward slightly as if trying to hide. "I... I lost my mother, too... and my dad." She explained, keeping her eyes carefully trained on the floor while she moved towards the pot to put the vegetables in. She only had one thing to say about the tears streaming down her face, 'Damn onions, damn sad memories.'
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Posted: Fri Aug 15, 2008 8:59 pm
((I chose to ignore that fact for this RP, since i dident want a Weak old man. We generally don't play with aging penalties unless it is somehow relevant to the character. It seems unrealistic, but it's the way we play. (But neither do we get aging bonuses.)))
"My name is Taran Rockfist. As far as i could tell, the man had not eaten anything for an hour previous, and drunk only water. Do not poke the man. Your words betray your inepitude." Taran shook Alfred's hand, steely gaze never flinching. "It is an honor to meet one so high. Shall the man have a proper burial, or a cremation?"
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Posted: Fri Aug 15, 2008 9:05 pm
"It's not your fault my dad disappeared." Zero said. He stirred the stew a little more. "My mother gave up after Father disappeared." he told Tyr. Zero leaned back some to let the pot simmer a little more. Zero played with the knife in his hands a little not sure of what else to say. He had never really had to carry on his own conversations.
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Posted: Fri Aug 15, 2008 9:13 pm
Tyr was quiet for a moment and set the knife down, shifting uncomfotably and staying standing because she didn't feel comfortable enough in a strangers house to sit down. It occured to her that she hadn't told him her name yet, or her his, but instead of that she said something else entirely, "Both of my parents..." She paused and frowned, as if trying to remember or trying to decide what to say. "...Disappeared... when I was two..." She explained at last, shifting again before actually sitting down.
She trained her eyes on her hands, frowning at them sadly. "It... may not be my fault... what happened to your father... and I may not know... what it's like... to really lose someone... but it doesn't change the fact... that I'm sorry." She told her softly, her voice very quiet as she stared her hands down, regardless of the fact they couldn't stare at her.
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Posted: Fri Aug 15, 2008 9:25 pm
Zero ran a hand through his hair. "Yeah I guess" he muttered stirring the pot again. He stood up and when inside to get two bowls and a few spoons. He handed one to Tyr and waited again for the food to finish cooking. It smelled delicious. He blocked another wave of memories that came over him. The food smelled and appeared to be done he gave some to Tyr and some to himself.
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Posted: Fri Aug 15, 2008 9:39 pm
Tyr reached out for the bowl, being careful not to come into any actually physical contact with him; the food was hot and if she jumped or freaked out like she normally did when touched either one or both of them would end up burned, and she didn't like the idea of that. She sniffed eagerly at it and actually turned a smile on him. "My name's Tyr Hawthorne, I keep forgetting to tell you that..." She explained softly, laughing a little at the end and appearing nervous.
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Posted: Fri Aug 15, 2008 9:50 pm
Zero looked over at her from the corner of his eye. "Zero Blackwelder" He stated, looking back at his stew. He ate a few bites and sighed. "Why are you so nervous?" Zero asked just wanting to know.
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