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 Posted: Sat May 22, 2010 6:03 pm
One hand shot out. The tips of his gloved fingers were pressed to Nemesis' forehead, easing her an arm's length away. "Don't," said the General-King, "crowd me."
He looked irritated enough that he was 'talking' to a wall. Eventually he relented, "I'm telling it who we are, Nemesis," and hunched to one side in a futile attempt to hide what he was doing as he scratched again --
Let us out. Who is the Wizard
And added belatedly,
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Posted: Sat May 22, 2010 6:12 pm
Her shoulder's jumped as his fingers pressed to her forehead, and while the act wasn't physically strong enough to force her away, it had enough of an emotional impact that she allowed him his space. "You crowded me earlier," she retorted, which was true. She had felt crowded earlier, and logic stood that if he could do it, she could do it too.
Her face was going to become permanently stuck in a disapproving, irritated expression, with how much it was on her face. Now she couldn't even see what he was writing, the a*****e. She leaned close, trying to see what the hell he was scribbling. "You should add a 'please'," she said curtly, a small, smug smile turning her lips up as she managed to catch a glimpse of what he had written down.
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Posted: Sat May 22, 2010 6:21 pm
The writing was quick: If I knew a way out, I wouldn't be here, now would I.
The letters quivered a little, as did the remaining "ink," as if it was considering a little further. Then it appended, slowly, as if in incredulity: Who is the Wizard?
The underline came a few seconds later, after more thought.
Come to think of it, the handwriting looked a bit familiar.
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Posted: Sat May 22, 2010 6:26 pm
"Please don't make me push in your eyes," said Charonite, and read the message for a third time over. His expression had gone from bewildered to thunderstruck to annoyed. Glancing at Nemesis, he turned attention back to the message again and the emphatic little underline beneath Wizard.
So he scratched Yes and, impatiently, how do I open door?
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Posted: Sat May 22, 2010 6:33 pm
"Then stop trying to hide what's going on and let me see," she replied. Really, she wasn't all that eager to have Charonite pushing at her again. Nemesis just wanted to know what was going on. "God, your grammar could use some work..." she chastised playfully, and then carefully stepped out off his arm's range, just in case he followed through with his polite threat. Did she think she could do it better? Possibly, but that was always how she thought.
Did she think she could lead the Dream Team better than Pegasus? Maybe. Would she even want to lead the team? No way in hell. It was the same sort of situation.
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Posted: Sat May 22, 2010 7:05 pm
Most bewilderingly of all:
How would I know? Who are you?
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Posted: Sat May 22, 2010 7:09 pm
Nemesis had received a look for the grammar chastisement. In reality, Charonite was well-prepared for any length of time spent with Sailor Nemesis: time around Khaldun Cilentani made him equal to the task. He read over the door's message again.
"Hold on," he said.
He scratched, punctuation overlooked in the face of impatience again: we were in the cells my name is Charonite. Who is the wizard -- feeling stupid.
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Posted: Sat May 22, 2010 7:17 pm
Nemesis rolled her eyes at him, turning to lean her back against the wall next to the wooden door. Her arms folded naturally against her chest, head inclined slightly to the side to oversee the strange conversation. "You're not even going to introduce me," she cut in again, though hardly looked upset over it. "Why are you so focused on finding out who the wizard is when I think our priority is uhhh... getting through the door?" Nemesis really was not known for her patience. She was better known for being a difficult person to deal with.
Maybe one of her issues was that she never much liked most the people she met. Charonite was in middle-ground on her Like -> Dislike scale. Sadly, he ranked higher than some of the senshi Nemesis had met in the past few months.
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Posted: Sat May 22, 2010 7:18 pm
Merlin?
When this received no response, the scratches seemed to quiver in more thought before they went on.
I am -- or was -- Elaine of Astolat. Are you foreign to this place?
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Posted: Sat May 22, 2010 7:24 pm
"I'm not using your name," said Charonite, still staring at the door, "because names have power. I'm keeping you out of ******** danger. Who is 'Merlin.'" That was muttered more to himself. Maybe the General-King had never seen any Disney films or heard any of the Arthurian legends, because any five-year-old could tell you who 'Merlin' was. "Stop. Let me think."
This took a bit. When he scratched his next words on the door, they were:
yes. Who put you in the cell and why
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Posted: Sat May 22, 2010 7:27 pm
The letters convulsed briefly, as if in a brief laugh, ha!, before they started to rearrange themselves.
I am a Traitor. That is my crime: Treason. Didn't you read the sign?
A few moments later:
I thought we would all be dead here by now.
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Posted: Sat May 22, 2010 7:35 pm
She was surprised, her blue eyes fixing briefly on Charonite's face before she looked back at the door. "Why are you keeping me out of danger?" It seemed... well, definitely out of place for General-King Charonite to keep Sailor Nemesis out of harm's way. Yes, that definitely sounded off in her head. Again her gaze seemed to flicker to his face, as if that would explain things to her. It didn't.
"Merlin... like uh, Sword in the Stone Merlin?" Nemesis had definitely seen some Disney Films back when she was little and far more adorable (far, far more). "With King Arthur and all that crap?" That was the only bell the name rung in her head.
"Maybe you should tell her that she's already dead," she said, clearly thinking that it was just some long-dead spirit holding them up in conversation.
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Posted: Sat May 22, 2010 7:39 pm
Charonite did not respond to these two items, as though they weren't worth responding to and in any case weren't worth the time spent figuring out an answer. He looked at her. He looked at the door. He looked at her again. Then he sighed and started scraping at the door again:
You are dead
-- which didn't exactly soften the blow.
what sign???
Nor did it modestly or sympathetically dwell on Elaine of Astolat's deceasedness.
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Posted: Sat May 22, 2010 7:48 pm
Nemesis groaned softly, lightly knocking the back of her skull against the cold stone wall behind her, "You are so ******** frustrating." She answered all his damned questions before, and she was fighting with him every inch of the way to get him to even answer one of her's. Maybe she wouldn't answer his next question, for payback.
"...and clearly a real people person, too." Nemesis couldn't help but notice that his conversation with the ghost was... well, cruelly blunt. There had to be a better way to tell someone that they were dead without utterly crushing them. Apparently Charonite did not know of a little thing called 'tact'.
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Posted: Sat May 22, 2010 7:50 pm
The noose. For Traitors.
She didn't waste time with chat, that was for certain.
You're out of your cell?
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