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 Posted: Wed Aug 21, 2013 4:12 pm
Rep gave him a very toothy grin.
"Don't get your panties in a tangle over it."
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Posted: Wed Aug 21, 2013 4:15 pm
Jordan returned the fanged grin. "How about yours?"
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Posted: Wed Aug 21, 2013 4:19 pm
He folded his arms. And then folded his wing arms over them just to emphasise the extent of just how nonplussed he was. He opened his mouth to comment before closing it again with an exasperated growl. "Just never you jacking mind."
He pointed at the grails. "Can we just get the crazy you back again? The one that wasn't a complete tit."
His tone was, nevertheless more playful than serious, it was good for everyone to be sane again.
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Toshihiko Two rolled 3 6-sided dice:
2, 5, 5
Total: 12 (3-18)
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Posted: Wed Aug 21, 2013 4:27 pm
Harrison rummaged, looking for something specific. He was relieved to see the familiar horns and tail settle into place.
"Thought we'd lost you," he grumbled.
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Posted: Wed Aug 21, 2013 4:34 pm
"No thanks. I'm not into that," Jordan sniped back, grinning. Then he added, "I don't know what I was jacking talking about when I was talking about a ring." He checked his hand, then his wrist, and found the chain mark in place and the strange ring no longer visible. "Delusions of some sort."
He wandered over to lean over and see what Harrison was doing, purring, "What've you got there?" His eyes glinted bright with interest.
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Posted: Wed Aug 21, 2013 4:42 pm
Harrison reluctantly showed them to Jordan.
"They turn into weapons, if you get the right ones. Jack, you know that." You already got some was a pointless plea when it came to Jordan. He softened a little, "I didn't think it sounded right. I wouldn't have lost a ring, not from you."
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Posted: Wed Aug 21, 2013 4:45 pm
"I like them," Jordan said thoughtfully, but he dropped the matter. There were always enough for everyone who'd been fighting, which probably meant that he couldn't take other creeple's things. He sighed wistfully, then leaned over to nuzzle Harrison's ear and reach down to brush his claws across the mark on the back of Harrison's hand. "I know you wouldn't."
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Posted: Wed Aug 21, 2013 4:46 pm
Rep huffed irritably, bristling at Jordan's initial comment before wandering off a ways to retrieve another shiny, a blessing which faded away slowly in his hands.
He sat down on the floor and curled his tail about himself, mantling his wings about himself as he counted up the various objects he'd earned to soothe himself. "I have plenty rings." He offered as his contribution to the conversation at hand. "I have a whole pile of them."
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Posted: Wed Aug 21, 2013 4:52 pm
The objects dematerialized into a few glowing specks, which blinked out. No weapon this time.
Harrison followed Jordan's claws, and looked confused.
"Where's yours?" he asked, referring to the mark Jordan was tracing, "Me and Rep got one." He didn't think it was like Jordan not to have something.
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Posted: Wed Aug 21, 2013 4:56 pm
Jordan pushed back the cuffs of his gloves, first one, then the other, to show the chain markings that circled his wrists, the little flame over the vein on each arm. "One for each of you," he said, his sharp grin softening. "Remember?"
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Posted: Wed Aug 21, 2013 5:10 pm
Rep glanced over at the mention of the markings and raised a brow before pressing his hand to the mark on the back of the other. "I don't remember. I wish I jacking did." It seemed very very important.
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Posted: Wed Aug 21, 2013 5:31 pm
While the others were busy reminescing about their good old days, 'Aymet' grabbed a cup off the wall with the intention to drink from the fountain. It was a set piece, sure, but it seemed okay enough, and it even had some weird automated voice thing going on when he brought the cup close.
But drinking from it changed everything.
He was not who he thought he was - his memories reasserted themselves properly. As did his coat, shadowy, but with the distinct marking of a sun radiating across the back.
Someone was laughing, someone only Aymet could hear. He placed his hands - not claws, hands - on the grips of his holstered guns.
< It's about time you remembered me. >
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