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 Posted: Sun Jun 12, 2005 5:15 pm
:::He's just looking into his wine glass now. If one thing gets his mind off of Luana, it's figuring out how to break it to his world that he's been appearing in the brink:::
The elders don't know yet... no one does. Except Kara, and you don't know the HELL I've gone through to make her keep it a secret.
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Posted: Sun Jun 12, 2005 5:20 pm
*She gives up and takes a drink of her soda.* Don't know what? About the Brink?
You know, I don't like lying, but I always had an emergency story planned for if we ran into someone back in my time.
*Luana thought about her time for a second. The trees, the flowers, the lake. K had been amazed by all of it. It didn't exist in his time. It made her a little sad to imagine the Earth as a dead planet.* No rush, though.
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Posted: Sun Jun 12, 2005 5:26 pm
I've told you that the people of my time know about the brink, right? The people who appear here are considered as gods almost. They've been wondering if my sister and I would come here, being who we are.
::takes a long sip:::
I was ready to break the good news to them, but then I began to realize that something here isn't right. The pieces don't fit. Somewhere along the line the story got messed up, and until I figure out exactly what the problem is, I don't want them to know.
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Posted: Sun Jun 12, 2005 5:33 pm
Oh, right. I remember now. You said a long time ago that I wasn't in any of the stories, or something like that.
I love a good puzzle now and then. If I can help... *Yeah, right, she silently thinks to herself as she lets the sentance drop off. She shakes the thought off.* Just let me know.
*Of course, in her mind, there is more to it than that. If his people worship those in the Brink, then they probably know a lot more about it than she does. It occurs to her in that moment that Tavin would be included there, and the idea of telling K about Tavin and her angel becomes a bad one as far as she can see.*
*Her smile is gone, and she takes a long drink from her soda bottle.*
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Posted: Sun Jun 12, 2005 5:35 pm
Actually...tell me. Have you seen a woman here, with long silver hair? :::it was a long shot, but he had to wonder::::
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Posted: Sun Jun 12, 2005 5:37 pm
*Luana thinks for a moment.* No, I can't say that I have. Should I keep my eyes open for her?
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Posted: Sun Jun 12, 2005 5:38 pm
:::he looks back down at his wine:::
Please do... oh! Cora, you've met her right? When was the last time you saw her?
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Posted: Sun Jun 12, 2005 5:42 pm
Um... Yeah. I met her a while back, and I saw her about two or three visits ago.
*Now, who did I see ont those other visits?* Oh! It was Luke I told about Daedalus before. I remember now.
Sorry. It just hit me. Yeah, I've met Cora. Why?
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Posted: Sun Jun 12, 2005 5:48 pm
:::He just realizes that a few visits ago for Luana doesn't mean a thing time wise. Ever since Luke mentioned that Cora had changed...had gained the characteristics of a Mercy, a million things had crossed his mind:::
Cora...is a very important part of our history. Our people live parallel to the people in her world. We are at constant battle, unfortunately.
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Posted: Sun Jun 12, 2005 5:55 pm
Amazing. People figure out new ways to travel, entertain, and cure disease every day, but the can't stop killing each other.
*Luana caps her drink, pulls the chalk out of her pocket, and starts to play with it with one hand while twisting a lock of hair with the other.*
It can't be easy to lead your people through a war like that. Why are you fighting?
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Posted: Sun Jun 12, 2005 6:01 pm
We're not fighting...we're defending ourselves.
:::His expression turns to grave seriousness::: Their society is threatened by free thought. The proof that logic outside their own is possible exists in our livelyhood. To them, we are a smear in what would be a 'perfect' species. But of course for their perfect race to exist they don't love or eat or do anything we're supposed to enjoy...they're dead. To them, breathe is just a clock, ticking.
:::His hand clentch around the glass for a moment, but he releases when he realizes it:::
((for all you fans out there, that's an Equilibrium quote))
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Posted: Sun Jun 12, 2005 6:19 pm
*The chalk tumbles from her hand and lands on a bar, but stops rolling when it turns onto a flat side. Luana just leaves it there and stands up.*
Hm. I wonder at what point in history some idiot decided to redefine "perfect."
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Posted: Sun Jun 12, 2005 6:31 pm
:::he frowns and looks up at her:::
I'm afraid there's no specific point in time. The projection of one's own species is an ageless concept. But that line of thought always took leaps ahead along side any technological revolutions:::
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Posted: Sun Jun 12, 2005 6:41 pm
I don't know about you, but I think I'd rather do or talk about something else now. I have the image of the lake drying up in my mind, and I'd really like to get it out.
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Posted: Sun Jun 12, 2005 6:45 pm
:::His eyes widen a moment:::
Oh, of course. I'm sorry for getting us on such a topic. As beautiful as your world is Luana, I realized later that I could never live in a world such as yours. You have all the fruits of the earth, but most of your people take them entirely for granted. My world may not have much, but we are utterly thankful for what we do. It really does make all the difference.
:::He tries on a smile:::
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