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 Posted: Wed Jul 06, 2005 5:24 pm
::The typing of a keyboard could be made out in the background as well as some Romantic Era music. He seemed to ignore Kaiori for a few moments, and then chime back to her::
Well Ms Night you did seem to get a little antsy when I had my hands on you last night, but I didnt think you'd be so eager to return the favor. Did you need anything? Food, water?
::Tyrsais was upstairs currently, and Zio could well tell Mastema that. He was in the area he used as his office, and room::
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Posted: Wed Jul 06, 2005 5:29 pm
*Nana would silently make her way to the stair well, and wander down a level. Once on level ninety-eight, Nana would open the door to the children's room and peer in, the room was still empty. Having their first real taste of freedom, they didn't seem inclined to return right away. Already as such a young age, was Nana no longer neeed? With another light sigh, Nana leaves the room but keeps the door open, she'd then make her way to the elevator*
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Zio?
*Nana would call the elevator, wait, then board and start to head down? Was she leaving the tower? Why?*
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Posted: Wed Jul 06, 2005 5:36 pm
*Mastema knew where Tyr would be, even without Zio's assistance. His foot steps would be quite clearly heard as he ascended the stairs to Tyr's office*
Zio: Good day, Lady Nana. How may I assist you?
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Posted: Wed Jul 06, 2005 5:40 pm
--__--
Zio, in about five minutes, would you please teleport all of the children to their room on floor ninety-eight?
*Nana presses the button for the ground floor, and the elevator starts to decend. It would take at least one minute to get down the tower, and one minute to get back up, leaving three minutes to do whatever it was that Nana was doing now. Nana's voice was calm, and clear, at least as much as she could muster for now. It would get easier as the minutes ticked away*
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Posted: Wed Jul 06, 2005 5:45 pm
::Tyrsais turned in his chair. He could clearly hear the footsteps, and he looked to his camera system. He had not been told their were intruders so he assumed that whomever it was, was one of the members of the citadel. He got up after looking at the cameras, and turned to the door waiting::
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Posted: Wed Jul 06, 2005 5:52 pm
*Mastema put on his most conniving smirk and approached the door way, stopping right in the door way. His scarlet eyes turn and fall upon Tyr* So the rumors are true..... Himura does live again...
Zio: Affirmative. Beginning count down now. *The timer even appeared on Zio's screen*
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Posted: Wed Jul 06, 2005 6:01 pm
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Thank you Zio. Would you also please alert me, a minute and a half before they're teleported?
*Nana obviously had a plan of some sort; the elevator would continue to decend, it would only be a few more seconds until she reached the ground floor. Proto was back on the ground floor of the tower now, perhaps Nana had buisness with the prototype. Afterall Proto was her responsability, and Nana didn't want anything bad to happen to it*
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Posted: Wed Jul 06, 2005 6:03 pm
::Tyrsais got up from his chair, and bowed slightly to Mastema whom was now standing at the doorway. His sword at his side would be a source of a distrubing amount of telepathic background noise. Although nearly impossible to make out it was clear it was speaking.::
Yes Lord Mastema I am... well I wouldn't say I am alive, but I have returned to your citadel in relative good health. It is good to see you are unharmed as well.
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Posted: Wed Jul 06, 2005 6:13 pm
Zio: Very well. You shall be alerted in approximately three minutes and twenty seconds. *The screen vanished*
*He chuckled at Tyr, and even more at his sword. Mastema was a very high level telepath, so the noise was quite clear to him* Oh you will rarely find me in any other form. Many find it quite difficult to leave even the slightest scar on me. So what have we here? A chthonian Kaiori Night?
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Posted: Wed Jul 06, 2005 6:20 pm
*Kaiori was slightly confused in her own world. She had forgotten, she was human. Wasn't she supposed to eat and drink now? Biting her lip she thinks up a probable conclusion to the fact that she still didn't need these things to survive. Her lips drop open in an "o" shape. The item Dom had put inside her, it must be providing her the things she needed to live. The thing inside of her needed her to stay alive. As she continued to muse over this she strays into a silence.*
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Posted: Wed Jul 06, 2005 6:21 pm
::Tyrsais nodded slightly pointing to the screen where her cell was displayed. He looked at it for a few moments, and then looked back at Mastema. It was odd that he took notice of her right away other then asking other questions::
Yes... she is but a mere terrestrial mortal, a feisty one at that... No matter what I do to her so far it only seems to worsen her attitude, and on top of that she seems to have no end to her creativeness...
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Posted: Wed Jul 06, 2005 6:24 pm
--__--
Thank you Zio.
*It would take another few seconds for the elevator to reach the ground floor. Once the elevator doors opened, Nana would step out and immediately start to look around for Proto, so she did have buisness with the contraption, but what? Nana had at least a couple of minutes to get her words across, should the prototype be found in its normal spot*
<.<
Proto?
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Posted: Wed Jul 06, 2005 6:34 pm
I see. *Mastema looked over to the image of Kaiori's cell, then chuckled at Tyr's comment* Well now I could have told you that bit of information. The only way she was able to get out during our last encounter was by use of her angelic abilities, both her own endurance and a charm she had with her. Though this time it would appear she has neither asset. However..... *He turned to another screen which showed Ice Kaiori* That is the tool we may have to worry about.
Proto: *The bot blinked and turned to face Nana. After a moment, it salutes as it always had. There was also his greeting sound, the beep he always emitted*
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Posted: Wed Jul 06, 2005 6:38 pm
::Tyrsais nodded to Mastema in agreeing with his assessment of the risks of her. He wasn't sure completely what to do with the clone himself. He slide over a clipboard of all of Ice Kai's medical scans, magical scans, and the other augmentations that had been found in her body::
She certainly isn't the same that much is obvious... There are far to many tools, and such within her for my simple instruments to make a good idea of what all of them are for... though I have a few ideas on some of them. Truthfully I have no worry about either of them... its their master I'm more concerned with.
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Posted: Wed Jul 06, 2005 6:46 pm
*Nana smiled at the bot, she was glad Proto was ok, after hearing how Zio had retaliated and messed up its systems. Beginning her walk towards Proto, Nana had something a little more serious on the mind, though first she'd more than likely say something about thw whole "helping Thanatos to escape" bit. Nana was not mad at Proto, just worried for it*
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Proto.
*After a few seconds, Nana would open her eyes to gaze upon the robot, then start he own inquirry. Mastema's own was sure to follow later, but Nana wanted to hear Proto's own side of things first*
^__^
I'm glad you're alright again.
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