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 Posted: Fri Sep 02, 2005 9:48 pm
*both eyebrows go up at that* Reality?
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Posted: Fri Sep 02, 2005 9:55 pm
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Posted: Fri Sep 02, 2005 9:57 pm
*Mell plants her hands on her hips and shoots him an exasperated look* Elaborate, Tavin.
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Posted: Fri Sep 02, 2005 10:02 pm
*Tavin shoots her back a stern glance*
I can't Melli! I don't understand it myself
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Posted: Fri Sep 02, 2005 10:05 pm
*she reaches out to poke him in the chest* You understand it enough to do it.
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Posted: Fri Sep 02, 2005 10:10 pm
That's not the same, Melli. Seriously.
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Posted: Fri Sep 02, 2005 10:14 pm
*Mell folds her arms across her chest and glares at him, annoyed* What manner of fool do you take me for?
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Posted: Fri Sep 02, 2005 10:25 pm
*Tavin frowns*
I don't know. What manner of fool are you?
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Posted: Fri Sep 02, 2005 10:28 pm
*Melliandra sighs, but then laughs* A stubborn one, but a fool indeed, to hope I'd ever get a straight answer out of you . . *she says, fading out as she does*
**Exit Melliandra**
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Posted: Sat Sep 17, 2005 2:51 am
If there was one thing that could have been the last to expect from the paradoxical man that soon flickered into the Brink, it would be war and leadership on a competent level. Barking orders and resisting some oppressive force, and had he been in the skies above his voice would have rained down upon his troops like a warm summer's drizzle. He wasn't however, and quickly found himself speaking in slightly hushed tones, "Odd battallions, forward! Even, cover fire! We're pushing these mechanical bastards back!"
As his sight began to fully take in this new darkness he noticed for the first time that the weapons he held were little but battered pistols, and not two of his only friends. He glanced around, not understanding the sudden yank that pulled him away from his troops. It came back to him slowly, the Brink of Time. His visit would be shortlived, he had no time for pleasure and leisure, he had to protect his family. He had to protect all families. He had to serve, protect, and defend. Aye, it was his life.
((I was bored and decided to throw this in ^_^ Its non-continuous and only a possibility. Thought about posting it in the OOC thread for comments because I'm writing short stories based off of Torment and Tacitus to pass by my composition professor. Posted it here instead because Tac might actually turn out like that one day. Along his current ley line, he might.))
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WhimsicalCow Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Sep 17, 2005 7:48 pm
**Enter Maggie**
*Maggie flickers in, seated with her arms folded atop one of the tables, her head resting on them. Her sewing is clutched loosely in her hands - clearly she's nodded off in the middle of working on it*
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Posted: Sat Sep 17, 2005 7:55 pm
:::Kara fades into the brink seated at the bar. The large vanity mirror before her had disappeared, and so had the attendants working to unfasten her wrappings. She had taken a brush to her own hair to keep herself occupied while being tended to, and stopped slowly realizing where she was:::
:::She turned around seeing who else was there... and a grin fell onto her face as silently as the day turns to night:::
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WhimsicalCow Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Sep 17, 2005 7:57 pm
*Maggie breathes in and out evenly, oblivious to the trouble that's just arrived*
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Posted: Sat Sep 17, 2005 8:05 pm
:::Kara moved quietly, from the barstool over to where Maggie slept peacefully...
The poor dear... mm...dreaming sweetly I bet
She intended to wake Maggie, but gently... very gently. This was an opportunity to touch something Kara might not otherwise get to play with...something that wasn't hers.
Yet.
Kara's own hair was let down, and she was in a sleeping gown, made of a synthetic cloth as soft as down, the wrappings over her feet beginning to unwind on their own now that no one looked after it. Kara smiled at the lovely chance she'd been given. She stood directly behind Maggie, peering over her face as it lay backwards over the arch of her neck.... Kara placed her hand at the crown of Maggie's head and pushed some hair down to the side of her face. Kara took up the brush and began to stroke at it gently:::
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WhimsicalCow Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Sep 17, 2005 8:08 pm
*Maggie stirs slightly, but doesn't come fully awake. She sighs quietly, her lips parting to murmer softly* . . . . Bard . . .
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