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Rejam rolled 1 12-sided dice:
8
Total: 8 (1-12)
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 Posted: Thu Feb 20, 2014 7:40 pm
No time to think, barely time to hesitate. He didn't want one, but to leave them here after what he'd just endured was unbearable.
He grabbed and glanced to Bashmet and America to make sure they were safe, and didn't linger.
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its me debz rolled 1 12-sided dice:
8
Total: 8 (1-12)
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Posted: Thu Feb 20, 2014 7:42 pm
The ground rattled sharply enough to send Kostya flying to the ground. The shard he'd clutched fell away, and there wasn't enough time to get it again. Struggling to his feet, he snagged the next closest one, eyes falling to America and Taym.
"Everyone have pendant?" he asked, offering his hand to them both, in case one of them didn't.
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Posted: Thu Feb 20, 2014 9:37 pm
Taym had reached to help him up before he'd been tossed away, but he kept his feet and mutely shook his head at Kostya's outstretched hand. "Go," he said to America, reluctant to leave until he was sure they'd all made it.
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Posted: Thu Feb 20, 2014 9:48 pm
Nodding sharply, America pulled out last replacement she'd taken, god she was going to be cleaning up minipet poop for weeks to make up for all the ones she'd used up. "Deus Ex Machina." And then she was outside, in the courtyard of the main headquarters. The girl carefully pocketed her shard and waited for them to appear.
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Posted: Thu Feb 20, 2014 10:02 pm
He stared Taym and for a moment, they were at an impasse: who would be the first to leave?
(Who would be the last to go.)
But the mirrors looked back into him, in fragmented pieces all around the room that was growing steadily, steadily smaller.
(He was weak of will, weak of heart, on his own, and.)
Kostya gave Obadiah one last, lingering look, and used his pendant. He arrived next to America, drained. A sidelong glance at her, and the slightest knitting of his brows. "Please. Next time am saying, have good idea for activity, please remind of this. Vas not so bad as artifact time, but..."
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Posted: Thu Feb 20, 2014 10:07 pm
Taym was there an instant behind him, face drawn and exhausted--so much so he didn't even bother to glare at Kostya or America. He caught the tail end of Kostya's regrets, and didn't even comment. He hadn't commented on the always mad conversation, either.
"We done here?" he asked, not spitefully but tiredly.
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Posted: Thu Feb 20, 2014 10:11 pm
The two found themselves abruptly hugged and held by five feet, seven inches of ecstatic redhead. "We did it!" And yeah, getting there had been shitty and hard and parts of it had ******** hurt so damn much. But that was past and gone and they were back, whole and fine and ******** victorious. She stepped back, hands still on their arms and beamed at them, "We're ********> awesome!"
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Posted: Thu Feb 20, 2014 10:19 pm
He was exhausted on several levels, but found his spirits lifting at America's enthusiasm. She was an endless fount, excitable and in love with life itself. Kostya let her sudden physical contact wash over him, and for the first time, noticed that such gestures no longer possessed him with a sickly sort of fear.
His face turned awe-struck, and dumbly, Kostya nodded. "Is being true. Had much success."
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Posted: Thu Feb 20, 2014 10:24 pm
In direct contrast to Kostya's docile acceptance, Taym yanked himself free the second he was able, suspended for the instant in a state of abject awkwardness, unable to decide what to do with his hands, with his eyes, with the sudden expression of fear and disgust on his face.
Pockets, for cigarettes, the easy answer. Far wall. Stoic sarcasm.
"Yeah, bunch of conquering heroes," he deadpanned, turning to go. "Call me if you need anything," he added without looking back.
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Posted: Thu Feb 20, 2014 10:39 pm
She frowned a bit at the retreating back, a bit of the cheer fading, but when she turned back to Kostya is was with a smaller, warmer smile, if a bit wry around the edges. "No names or curses. I think we're wearing him down."
America hooked her arm around the Russian, because she was so painfully tactile, and too often cared for people who were not. She ground herself and identified others so wholly through her senses; not being able to touch always created a void, an unwanted distance. For once he'd accepted contact, allowing the door to open just enough that she wouldn't hesitate or hold back any longer. "None of us were hurt in ways that couldn't be walked off and we got what we came for. Total success, Konstantin, and it was a good idea. A great idea."
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Posted: Fri Feb 21, 2014 12:10 am
With an exploratory touch, like a kitten with their eyes open for the very first time, Kostya allowed America's touch. He slid his own arm around her shoulders, easy, and he deeply wondered what had been so wrong. (Syntax smiled sleepily, the sensation of wire-frames shifting, and a sleepy murmur that he was just so tired, and too young to be worried about the dreams of darkness, the dreams of gleaming blood and bone.) "Not so fond of mirror," he explained, watching Taym retreat, lips pursing. "But da, much success. And much faster, too. Vent to get artifact, took entire day. Almost more. Avay almost forty eight hour."
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