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 Posted: Thu Nov 30, 2006 9:34 pm
*Luke lets out a frustrated sigh as his question goes unanswered. But he tries to get himself under control. Whatever happens ... Whatever this did for him - what's done is done. He can't change anything now, and whatever happened ... it was the best he was going to get. There's not a thing he can do to make this any more effective.*
*So he rolls with it.*
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Posted: Thu Nov 30, 2006 9:35 pm
*Mell flashes a grin* Only one way to tell for certain, now, isn't there?
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Posted: Thu Nov 30, 2006 9:37 pm
*Tavin smiles*
Then we might as well go ahead and start.
*Tavin gets up and heads towards the main room*
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Posted: Thu Nov 30, 2006 9:43 pm
*Luke pulls himself together. They hadn't even started yet, and he needed to be on. He nods to himself, stands up, and follows Tavin.*
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Posted: Thu Nov 30, 2006 9:48 pm
*Melliandra folds up the paper she and Tavin had written on, and tucks it inside her left boot. She runs her fingers over the edge of the books, clucks her tongue, then rises and reluctantly leaves them behind to follow the boys*
**Exit Mell, Luke, and Tavin to Main, 1164**
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Posted: Wed Dec 13, 2006 6:01 pm
:::Cora is seated at her usual spot in the libary, among piles of books... and now some magazines as well. Not to mention some crafting guides mingled in amongst a book entitled "Space and time bounded nondeterminism for cellular automata"
She's idly flipping through one of the women's magazines... a February 2005 issue of Allure:::
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Posted: Wed Dec 13, 2006 6:10 pm
**Enter Luke**
*After searching the ground surrounding Aimee's dorm building to his satisfaction, Luke called Aimee ... He is walking slowly back to his apartment building, keeping an eye out for anyone he knows, should he run into them.*
*He enters the Brink and halts in his tracks.*
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Posted: Wed Dec 13, 2006 6:14 pm
:::Cora jerks up out of her reading suddenly when she hears shuffling near by. She looks around and sees Luke, and smiles:::
Hey there...
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Posted: Wed Dec 13, 2006 6:20 pm
*Cora.*
*Luke turns to face her. His face is pale, except for a deep bruise cut across the right of his jaw. His voice is detached.* Hey...
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Posted: Wed Dec 13, 2006 6:22 pm
:::Cora is motionless for a moment, her heart lodging somewhere in her throat when she sees the giant bruise over his face. But a split second later she was up and rushing towards him:::
Goodness! What in the world happened to you..? THis is- Did someone punch you?
:::She began to cradle his jaw bone in her one hand while she examined the bruise around his cheek:::
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Posted: Wed Dec 13, 2006 6:27 pm
*Luke speaks in a voice disconnected from the emotions rising through him.* .... I punched him. *His eyes search Cora's... barely believing it himself.* I hit the Seraphim.
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Posted: Wed Dec 13, 2006 6:35 pm
:::Cora freezes again. If her heart was in her throat before now it was up, beating against her skull.
She lowers her hands from his face, her skin pale as the pages of the books on the table. Eyes wide:::
...what?
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Posted: Wed Dec 13, 2006 6:38 pm
*Speaking the words hold a new power for him. He stares right at her.* He came to my time.... He .... He threatened to .... And I.... I punched him. *He speaks quickly and excitedly, clenching his fist.* I nailed him right across the face.
Cora, he went down.
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Posted: Wed Dec 13, 2006 6:40 pm
:::Cora's eyes flashed back and forth at his, from one side to the other, her brain trying to comprehend first that Luke had just seen the Seraphim in his own time, that Luke survived, and not only did her survive, he had hit the Seraphim back...:::
But... he's, he's so strong.
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Posted: Wed Dec 13, 2006 6:42 pm
No. No, he...
*Luke realized that he sounded like he was out of his mind. Which made sense - he felt like what he witnessed simply couldn't have happened. But it DID. It worked. And Cora...*
Cora, there's ... there's something I need to tell you about.
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