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Posted: Fri Oct 07, 2005 2:03 pm
*Mell just shakes her head, muttering* Clearly all subtlety is lost on you ...
So, you're going to take a stand against that mean old choir of angels, are you?
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Posted: Fri Oct 07, 2005 2:07 pm
:::With a tone of unconcerned certainty:::
Yes, I will.
:::She sips:::
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Posted: Fri Oct 07, 2005 2:11 pm
How noble of you.
Just what sort of dastardly deeds has he been commiting here?
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Posted: Fri Oct 07, 2005 2:13 pm
The Seraphim keeps attacking us... I don't know what he tells the others, but when he abducted me, he attempted to persuade me into joining him in aquiring the Brink, to get it out of the Captain's hands.... he didn't get a very favorable response.
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Posted: Fri Oct 07, 2005 2:16 pm
No, I suspect he didn't. *Mell responds cooly, her expression neutral*
He claims Tavin has possession of this place then? Total control over it? Did he tell you why he wanted it?
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Posted: Fri Oct 07, 2005 2:20 pm
To return it to rightous hands...I think. He tried to convince me that the Captain was using us for unnoble means, and that he was a murderer, and a bad person. Tried to convince me that the Captain had been lying to us all. I tended not to believe him after that.
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Posted: Fri Oct 07, 2005 2:21 pm
Interesting . . . .
I assume he did not take your refusal well.
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Posted: Fri Oct 07, 2005 2:23 pm
No... I was assulted rather severly... but I take injury better than most. It was my thought process that suffered though. It was hard to think of this place the same way after that...
:::She sipped again and looked vacantly in another direction:::
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Posted: Fri Oct 07, 2005 2:28 pm
Hmm, yes, you are a bit on the sturdy side, physically. Not quite so emotionally resilient, then?
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Posted: Fri Oct 07, 2005 2:31 pm
Well...
::She smirks a little, snapping back for a moment:::
Compaired to my physical strength, I'm still relatively inexpereinced at emotions...
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Posted: Fri Oct 07, 2005 2:34 pm
Malazar walks into the Main Room from the Library with a book in hand. He pauses to note the room's inhabitants.
"Cora! How nice too see you again, I trust all is well?"
He half-smile and tips an imaginary hat to Melliandra.
"Good afternoon ma'am, I am Malazar, a pleasure to make you acquintance."
From his upbeat tone he had not heard their topic of conversation yet.
"I hope I'm not interupting, would either of you like something to drink?"
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Posted: Fri Oct 07, 2005 2:36 pm
*Mell rubs her chin again* Ahhh, yes, so you'd mentioned. Repressive society or somesuch.
I take it, like Tavin, you're finding them a bit tricky to adjust to... *she trails off as Malazar greets them*
Ahhh, another new face.
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Posted: Fri Oct 07, 2005 2:39 pm
What..? :::She wondered what she meant?::: He's new to them too?
:::But just then Malazar appeared, and she beemed:::
Oh goodness! :::Cora left her empty glass of water where she was, and strode towards him:::
Malazar! It's been months!! :::she gave him a big hug:::
:::letting go and gesturing::: I take it you haven't met Melliandra...
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Posted: Fri Oct 07, 2005 2:47 pm
Serenis What..? :::She wondered what she meant?::: He's new to them too? :::But just then Malazar appeared, and she beemed::: Oh goodness! :::Cora left her empty glass of water where she was, and strode towards him::: Malazar! It's been months!! :::she gave him a big hug::: :::letting go and gesturing::: I take it you haven't met Melliandra... Mal grins and returns the hug. "Months eh? Well I'll certainly try to stop by more often." He looks around at the empty space surrounding them and speaks. "You hear that? My friend here wants to see me more often, lets try to accomodate her." With that said he turns to Mell. "No, I have not, a pleasure to meet you."
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Posted: Fri Oct 07, 2005 2:52 pm
*Melliandra watches their exchange with some amusement, the inclines her head slightly as Mal turns back to her. She looks him up and down, then offers her hand, murmering dryly* Charmed, I'm sure.
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