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 Posted: Sat Oct 08, 2005 6:29 pm
*Mell catches that glance, her lips twisting into a wry sort of smile, but she still refrains from comment*
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Posted: Sat Oct 08, 2005 6:31 pm
:::Cora nods, understandingly:::
I see... but... then. Where did this blood come from...?
:::She looked back at Melliandra, a look of distrust in her eyes:::
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Posted: Sat Oct 08, 2005 6:33 pm
Melliandra has a... proclivity for killing I'm afraid. You'ld best ask her.
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Posted: Sat Oct 08, 2005 6:35 pm
I've still got a ways to go before I catch up to you, Tavin, darling. *Mell murmers, smirking against her glass as she takes another sip*
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Posted: Sat Oct 08, 2005 6:37 pm
*Tavin hangs his head*
Melli.... Please don't try to catch up.
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Posted: Sat Oct 08, 2005 6:40 pm
:::Cora's mouth hangs slightly ajar for a brief moment, as she tries to understand the reality of the situation. Finally, she slams her fists on the bar top:::
Murderer!
:::She stays in place though, not knowing enough about what she's to do in such a situation... she's not in Omegatropolis anymore, she looks to her superior:::
...Captain!
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Posted: Sat Oct 08, 2005 6:42 pm
*Mell lifts her eyebrows* Who do you mean, Cora? *she asks pleasantly* Him, or me?
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Posted: Sat Oct 08, 2005 6:47 pm
Cora, SIT DOWN!
*Tavin shakes his head*
Not everyone holds the same beliefs that you do.
*Tavin stares pointedly at Melli*
Nor does everyone share the remorse for what they have done as some of us.
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Posted: Sat Oct 08, 2005 6:51 pm
:::Cora, startled at her Captain having raised his voice at her sits immidiately in the bar chair closest to her. Normally she'd be laden with guilt for having to be repremanded, but she found this circumstance all too upsetting to sit AND be quiet:::
Captain! You can't mean that at ANY point in time murder was believed to be excusable!
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Posted: Sat Oct 08, 2005 6:54 pm
*Melliandra returns Tavin's look, and tells him rather cryptically* Even shadows must be true to their shade.
*She sips her drink again and lets him handle Cora's naive little outburst*
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Posted: Sat Oct 08, 2005 7:00 pm
*Tavin let out a sigh*
Cora, at many times in history, murder has not only been accepted and condoned, but actually encouraged. I don't agree with it, but many do. Besides, there can be circumstances involved. Like killing for protection.
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Posted: Sat Oct 08, 2005 7:06 pm
:::Cora glares over at Melliandra with disdain, she kept her voice low:::
How am I supposed to coexist with such an unevolved, barbarian creature??
:::Unable to bare the thought, she stands back up, and raises her voice::: She's attacked Maggie...and Bard! What if she kills them...? Are we supposed to just let her? Because SHE accepts it?
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Posted: Sat Oct 08, 2005 7:13 pm
*Mell chuckles and grins to Tavin* The enlightened are always so tolerant, aren't they?
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Posted: Sat Oct 08, 2005 7:15 pm
*Tavin shakes his head*
Because you don't have a choice, Cora. How would you stop her? You'ld have to kill her. And wouldn't that make you a murderer?
*Tavin looks Melliandra eye to eye*
Besides, she wouldn't dare kill anyone here. If she did, she'd be the next one to die.
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Posted: Sat Oct 08, 2005 7:26 pm
No! I can stop her just fine without killing her! I am NOT a murderer! I am not some moraless creature, incapable of kindness or regard like THAT.
:::She points dramatically, and takes a step closer to Melliandra::: You are not worthy of the air you're breathing if you dare deprive it of anyone else! I've made it my life's work to stop inhuman wreches such as yourself! And if my life still had the baring it once did on all humanity, you'd be much less a part of it.
:::Her arm swings to the door, her blood boiling:::
Get out! Get out of my home!
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