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 Posted: Thu Oct 13, 2005 12:22 pm
R..Rright... I'm sorry. I just... h....haven't ever seen anything like you. I never could have imagined...
:::His eyes were still wide, so he averted them suddenly to the floor. Either he sat down suddenly on it, or his knees buckled. Either way, Hunter could sit on the floor without it breaking, so Kal stayed there and hoped he would be joined as a first sign of truce:::
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Posted: Thu Oct 13, 2005 12:25 pm
Kane glared down at Kal for a moment, taking the time to down another group of Gamma Gulps in his particular style before attempting to sit on the floor. He had a hard time sitting errect, and compromised by sitting hunched over, resting on his arms for support. As of yet, the Gamma Gulp seemed to have no effect, "Sso, tell me, what iss it I may call you? I've introduced mysself, but I am rratherr at a lossss forr yourr name."
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Posted: Thu Oct 13, 2005 12:29 pm
My name is Kal... I uh... come from your future... Far in the future.
:::He began to look at the bottle Hunter handed to him earlier, instead of looking at him. Kal was afraid he'd start staring again if he did:::
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Posted: Thu Oct 13, 2005 12:32 pm
Kane growled slightly, "Making a conssciouss effort to look away iss almosst asss bad, young Kal of the farr futurre. Tell me, know you what becomess of the Brrotherrhood of Ssssteel? Agess and agess may have passssed, but I would know if my Brrotherrss arre rrememberred forr the herroess they arre. I know Malazarrrrr...hiss worrld hass a Brrotherrhood, but it iss differrrent."
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Posted: Thu Oct 13, 2005 12:35 pm
:::He looked up guiltily:::
It was so long ago... I can't...tell you. We were taught objectively...
:::Kal trembled again, having to look at the creature, and now he was probably saying something to disappoint him. He prayed to Luca he wasn't about to get eaten:::
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Posted: Thu Oct 13, 2005 12:38 pm
Kane grunted, "Jusst asss well. They werre Sself rrighteouss basstarrdss when they wanted to be. Esspeccially the Old Brrotherrhood. Doessn't mean I wouldn't enjoy having my exile overrturrned. Heh...too long a walk forr theese old boness to ta..." With that he faded out rather abruptly.
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Posted: Thu Oct 13, 2005 12:43 pm
:::Kal found himself falling backwards from his sitting position when Johnathan disappeared. He lie there on the floor for a moment, silent. Then...:::
God, what is happening to this place??
:::A few more moments went by and he was still lying there on the floor, his thoughts running amuck, and his heart rate finally slowing down just a little:::
:::Eventually, he stood himself up. Kal took the bottle and placed it on the bar top. He rubbed his forehead for a moment, then proceded to the key wrack, and the door:::
*Exit Kal*
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Posted: Tue Oct 18, 2005 11:24 am
:::Cora walks through the familiar halls of the guest rooms with a couple books in hand, not to mention a couple bottles in hand. Her hair is braided, and it now reaches half a foot past her shoulders, down her back. She reaches the bar and places the books down on the counter, then tucks the empty bottles away. She goes for a new one:::
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Posted: Tue Oct 18, 2005 11:26 am
Torment faded in hopping around on one foot shaking the other, his clothes obviously of a more formal persuassion. He kept snapping at his foot, for some ongodly reason, "Damn you! No more fuzzy pink slippers!" And, oddly enough, the foot he was shaking had a fuzzy pink slipper on it. He had faded in during an attempt to transmute one of his combat boots into a more formal dress shoe, similarly how he had done to the rest of his attire. Noticing the floor change from the elegance of his master bedroom to...nothing, he suddenly stopped, "...well...that'd explain part of it. Well...not really..." He plopped down in a chair facing the bar, his foot out to the side, staring at the pink ball of fluff encasing his foot. He shook his head and glanced to the bar, seeing a familiar face, well, sort of, "Yo! Cora, wassup?"
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Posted: Tue Oct 18, 2005 11:29 am
:::Cora made a face, a very distinct face as Torment appeared, but it was replaced with confusion as he hopped around yelling. At any rate, he seemed to settle...:::
Oh... uhm... :::she looks up::: I don't see anything. :::said with a look of blatant discomfort at his presence:::
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Posted: Tue Oct 18, 2005 11:34 am
Torment chuckled as she looked up, "Cora, you continue to amaze and amuse me. The term 'wassup' or phrase 'whats up' isn't actually to ask what is above you, hun. Its more of an inquiry as to how someone is doing and what is happening. Almost like a 'hello, how are you' deal." He glanced down at that fluffy pink puffball again, then looked back to Cora with a bit of a sigh, "I'd think one of my world's phrases might fit better, but I'll simplify, you seem a bit...put off by my appearance here, care to expound upon it?"
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Posted: Tue Oct 18, 2005 11:35 am
:::she paused, looked at him for that moment, then went to fiddling with wine bottles. Without looking back, she said quite plainly:::
You remind me of your father.
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Posted: Tue Oct 18, 2005 11:40 am
Tor started to say something, then stopped, he really hadn't thought of that, and wasn't really sure if he liked the sound of it. Hell, he had tried for 300 years to seperate the two, not that he wasn't trying to turn that around now. He let out a sigh as he stood, slowly making his way towards the bar, "I take it things are still a bit...unsteady then?" He quickly held up a hand, "No...don't tell me. I need to go talk to him anyway, plus, I'm sure you likely don't want to talk about it, least of all with me."
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Posted: Tue Oct 18, 2005 11:43 am
No...
:::she shook her head, a mix of concern and reliefe mingling among her thoughts as she fumbled with a bottle she'd picked out:::
I...I don't want to think about it anymore. I feel I've extinguished the welcome of those thoughts long ago.
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Posted: Tue Oct 18, 2005 11:45 am
Tor nodded, "Aye, I can't say I know how you feel exactly, but I can at least sympathize in some small way. Is there anything you'd prefer to talk about? Or just perhaps get royally smashed?"
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