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 Posted: Tue Jan 06, 2009 1:52 pm
Bell caught up easily and glanced at the girl's feet. "Why don't you just take those ridiculous things off? You'd be able to run a decent speed then," she commented, trying to be helpful. Even with her pack full of metal, Bell was only jogging next to the stumbling girl with the heeled shoes and long gown.
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Posted: Tue Jan 06, 2009 2:19 pm
Mithra looked a bit offended, "I won't take off my shoes! Then I'll hurt my feet! If it was a prince that'd rescued me, I'd be riding a horse instead of running after him!" She continued her not-so-fast chase after Thornak.
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Posted: Tue Jan 06, 2009 3:16 pm
Bell looked at her own feet which she hadn't bothered putting shoes on before she left the house. True they were used to all sorts of outdoor abuse, but the ground wasn't bothering her at all. She stayed in pace with the girl for the sake of courtesy and vaguely wondered about the function of the skirt and shoes.
[[she's never ever actually seen anyone of noble heritage short of her books with pictures mostly from the waist up]]
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Posted: Tue Jan 06, 2009 6:44 pm
Mithra reached the elevator and caught the railing, joining Thornak and the still-limp Archive (now placed to sit on the floor).
"You're so slow!" the soldier said, pressing a button.
"Well excuse me! You're not exactly the best rescuer!" Mithra wheezed, unused to such exercise.
"Whoever said I was a rescuer? I'm just a soldier doing my job."
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Posted: Tue Jan 06, 2009 8:48 pm
"And exactly what is your job? Where are you from? And that metal in your bag, where did you get it all? And what do you plan to use it for? And that thing," she said, gesturing towards the demon arm, "Well...what is it?" She looked up at the soldier with excited and curious eyes, waiting for an answer, any answer would do.
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Posted: Wed Jan 07, 2009 7:42 am
Thornak looked at her calmly, "A lot of questions. I'm Thornak Calma, Alainn Scout. The metal in my bag would be my auto-deploy turrets, and I was issued them for defense. And the thing on my back is an Alainn automatic energy rifle, with a standard scope. So, to make it simple: I'm a soldier, the metal in my pack is simply more gear, and the thing on my back is my weapon."
Archive shifted, her eyes opening, revealing the scrolling data columns in green.
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Posted: Wed Jan 07, 2009 9:27 am
(Nice steampunk look, btw. My SP outfit looks like this:  )
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Posted: Wed Jan 07, 2009 10:11 am
"Apologies, asking too many questions is a fault of mine," Bell replied with a slight blush. Then it seemed as if something clicked. "Alainn? You're the Alainn Scout! I thought my father was just crazy, always ranting about how thing will be better when the Alainn Scout comes." She gave the soldier a wide smile and then noticed the younger girl moving. "Why hello there," she said in a friendly yet curious tone, "And what's all your metal for?" As she knelt down, her breath caught. "S-sir Thornak? What are her eyes doing?"
[[thankya, yours is pretty stellar too. I love steampunk biggrin and I'm keeping an eye on your angel rp thing, btw]]
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Posted: Wed Jan 07, 2009 11:11 am
Archive blinked, "My metal?"
Thornak smiled, "Well, it seems someone knows of the preparations of the past..."
He looked at Archive, who was now glancing around the room, experiencing being nervous for the first time in one thousand and twenty years.
"She's a cyborg... basically a living textbook of information, captured and turned into one at a young age. Her eyes are scrolling data... it's too fast to read, but she knows what each thing says."
Archive shook her head, "I-I'm not used to this... What's happening?"
"We're leaving Ollam."
"Ollam? I was born there! You're taking me from my home?"
"Nobody lives there anymore... it was destroyed."
Archive's eyes flashed, then she took a step away from Thornak, "You... you're-"
Thronak shook his head, silencing her, "Now isn't the time. There's work to be done."
(I may have to make more assistant slots for the inventor then... I already got sent a profile.)
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Posted: Wed Jan 07, 2009 12:00 pm
"Don't worry sweetie, we'll keep you safe," Bell said standing and putting a hand on the girl' shoulder. "Work? What kind of work are we talking about?" she inquired, eager to help this strange soldier from the past. The other girl in the metal box, the one with the impractical garments, was pretty much forgotten by Bell at this point.
[[but...but...I was waiting for your thread to start accepting..like a courteous person should...and also waiting to see what kind of rules you had about magic and weapons and stuff]]
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Posted: Wed Jan 07, 2009 12:21 pm
(Oh, right... the magic!)
The soldier looked at her and replied in all seriousness, "I need to go to each and every country."
Mithra gasped, "You could take me home then!"
"Possibly... Where do you live?"
"Agreus."
Archive stiffened, "Agreus... That was a less advanced country." The data scrolled through her eyes faster, then slowed.
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Posted: Wed Jan 07, 2009 12:38 pm
"Agreus? That's where I was born. The king wanted to prevent you from coming and got a wizard to freeze your country," Bell said, still facing the soldier. "It's one of the more advanced countries of our age, since it's so old. Of course, I'm thinking we might have different definitions of 'advanced' between your time and this one," she said this last bit eying Thornak's unusual garb and strange weapon.
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Posted: Wed Jan 07, 2009 12:44 pm
"So... Agreus is responsible for freezing Alainn in ice?" Thornak seemed to have some kind of building anger. "Of all the people who did it it was AGREUS?! The traitors!" The elevator lurched to a halt in a cave (it used to be a building, but it was so covered in moss, the form had been long lost.)
"They had us sleep for a thousand years, and then encase us in ice?!"
"I-it can't be! My father would never do such a thing!" Mithra protested.
Archive blinked, "I don't know any of this..."
(I wasn't intending on having him find out so soon...)
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Posted: Wed Jan 07, 2009 12:45 pm
[[crap..I just sent in my profile for the other one but forgot to do a non yellow smiley...erm..here: dramallama ]]
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Posted: Wed Jan 07, 2009 12:48 pm
(that's yellow... sweatdrop I still put it up.)
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