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 Posted: Thu Oct 28, 2004 10:17 pm
...Tacitus cares for me....how do you mea-
:::She felt it. Her eyes went wide...she was fading:::
No! No! Brink, I need to know...let me stay!
:::her hands became translucent, and she took one more quick look at "Tacitus" before she was completely gone:::
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Posted: Thu Oct 28, 2004 10:22 pm
"Feh, I should just like change Birdy Yoda's appearance and kick him through a portal to go talk to her in her own time. Though I'm not quite sure how that'd turn out...meh..."
*He turned away from where Cora had been standing and walks off towards the bar, still needing that drink.*
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Posted: Sat Oct 30, 2004 12:01 am
*Bard finds room #22, fits the key into the lock and turns it. As expected, the door opens. Inside, he finds a well-appointed suite complete with a writing desk and an old-fashioned typewriter. He paces around the room, examining the kitchen, the bath, the bed room. He turns his attention to the writing desk. Shutting his eyes he rests his hand on one of the drawer handles*
Paper. Fountain pen. Red editting pens. Micro tape recorder.
*He opens the drawer. Paper. Fountain pen. Red editting pens. Micro tape recorder. He slams it shut.*
*Wandering over to the bed, he lies down without pulling the covers back. As expected it is feathery soft, yet firm enough to support him comfortably.*
The trouble with this place is, it gives you everything you could possibly want. Everything but the one thing you truly desire.
*With a snort, he rolls over and drifts off to sleep*
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Posted: Sat Oct 30, 2004 3:11 am
*Tac, aka Aetas, or whatever, stood in his room, scratching on the wall. The entire room looked to be one giant whiteboard, now covered about 1/3 the way around the room in calculations. Many symbols seemed to have no meaning to most that looked upon them, but to Tac everything had a meaning. He had taken the greek letter of Omega and placed Alpha within it to signify the Brink and a Delta inside an Omega to signify himself. For the Tainted version of himself he had utilized a Delta outside an Omega. There were two more symbols, each similar to the two for Tacitus, mortal and immortal, but there was a line through them. Each had a footnote with only one letter next to each. For his own was an R that seemed to be jagged or naturally grown upon the whiteboard, and for his Avatar's was a C that looked almost like a broken gear. In several key places a broken Delta with a Sigma within it signified Torment. The board seemed a completely insane notebook, a window into Aetas's growing madness over the subject that was fueled by the growing Taint in his avatar. He wouldn't let true madness take him anytime soon however.*
"God dammit....been working on this forever and I still have no clue how to solve it. While she exists whatever he does will result in growing Taint. He won't listen to me until someone beats the living daylights out of him."
*As he spoke he absent mindedly doodled...creating a small face that looked like Yoda with a beak, followed by three symbols linked in tandem with each of their partners inside it and furthermore inside them, an unending cycle that resulted in scribbles. Aetas glanced at the board to these two symbols.*
"The Ageless Sentinel...and...a perfect representaion...of what I should be. Feh...if Cora were here I could ask her opinion...can't drag the others into it and my so...Torment isn't ever available anymore."
*He drew up a small twelve pointed star, putting a symbol at each point, each a new symbol and completely random it seems.*
"Awakwning, Beginnings of FATE, The Fall, Everquesting, Dark Ages, Peace, Redemption, Eternity Unites, Knowledge Everlasting, Ties that Bind, Realization. The first complete, the second begun, the rest desire to be completed. The future of both myself, my other self, and those we affect hanging in the balance..."
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Posted: Sat Oct 30, 2004 11:36 am
*Bard falls out of bed*
Wha-where?
*he stands up, peering around the unfamiliar room*
Oh yes.... The Brink...
*he looks at his wrinkled suit, wondering why he hadn't bothered to change out of it. He looks around, finds the closet, and discovers his entire wardrobe inside*
Well, if that isn't a bit unsettling....
*he shuts the closet door and turns next to the bath. It's small, but well-stocked with supplies*
Well, no sense being uncivilized...
*he undresses and takes a shower*
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Posted: Sun Oct 31, 2004 3:03 pm
*After a bit of searching due to inebriation, Luke finds his room.* Ah-HA! Yar....
*Luke opens the door to his dorm room. A room lies with a bed unmade. Pizza boxes, a PS2, an array of clothes, school books and lacrosse gear litter the ground. There's posters of beach bunnies - playboy style, Family Guy, a stolen Stop Sign, and Absolut Vodka.*
*Luke stomps to the other side of the room and throws open the door to his closet.*
*A baseball bat, boxers, and Maxim Magazine falls out.* *Luke picks it up, spares a glance and throws the magazine back inside.*
*He sticks his head in his closet and flinches backward*
Whoo....Maybe Aimee wasn't kidding....
*braves the odor and rummages around*
*calls to Cora* Come on in! Don't mind the mess...Lord knows I don't...
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Posted: Sun Oct 31, 2004 3:08 pm
:::Cora steps into the room...a bit suprised. :::She squits:::
Oh no! Luke! Somebody has vandalized your living quarters...*hicup!* I'll...I- I'll find out, who did it right away!
:::She really didn't do anything after that. She just stood there. In the room. Looking around...smiling:::
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Posted: Sun Oct 31, 2004 3:11 pm
*throws her a look* Are you kidding? Took me months to get this place the way I like it...
*wades through the junk in his closet*
Okay, okay.... *picks up a few random pieces of clothing* Before we start, I'm going to need your complete cooperation. If we're going to make this costume work.
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Posted: Sun Oct 31, 2004 3:18 pm
:::She giggled, and saluted:::
Yes sir! *hicup*
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Posted: Sun Oct 31, 2004 3:21 pm
*grins, gives a drunken cackle....before going serious again*
Okay.
*He hands her a pair of long jeans and a belt.* Put these on.
*He goes over to his computer....puts on an MP3 of Enimen's "The Real Shady"*
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Posted: Sun Oct 31, 2004 3:25 pm
:::Cora looks at the jeans...she takes a gander at the physiology of them...and even though she's a little gone, she figures out that they do indeed go over her legs. They are perhaps twice her size...and she easily slips them on...she has trouble with the belt, and buckle, but she manages:::
:::She hears the rap::: Huh? Is that supposed to be music? :::giggle:::
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Posted: Sun Oct 31, 2004 3:29 pm
*Luke laughs appreciatively.* This song's about you! Don't listen to all those other Slim Shadies. All those other Slim Shadies are just imitating.
Here. *He hands her an ancient wifebeater and helps her put it on over her head. To that, he adds a bandana around her head...a padded poofed out vest....*
Oh! *He puts a gold chain around her neck* Gotta have the bling bling...
*He walks back and takes a look at his work.*
Yes......now THAT is a costume.
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Posted: Sun Oct 31, 2004 4:03 pm
:::giggle::: My goodness! I feel like I am drowning in these! :::She laughs at herself::: Do you have a mirror? 
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Posted: Sun Oct 31, 2004 4:07 pm
Ummm yeah. *The back of his door has a full-length mirror of it, courtesy of the campus.*
*He grins and snickers at her, all too pleased with himself*
Voila... What do you think? *Eminem continues to play in the background.*
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Posted: Sun Oct 31, 2004 4:10 pm
:::Cora bursts out in uncontrolable laughter, she nearly falls to the floor:::
:::Amid the gasps for air::: I look...like..like...Hahaha...There's nothing in my world to describe what I look like!
:::She laughs at herself further...it begins to die down, but she is thoroughly amused:::
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