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 Posted: Tue Jan 03, 2006 9:14 pm
*his expression lost some of it's ferocity, but remained defiant* You're right, Torren *he deliberately used Torn's old name, his true name* I have no idea what hides in those shadows nor do I have a desire to do so. *he thought for a moment on the word blessed...blessed to forget...* But I do remember. For a time, I was 'blessed' to forget, but when it all came back to me, it was a more intense pain than anything I had ever felt before aside from losing my family....both of them. How many times? *he laughed. it was a harsh sound* Countless. I can remember the details of our days. Of our foolish games as pickpockets. I remember you as my brother. still think of you as such, though you hate me. I think of Treasure and Tai. The ones that I actually did not kill despite what you think. Then, I think off all the ones that I have. *he pretended to ignore the fact that it was growing increasingly darker in the room also having forgotten the others in it*
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Posted: Wed Jan 04, 2006 6:30 am
'walks in' 'Takes a drink and looks around at the whole place amazed' blaugh WOAH! THEY HAVE BIG CHOUCHES! biggrin xd 3nodding
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Posted: Wed Jan 04, 2006 9:08 am
*to mikomi* it's okay... so long as it's safe... *grabs necromancer21 and pulls him behind the counter* you'll be safer here dude... *turns her attention back to lias and torn*
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Posted: Wed Jan 04, 2006 9:24 am
*at the word brother he winces... he had found lias and treated him like another one of his own siblings... why did he have to say that?* we were brothers once. but it all changed that day. when they killed our brother and sister, ours lias. *he shakes his head, the memory of that day is still fuzzy in his mind. he dark things in his shadows are urging him on. they want lias' blood... but did he?* i think this day was always meant to come lias. we were meant to fight each other. and now that i think on it. it's all because of the music box and that play. is that what changed everything? *his eyes are red, he is angry but sadness and self pity are drowning it* we should not have messed with something we knew nothing of at the time. *at this he takes the music box out and stares at it*
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Posted: Wed Jan 04, 2006 8:03 pm
*she couldn't argue with that logic and scooted over to allow the new guy some room. she also turns her attention back to the fight..debate..thing wishing that they would take it elsewhere*
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Posted: Wed Jan 04, 2006 8:38 pm
*he noticed the wince. as suttle as it was, he knew that he was getting to Torn...or maybe Torren? he tried to keep his opponent in that frame of mind* I also believe that we were meant to find each other, but not to fight. I don't want to fight you, Torren. *sagged onto a stool at the bar leaning on it* I would say that the music box was a start. The play was what really did it for us, though. That women destroyed both of us and several other lives. *he flashed a mischievious grin* It may encourage you to know that I have long since ended her miserable existence...or may further incense you, because you didn't have the oppurtunity yourself. *he stopped noticing that Torn didn't seem to be listening, because his eyes were trained on the music box*
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Posted: Thu Jan 05, 2006 6:35 am
*wondered what would happen if she grabbed a broomstick and pocked torn. he had completely snapped out of it. but then if she pulled him back into reality he might start fighting*
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Posted: Thu Jan 05, 2006 6:46 am
*his mind had indeed gone elsewhere. he could hear lias' voice, but he was paying no attention to it. he was remembering being in a bar... was lias there with him? he could not remember. his brother and sister dead he had drank an awful lot of grog... but what had happened? there had been a woman.... and a play.... he had gone to see the play but he was not himself.... the music was beginning to drown out all other noises. he could not remember how he had become this way. all he could remember was lias and his brother and sister... his shadows began to move in on him. telling him he must destroy this person. make them feel pain. he could still hear lias' words. he did not want to fight... but did torn? he could hear the dark things living in his shadows telling him urgently. the shadows were nagging him. he tried to ignore it. his eyes were getting to a darker shade of red... a blood red... he felt he was being pulled into two different places. in one hand he did not want to fight, this man had been like a brother to him and had he not suffered some as well? but on the other this man knew nothing of what he had been put through... nothing at all... * stop it just stop it! *he yelled at his shadows... feeling their dark pull... he needed to get away... if he got too crazy lias would not be the only one hurt... sarah was still behind the bar with her friend... wait... sarah.... there was only one thing he could do, hide and sleep for a little while until he cooled down... more like till his shadows cooled down. he melted into the shadows and went back to sarah... becoming her shadow once more* ((sorry this is so long.... sweatdrop ))
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Posted: Thu Jan 05, 2006 7:36 pm
*she relaxed watching them. it seemed as though this was almost over*
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Posted: Thu Jan 05, 2006 7:39 pm
*as he fell silent, he continued to watch Torn. He knew that he must've awoken some old feelings or memories. Lias stood poised for whatever it may happen next. He blinked and frowned as Torn seemed to melt into the darkness that he had created with his shadows. Once he was gone the darkness that covered the room began to lift. Lias turned around looking at the girls and the newcomer behind the counter*...hmm...that was...anti-climatic....*he looked to Sarah* More grog, please?
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Posted: Thu Jan 05, 2006 9:20 pm
*walks in and breathes deeply the smell of good food*
why 'ello there. what seems to be going on here?
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Posted: Fri Jan 06, 2006 4:20 pm
*shakes her head, when torn had come and merged into her shadows she could feel his feelings. not a fun thing to do. at least he had stopped himself before doing anything too serious... she had a feeling that his shadows may have gotten too overexcited. this seemed to be the truth when she looked over at her arms... no the shadows were not happy. the punishment torn was getting was showing up on her person as well. scratches ran down her arms as though something had been clawing at her. this could be worse, she thought wondering how she could hide this so no one got worried. she popped her head back up over the bar* well... all's well that end's well? sweatdrop and you want more grog... okay. sorry you may have to give torn a second if you want to continue with that discussion. he wasn't... um... feeling well... and did you want anything sir? *to sessle as she goes to put the mocha machine back up*
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Posted: Sat Jan 07, 2006 6:17 pm
*she watched Sadia closely after Torn had disappeared. she wasn't sure what all that had just happened was about. she alos thougth it ws strange how it ended. not that it was a bad thing in this case. she noticed the cuts on Sadia's arms. she frowned and distractedly handed the guy named Lias? a bottle of grog deciding to try and help Sadia out*
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Posted: Sat Jan 07, 2006 6:21 pm
*he grabs the bottle of grog just as it is about to slide right off the counter. he fumbles with the cap a moment before popping it. He takes a long swig and then lays his head down on the cool counter. He feels torn between being upset, angry and scared*...
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Posted: Sat Jan 07, 2006 11:49 pm
"whats's been going on in here?" sessle stared around the room looking for explanation, his eye's falling on sadia's arms. "are you allright?" he asked her
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