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 Posted: Wed Jan 13, 2010 9:07 am
Trenton shook his head. "No. Niccea sent me up here because I can't fight. No point in me going to a place laden with violence. It might make me sick. I can't choose the emotions that I feed on. It is almost automatic."
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Posted: Wed Jan 13, 2010 7:21 pm
"Well that makes sense then." She gestured to the couch. The hotel room
was almost like a small apartment. There was a living/sleeping area with a
bed against the near wall and a couch situated in front of the window. They
were on the 12th floor, but the view was rather unimpressive with the other
buildings in the way.
"So you feed on emotions? How does that work?" She wondered if she was
in any sort of danger right now then wondered if she was racist for
wondering that. He was likely aware of the strong emotions she was feeling
right now. Even a human would be able to see that she had been upset
recently.
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Posted: Wed Jan 13, 2010 10:04 pm
Trenton shrugged his shoulders. "I'm old enough that is almost like osmosis. I just have to be around someone that exuding strong emotions. It becomes food for my psyche. I still have to feed my stomach. Each emotion has a different flavor if you will. And everyone has their tastes. I prefer the emotion of love which is why I got married. So I naturally get sick with the antithesis of it like hate. Others of my kind prefer other stuff like depression, fear, and what not."
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Posted: Thu Jan 14, 2010 8:49 am
"Wow. That's nice actually. Niccea's a lucky gal in that case." Thaya pulled
a chair from the small kitchen nook and sat with it turned around
backwards. She rested her chin on the back rest. "So how long have you
been--?" She didn't know if it was rude to come right out and say it.
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Posted: Thu Jan 14, 2010 10:48 am
Trenton laughed. "We are not made, we are born. I was born in 18th century." He sat down with a chuckle. "And sometimes I still think that I'm there. I'm useless with modern weaponry."
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Posted: Thu Jan 14, 2010 2:21 pm
((Sorry for my absense... Niccea, would like to time skip to the fight club entrance?))
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Posted: Thu Jan 14, 2010 3:45 pm
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Posted: Thu Jan 14, 2010 4:09 pm
Thaya smiled. "It's people like you that explain why I treat just as many
sword and knife wounds as I do bullet holes, huh?" She flexed her hands as
if she could imagine the power flowing through them, out into another person.
As if she could imagine saving another life.
"So you were born that way then? Sorry, I didn't know. I always just
assumed that what you read in books, or saw in movies was how it went."
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Posted: Thu Jan 14, 2010 6:15 pm
"We can't trust her, she still continues communications with the agents. I will wipe her memories, and you will take her up top."
"Angel trusts her."
"And she is new... she's not even gifted anymore."
"I trust her." Rip said coming around the corner.
"And who are you?" Scanner said still focusing on Niccea.
"The wolf... who else?"
The room became silent as a headache began forming behind Rips eyes. "Man that takes me back." He mumbled rubbing his head. "So, are we allowed in?"
"Yes sir..." Scanner said quickly rushing into the fighting room.
The room roared with talking as they entered the fighting room/bathroom. "So, Scar, what now?"
"You wait for hate." it didn't take long for the man in the suit from before to come forward.
"So, you're the wolf? Younger than I expected. You ready to fight?"
Rip sighed. "Yeah, I'm ready...Who do I?"
"Not yet... she goes first. Got to keep the crowd waiting." The man said with a wink.
((Sorry for the crappy writing... I'm tired... feel free to go ahead and start Niccea's fight.))
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Posted: Thu Jan 14, 2010 7:22 pm
Niccea smirked. "The only reason is because the head of the agency is pro-Gifted. And the agency itself does not know that I have my Gift. They think I'm just an odd hair strain." She stepped forward smiling. She hopped to keep the element of surprise about what her Gift really was. "By the way, you seem to use names. Call me the Ghost."
Trenton smirked. "We are the most human of our kind. Therefore, the most unknown. Would you know what I was without being told?"
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Posted: Fri Jan 15, 2010 8:03 am
She shook her head. "I might know if I healed you. Different races need
different forms of healing. Even then I'm not sure if I'd know what you
were." Thaya repositioned herself on her chair and then fidgeted again.
Finally she said, "I dunno why, but I really don't feel like sitting still right
now. Would you care to join me for a walk?"
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Posted: Fri Jan 15, 2010 8:26 am
Trenton smiled within his scarf and nodded as he got up. "Like our brethren we are also very resilient. I have had no need for a healer. Though I do have one for a plastic surgeon."
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Posted: Fri Jan 15, 2010 1:36 pm
"Alright everyone, looks like we have a couple of new members. One of them being the legendary wolf!"He paused for dramatics. "But first, we have an induction match vs. the Ghost! Do we have any takers?"
The linguist stepped forward. "Let's see what you can do." He said as he moved to the center of the bathroom.
"Allright, since you are new, I'll go over the rules.
No killing blows
if your opponent says "I quit", goes limp, or taps out, the match is over
The fight will take as long as it has to.
To start the match, touch fists, and have at it."
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Posted: Fri Jan 15, 2010 2:56 pm
Niccea smiled as she stepped forward. She was polite enough to set her weaponry to the side. She slipped off her ring, and sealed it in her pants. She kicked off her boots and socks to the side too. "All right then." She raised a pale fist for the bump.
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Posted: Mon Jan 18, 2010 6:02 pm
The linguist touched her fist, and back pedaled to the other side of the room. "First, tell me your gifts." He commanded as he waited for her attack.
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