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Posted: Tue Mar 01, 2011 4:00 pm
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Posted: Tue Mar 01, 2011 4:10 pm
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Posted: Tue Mar 01, 2011 4:22 pm
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Posted: Tue Mar 01, 2011 4:26 pm
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Posted: Tue Mar 01, 2011 4:37 pm
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Posted: Tue Mar 01, 2011 4:42 pm
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Posted: Tue Mar 01, 2011 7:23 pm
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Posted: Tue Mar 01, 2011 8:20 pm
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...watching silently, he drummed his fingers together tentatively...
Motor made a small shrugging gesture, as if to suggest indifference, but in his mind, he could almost hear the pieces beginning to fall into place. "Maybe. But that's one of my points - not everyone sees life the same way." He casually slipped his hands into his pockets, and adopted a leaning stance against the nearest wall. "You may view it one way, I perceive it another. And from what I've been able to perceive, everyone like you...like me...the only thing we have in common so far is that we're beginning to take this world into our own hands. It's the natural way of things, of course - the previous generation loses their grasp on life, and the newer, younger generation takes over." He raised a hand and nonchalantly adjusted the position of his goggles, cocking one eyebrow and giving Crescent a smei-serious glance. "But a few others like you and I seem confused about the state of things. They seem to think we've been given some kind of cross to bear. As if our powers bring with them the responsibility to protect those weaker, when such an act defies the very laws of the world we live in. The only responsibility we have is to those like us. To ensure a fluid transition of power from the previous generation to our own." Then, without any clear shift of his mannerisms, Motor laughed for a few moments. "But you know what? You're a smart guy. You can handle yourself out there, I'm sure. It's not my place, nor my intent, to try and come off as a recruiter of any kind." With a flick of his wrist, a small card appeared between his fingers. "I'm all too familiar with the desire to fly solo. And if that's the way you perceive life, then don't let anyone say otherwise. All I'm trying to say is, those others out there - the ones who feel the way you think is wrong - may not be so understanding as I am. And when your back's against a wall, you never have to submit to the idea that you're alone. Folk like you and I, we owe it to ourselves to look out for one another." He extended his arm, offering the card to Crescent. "If you ever think you're trapped in a place you and your good friend can't fly out of, write this symbol on the wall. Help will find you. But only if you want it to."
...and a small, sly grin crept across his lips...
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Posted: Tue Mar 01, 2011 8:38 pm
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Posted: Tue Mar 01, 2011 8:59 pm
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...watching silently, he drummed his fingers together tentatively...
Motor shrugged again and turned away, shaking his head slowly. As he walked away from the pair, he called over his shoulder, "You may find that more difficult than you think. It won't be long until one of those overzealous do-gooders takes issue with you busting into burger joints and disrupting the public. Where will you be then?" He waved a hand over one shoudler. "But, hey, like I said, you're a smart guy. Chances are you can handle yourself." He was still smirking slightly. Regardless of what those two thought now, the actual chances were that sooner or later, some self-righteous fool was going to have an idea just like his, and then what would become of people like him? Best to get an early start before too many odds were stacked against them, or else there'd be no place in this world for folk like Motor to make a dishonest living.
...and a small, sly grin crept across his lips...
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Posted: Tue Mar 01, 2011 9:20 pm
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Posted: Tue Mar 01, 2011 10:22 pm
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...watching silently, he drummed his fingers together tentatively...
He paused, and turned his head back just enough for the side of his face to be visible, making his grin more evident than ever. His eyes scanned the area around them, then flashed back to Crescent. "Tell you what. Look around, find whatever you think makes the best throwing tool, and give it a good, strong heave..." He turned to face the pair, and slapped a hand to his chest, right in the center of his sternum. "...right here." He stood still, arms outstretched, legs apart, smiling and and waiting.
...and a small, sly grin crept across his lips...
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Posted: Wed Mar 02, 2011 2:40 am
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Posted: Wed Mar 02, 2011 9:21 am
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Posted: Wed Mar 02, 2011 3:34 pm
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