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Post by Midnight on Nov 10, 2004 16:11:44 GMT
*When Coriolis doesn't change back into human form or even his now tiger form. She walks over to him and kneels down by the bed. He's out cold. With a sigh she gets a blanket and covers the tiger up.*
He's out for the count.
*Midnight then pulls up a chair and puts it next to the bed and sits down.*
I'll stay with him. You may want to leave or you may want to stay. Either way I don't mind
*This is said in a quiet tone. Midnight not really concentrating on what she says her mind is else where.*
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Post by ringmasterrob on Nov 10, 2004 18:29:54 GMT
*RMR wants to stay and help, however he doubts he can and knows it wouldn't be wanted. He knows first hand how irritating and difficult it is to deal with any unwanted help and quietly tells Midnight he'll be in his office should he be needed, he offers Zeph, Tom, Zeytan & Phinehas to come to his office for a sit down if they wish then quietly leaves the room.*
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Post by Phinehas on Nov 10, 2004 18:50:39 GMT
*Phinehas sighs in disgust. He then turns and follows RMR to his office to wait for the "less-business-like" to finish. He addresses RMR in the hallway.*
I'm starting to have second thoughts about this "Alliance". Do you people constantly sit around and wait for the rest to sort out their personal problems, or do you actually get things done, as well?
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Post by Zeytan on Nov 10, 2004 19:46:02 GMT
*Zeytan nods slightly at Midnight and he and Malark leave the room.*
"If you need me I'll be in my room, its 7 doors down on the right."
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Post by Midnight on Nov 10, 2004 20:01:08 GMT
*Midnight nods to RMR, Phinehas and Zeytan as they leave then turns her attention back to Coriolis. Fighting the temptation to clean his fur. Knowing that this was just a "image". Now she waits for him to wake up. She paces round the room and at one point even strokes his mane then sits and waits some more.*
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Post by Coriolis on Nov 10, 2004 20:23:15 GMT
*The hours pass, the sun drops from the sky and the moon takes it's place. The Tiger doesn't stir from his slumber, his only movement the rising and falling of his ribs in time to some unheard drum-beat...* *The thickest of silences fill the room...* [Calling out in his sleep] WHO DID THIS! They'll pay with their lives! They'll paythey'llpay.... *The stone at his neck pulses like a hammering heart-beat* RHIANNON! WHERE ARE YOU!..................................................... what's happened to them...? *His breathing has quickened and his tail thrashes back and forth, thwapping off of anything in it's way... The nightmare has a hold on him...*
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Post by Midnight on Nov 10, 2004 20:37:06 GMT
*Midnight jumps at the sudden noise she had dozed off. Looking round as if to find someone breaking in or holding threat to them she calms down and tries to wake him up. Gently she rocks him at first.*
Coriolis wake up it's a nightmare!!
*After a couple of minutes of this gentle approach Midnight increases strength.*
Coriolis I'm here. Wake up....it's a nightmare...I'm here. come back to the real world....
*Now Midnight hears what happened or at least how he reacted.*
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Post by Coriolis on Nov 10, 2004 20:50:48 GMT
*Eyes still closed, himself still murming incoherently, the Watcher lashes out at empty air. The combined effect is a little like a domestic Canine dreaming. Mildy comical, it is, but the claws are drawn and they are not to be taken lightly...* [Still gone..] Mum? MUUUUUUM! say something!..... Please! *An unlucky pllow gets caught in the thrashing and is quickly dispatched in a feathery explosion of cloth and down. The Entire Tiger (Still lying on his side) is in motion now as if running at high speed...* Where are they...WHEREARETHEY?!?! They murdered Anne... WHERE ARE THEY?!?
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Post by Midnight on Nov 10, 2004 20:58:53 GMT
*The feather of the pillow begins to fall covering them both and for a minute looked as if it was snowing.*
Their all gone Coriolis come back from the past. You've got to let go....
*Midnight is pretty sure she can't be heard but alks anyway. She begins to cry. For days afterwards while he was recovering from the attack this was all he would do. Relive the the deaths of his parents in dreams. Being braver and probably insaner than any other person she takes hold of a waving paw despite the claws. She manages to still it and strokes it gently.*
Come on get out of there.....
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Post by ringmasterrob on Nov 10, 2004 21:02:27 GMT
*RMR waits a moment, taking in the question, he answers in a level tone.*
"You people is hardly a fair description, I came up with the idea and i'm trying to keep things together. Problem is that everyone has different enemies and therefore different priorities, we have people that can barely avoid hitting each other and are asking them to work together. At this rate it does seem as if we're going to have to seperate into groups and hunt down the enemies seperatly. Lets just hope the old saying 'united we stand, divided we fall' isn't applied here."
*RMR sighs a deep sigh and looks back at the room he has just left, it seem everyone here today has a chequered and in cases trauma filled past, to this end it may not be at all possible for thing to remain how they are. He turns back to Phinehas.*
"Would you care for a drink? I have a selection in my office, ranging from alcholic to juices and cold water. I know I need a sip of something to calm my head."
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Post by Phinehas on Nov 10, 2004 21:13:25 GMT
*Phinehas nods.*
Thanks, don't mind if I do. I'll pass on the alcohol, but a juice sounds good.
As for "divided we fall" I guess that's the nice thing about being who I am. I don't really ever fall, I just hide usually.
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Post by Tom Troughton on Nov 10, 2004 22:37:23 GMT
*Tom has been standing in the corridoor and has calmed down quickly from his snub at the hands Of Corlius.*
"Oh Splendid Splendid Rob, Yes indeed I'll join you for a drink, be a good chance for a good old chin wag, reminise some of our old advetures and what have you."
*To Phinease.*
"I don't usrealy hide. I teleport out of danger myself."
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Post by Coriolis on Nov 10, 2004 23:32:57 GMT
*Mean while back in the room. Coriolis dreams his dreams of his past.A scene that only he remembers. Midnight continues stroking his paw unknowingly to him
Dad!!! DAD!!!....those Alzans will pay for this!!
*The talking continues at times becoming muffled and unaudible. After some time he calms down and the nightmare passes. His heartbeat returns back to a normal pace and then he stirs and slowly opens his eyes. Midnight looks at him with a worried look on her face and unknowlingly continues to stroke his paw.*
Midnight: You were having nightmares...
*She quickly stops and moves back to give Coriolis some space.*
Midnight: I'm sorry about earlier.. I didn't mean to hurt you so badly.
*Coriolis is a little taken aback by the gentle tone in her voice and the fact that she was giving him none of her usural razor wit.*
*Coriolis seems to ignore her comment.*
Coriolis: Where are the others?
Midnight: As far as I know having a meeting somewhere.
Coriolis: Well you better go see what they are deciding on hadn't you. I doubt I'll be welcome to attend.
*Midnight nods her head and leaves.Coriolis then changes back into his human form and rests on the bed. Needing time to think and be alone. He didn't want to say what he said but he needed to be alone and the only way to do so was to act cold.*
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Post by Midnight on Nov 10, 2004 23:39:37 GMT
*Midnight walked quietly down the hall. She hears voices and follows them. She find's Phinehas, RMR and Tom Talking. She walks up to them and smiles slightly.*
I'm sorry about that. I'll be attending the meeting on behalf ofboth myself and Coriolis. I think it's in our best interests if I do.
(OCC: Carrying on in The Meeting thread.)
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Zeriphel
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Post by Zeriphel on Nov 10, 2004 23:53:04 GMT
*The problem with being almost not there at all is that the others forget about your presence. Zeriphel has heard all the preceeding conversations, and is about to approach Coriolis but decides against it. He swoops out of the room just in time to finally materialise and fall to the floor. A piece of paper falls to the floor, it is an advertising pamphlet for a spanish perfume called 'Humo'*
Oh dear, that's bad wot!
[OOC: All right, anyone get the pun? It requires a bit of Spanish and some advertising jargon, but the groan factor should be enough. Remember, he's just appeared....]
I say, wait for me!
*Zeph gets up, ready to follow the others*
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