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Post by Zeytan on Nov 9, 2004 22:47:29 GMT
"It is also good to see you again to Zeph."
"I have indeed been haging around this area after vacating my lodgings at The Wolfs Howl and becomeing embroiled in a rather intresting affair involving our Freind Tom Troughton over there, The Ring Master himself and a Mr. Edward Deal, which I will relate to you when we have the time."
"As for now my freind I think you and I had better help this fellow. Leytan's venom takes its toll even if it is cured. You need to rest master Corlius, let your body recuperate."
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Zeriphel
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The Chaos Mage
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Post by Zeriphel on Nov 9, 2004 22:57:21 GMT
Understood wot!
*Zeriphel's hand smooths out the bed, then snaps its fingers. A bowl of soup and a mug of hot chocolate appear on a tray in his hand*
*He puts down the tray on the table*
Afraid in my current state I can't do much more than this. Come on Coriolis, lean on my hand, let's get you some rest...
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Post by Midnight on Nov 9, 2004 23:04:34 GMT
*Midnight walks into the room with a mop and bucket. At first she looks worried that maybe some how the cure wasn't enough but hearing Zeytans' words she relaxes. On her search for the mop and bucket she had found a library almost getting distracted by the sign on the door though she had fought and won and managed not to go in. A weakness of hers. She loved books. She walks in and cleans up the mess properly. Thinking to herself how this used to be a punishment given to her for breaking rules. She smiles at the odd memory. The necklaces begins to glow though no where near as bright as before. Midnight and Coriolis used to them don't appear bothered but the others seem distracted by them.*
*Mentally to Tom.*
Any thanks from him yet?
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Post by Coriolis on Nov 9, 2004 23:08:12 GMT
*Coriolis looks sceptically at the proffered hand but feels unsteady again and before falling accepts the hand......*
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Post by Tom Troughton on Nov 9, 2004 23:28:45 GMT
*Looks at Mdinight with an expresion of mixed amusment and frustration.*
*Mentaly*
"You must be teaseing right? I don't think I have a pray of ever getting a tahnk you from him."
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Post by Midnight on Nov 9, 2004 23:53:14 GMT
*Midnight shakes her head.*
*To Tom mentally.*
He'll come round eventually. I hope...it may help if I tell him your a friend....may being the most important word here.
*To Coriolis mentally.*
Look Coriolis...theres something you need to know....me and Tom... are friends.....
*She waits chewing on her lip for his reaction.*
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Post by ringmasterrob on Nov 10, 2004 7:10:44 GMT
*There is a loud knocking at the door, it knocks thrice and then RMR's voice drifts through*
"Are we all in here? If so then I think we need to have a meeting."
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Post by Phinehas on Nov 10, 2004 9:27:14 GMT
Dungeon Survival, hmmm...? Interesting.
*Phinehas chuckles, then turns as RMR walks in and steps back toward the corner, thankful for his cloak what with all the light beaming around.*
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Post by Coriolis on Nov 10, 2004 10:08:20 GMT
*The precious Green light, still casting eerie shadows around the Dorm, darkens..........*
*Not bothering with exertion of a mental stab, he speaks out loud. His voice almost in-audibly quiet but pitched to a deep cat-like growl....*
Rhiannon.... This....... 'Thing'....... helped to destroy everything and everyone we ever knew and loved..... Are you so quick to forget what has gone before?
*2 green glints glance out from his corner of the room. Transfixing 'Midnight' in an ice-cold stare... Her mind is filled with the projectile hatred of Coriolis for the Alzan race...*
Any friend of his..... Is an enemy of mine......
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Post by Phinehas on Nov 10, 2004 12:59:43 GMT
*Phinehas rolls his eyes and mutters.*
Here we go again.
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Post by Midnight on Nov 10, 2004 13:03:38 GMT
*Midnight gives Coriolis a frozen stare. She had hoped to keep things between the two. The Alliance was already hanging by a thread but if he was so willing to be so open then so was she.*
If you wasn't only just recovering from Leytan's poison I'd slap you for that comment. How dare you question how easy I can forget what I've only just relived. How dare you question what I feel. You know as well as I how I feel about the Alzans but he's done more for us than you know. For one he saved your life.....
*Midnight stopped talking her tone was cold. She knew if Coriolis made her choose she would stand by him. He was family, he was her race. For all she knew they were the last of their kind. He was the most important person in her life but Tom didn't deserve what he was giving. She saw there and then her losing all she held dear. All because Coriolis wouldn't accept Tom and be civil with him at least.*
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Post by ringmasterrob on Nov 10, 2004 14:12:22 GMT
*RMR was about to speak once more, but only the fact that he has no right to chime into this conversation keeps him from doing so, he looks around at the people in this room and notices additions to the group, he decides to wait for the opportune moment before talking.*
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Post by Coriolis on Nov 10, 2004 15:03:56 GMT
*The Watchers cloak pulls tight to his body, going Golden, then pale, then white. Black stripes cross his back as if swiped wounds from a cats claws. His face grows a beard which rapidly pales and lengthens around his head into the short and clipped Tiger mane.*
*The Dirk flies out from it's hiding place and splits into six scythe-like pieces. Each piece, in turn, lodges itself into the gaps between his fingers and nuckles. Tiny rivulets of blood fall from each hand as the transformation continues on...*
*Coriolis appears to lie face down and curl into a ball as this happens. The green glow recedes and the White Tiger is revealed...*
*However, the normally luxuriant fur is lustreless and casting. His eyes, though unflinching, are dulled and matt. half-healed cuts and grazes pepper the feline surface...*
The Watchers will never rest until the debt owed them is repayed....
Saving my life will be the last mistake an Alzan will ever make again.......
*The heavy feline head hits the mattress at speed, causing the whole bed to bounce slightly with the impact. The Tiger rolls sideways with a sickened growl and curls into a half-moon....*
*No more is heard from him...*
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Post by Midnight on Nov 10, 2004 15:36:01 GMT
*Midnight almost cried. For him to show that to strangers meant he was hurt deeply...beyond deeply. The state he had been found in. He had almost been killed the day he tried to protect his parents from some Alzans. No one knew why he was alive. Master Kaylo had found him and the bodies of his parents, then her Mother fostered him and she was taken from them both. She looked over to Tom who was growing angrier and angier at being ignored and given no thanks.*
*Mentally to Tom.*
I think it's best you leave the room Tom It's nothing against you personally but well....it's for the best.
*Tom doesn't reply at all just turns round and walks out the door. Midnight didn't want to ask him that but she had to. Now was time for some tough love. Though she knew this wasn't going to be easy she had to do it. It was time for Coriolis to accept that sometimes people were not their race.*
Coriolis I know what your feeling. Though your loss is more than mine but you can't blame one man for the acts of his race. Now show the real you before people start to think your really dying.
*Her tone is clipped and sounds monotone though it's hiding hurt and pain. The best way she knows how.*
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Post by Coriolis on Nov 10, 2004 15:46:22 GMT
*Her words never reach him because the Tiger has passed out. He's finally getting the rest that he has craved for so long... But not in the intended manner.*
*The only detectable trace of life in the cat are his ribs moving in a rythmic pattern.... Slow and deep...*
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