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Post by Lufane on Aug 23, 2013 16:37:42 GMT
Is okay, not my place to tell you how to speak. Mai kanta linquia.
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Post by Shadow on Aug 29, 2013 17:33:01 GMT
Wait...mai kanta what?!
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Post by Lufane on Aug 29, 2013 17:39:15 GMT
Inacta maisa. Innumerable pardons, lady. I can't help it sometimes. I can't explain, but I feel like it's more natural than English. I don't even know what language it is, but I know it fully. Instinct, I think. *Lufane continues to look around the edges of the room, growing slowly, but noticeably, his chest widening with his growth*
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Post by Shadow on Aug 31, 2013 17:24:17 GMT
...right. So...
*She's struggling on what to say.*
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Post by Lufane on Aug 31, 2013 17:28:24 GMT
So? *Where his scars should be, red marks begin to appear, though Lufane seems not to notice* What's wrong? *He turns to Shadow?*
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Post by Shadow on Aug 31, 2013 17:29:38 GMT
Hmm? Oh, nothing's wrong. I'm just...thinking on what to do next.
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Post by Lufane on Aug 31, 2013 17:30:27 GMT
Like? *his voice is even growing deeper, his back starts to bleed as he turns back to inspecting the wall*
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Post by Shadow on Aug 31, 2013 17:31:32 GMT
Hey umm, I don't know if you notice, but you're bleeding.
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Post by Lufane on Aug 31, 2013 17:33:16 GMT
*He put his hand to his back* Yeah. It happens. I don't talk about it.
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Post by Shadow on Aug 31, 2013 17:34:42 GMT
But...why does it happen?
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Post by Lufane on Aug 31, 2013 17:35:49 GMT
I. Don't. Talk. About. It.
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Post by Shadow on Aug 31, 2013 17:41:59 GMT
Whoa whoa whoa, okay okay!
...I was just asking.
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Post by Lufane on Aug 31, 2013 17:44:40 GMT
It's.... It's okay. I just don't have the "go-get-'em" attitude I need to talk about it. I'm sorry for being harsh. It's not like me.
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Post by Shadow on Sept 1, 2013 18:52:55 GMT
Okay I am officially creeped out by...this so called Lufane.
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Post by Lufane on Sept 1, 2013 18:57:05 GMT
*Lufane seems to find something and stops, sitting down, still growing slowly.
He picks up a small rock and starts throwing it in the air. His wounds grow deeper and seal, red, fading to white*
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