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Post by Seven on Apr 3, 2008 21:38:34 GMT -5
She stretches upwards, then shakes her head, "Nope. I'm cool. Thanks a ton, but I can handle myself. Go get some rest."
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Post by The Imfamous AKA on Apr 3, 2008 21:42:03 GMT -5
She nods and heads out.
(Next morning?)
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Post by Seven on Apr 3, 2008 21:57:12 GMT -5
((sure...now who do I begin with...?))
Vinnie is a late sleeper, so isn't doing much. Tall didn't 'sleep' (aka, astral project) at all last night, despite the door being open for him. Something has been bothering him. He sits on the chamber's bed, leaning his chin against his now functional arm. The other arm as well looks better, the shape of a completed arm, though a strange mix of metallic colors from the scrap metals. From what Aka had told him, Rhinoa had been playing nice-nice again, wanting him to 'come back.' But why? What did she really want? The whole thing made him paranoid enough to not travel back to his body for a decent rest. Still, he couldn't figure out what she could want. After all, wouldn't she technically want him out as long as possible, so that his essense would disappear faster? Or was she just saying that for a front with Aka?
Even when he thinks back to Cancun, it didn't make sense that she would order the followers to attack his body? It seemed she really did want him to come back, for whatever reason or plot she was having. He's not sure what to make of it. For now, he decides to forget about it. He pulls his shirt over his head and buttons up his vest. He smiled, remembering when Vin asked him why he would still be wearing a high school unform. Well, they were the clothes he took off with 5 years ago, and obviously he didn't 'grow.' Except this time, he puts on a pair of gloves. Smiling a bit to himself, he thinks, "Well Tallak, if I didn't know any better, you'd look positively normal!"
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Post by The Imfamous AKA on Apr 3, 2008 21:59:43 GMT -5
Darad, from his perch on one of the tables, nods. "You really do." There's a noise upstairs as someone comes down to the first floor. The steps move from the staircase, over their heads, to the kitchen. Darad smiles. "Aka's up. Let's go show you off." His smiles is smug; Tall can tell he's proud of himself for being able to help.
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Post by Seven on Apr 3, 2008 22:08:55 GMT -5
He looks up at Darad, nodding back with a smile, "Yes, let's." He's glad that at least some good has come from a broken arm; Darad seems to be happy with himself, and the relationship between the two boys seems to have improved a bit. Tall leaves the cell and heads up the stairs.
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Post by The Imfamous AKA on Apr 3, 2008 22:11:35 GMT -5
Aka is moving around the kitchen, obviously preparing breakfast, humming softly to herself. She moves effortlessly around the large kitchen with her back to the door, and hasn't noticed them yet. Darad hops up and sits on the edge of the table, raising his eyebrow at her good mood.
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Post by Seven on Apr 3, 2008 22:13:24 GMT -5
Tall peers over at her, tilting his head silghtly. "Good morning, Aka," he calls out pleasantly as well.
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Post by The Imfamous AKA on Apr 3, 2008 22:16:34 GMT -5
Without turning, she replies, "Morning." She cracks a few eggs into the frying pan and then turns. "Have a good..." she trails off, seeing his arm. "You fixed it!"
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Post by Seven on Apr 3, 2008 22:18:44 GMT -5
He nods, "Both of them actually. Or rather, Darad fixed them," he smiles over at the Sentinal.
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Post by The Imfamous AKA on Apr 3, 2008 22:21:16 GMT -5
"Really?" she asks, looking curiously at the smug Sentinal, before looking back at Tall. "Well, he didn't get that from me. I probably would have caused an arm to collapse." SHe turns back around, quickly stirring the pancake batter on the counter before pouring out three perfect circle on a second frying pan.
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Post by Seven on Apr 3, 2008 22:25:12 GMT -5
"Yes, well Darad was very helpful--he catches on very quickly," he gives a little chuckle, "Soon he'll be outdoing me, " he said, bragging for Darad.
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Post by The Imfamous AKA on Apr 3, 2008 22:27:04 GMT -5
Aka chuckles as well, but Darad looks as though he can't figure out whether Tall is complimenting him or making fun of him. SO instead, he turns to Aka. "You're in a good mood this morning. Sleep well?"
"Actually, yes. My tea actually did it's job last night, so no nightmares," she replies absently, flipping the pancakes.
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Post by Seven on Apr 3, 2008 22:31:38 GMT -5
Tall notices Darad's confused look, so he clarfies, "It was a compliment Darad. I don't think most experienced mechanics would have been able to work with the skill and efficieny that you did."
He cuts himself off though, to listen to what Aka has to say. Now Tall is unsure of the situation, so he just says, "That's good to hear," though he knows that the stunts he pulled would probably be Aka's latest nightmares...
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Post by The Imfamous AKA on Apr 3, 2008 22:34:23 GMT -5
"Oh," Darad replies. "Thank you, then." He looks back at Aka, hopping off the table and going to a cabinet. There is a line of clear jars filled with dries herbs. He runs a finger along the line and stops at one that looks particularly low. "Don't you think we should get some more belladonna drying before you run out?"
She shakes her head, looking at the shelf. "No, I think that's enough for the next few days. I'll dry some more this weekend."
Darad shrugs, muttering, "You're the boss..."
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Post by Seven on Apr 3, 2008 22:37:39 GMT -5
Tall blinks, "...Deadly Nightshade?" he asks curiously, "That's what you're making tea out of?"
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