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Post by Rojo on Feb 19, 2009 1:57:12 GMT -5
Prometheus puts a hand to his mouth in mock horror.
"Oh heavens above whatever shall I do." He says tonelessly "and for the reference, Thrasymachus, I've been bored most of my life. The rest of eternity won't make much of a diffrence."
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Post by Seven on Feb 19, 2009 11:14:06 GMT -5
Thrasymachus shuts his eyes, his shoulders slightly flex, and then he turns away. "Very well. I have no need to beg you, nor would I ever disgrace myself in such way. May you have a good eternity, and may your life be congenial to your surroundings." He pauses for a moment. "Forgive me, it already has been. In that case, you two are well suited for each other, and who am I to stand in your way? Farewell." Thrasymachus walks away.
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Post by Rojo on Feb 19, 2009 11:58:40 GMT -5
"Yah-huh..." Prometheus replies, not really paying attention.
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Post by Seven on Feb 19, 2009 14:45:20 GMT -5
Thraysmachus smirks to himself, glad to know that he's not, nor ever will be, as lame as Prometheus. He begins to traverse into the empty, blank anti-universe, looking for a spot in which he can see no other person.
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Post by Rojo on Feb 19, 2009 16:33:36 GMT -5
"Wow...this is strange...so everything's gone I guess...even the suit..."
Up ahead is something that looks rather man-shaped in a formal buisness suit and dirty blonde shoulder-length hair.
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Post by Seven on Feb 19, 2009 20:50:53 GMT -5
Thrasymachus grumbles inwardly about only finding other men....
Either way, he approaches him, adapting his polite air, since this is a stranger. "Greetings." He gives a small nod of his head.
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Post by Rojo on Feb 20, 2009 11:02:13 GMT -5
The stranger jumps, making a rather formal moustache on his upper lip wobbly unrealistically.
"Oh...hello."
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Post by Seven on Feb 20, 2009 14:14:46 GMT -5
"My name is Thrasymachus, and it appears we are in a similar dilemma, stranger. May I ask who you are?"
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Post by Rojo on Feb 20, 2009 18:03:41 GMT -5
"Quentin Vendel..." a mild expression of surprise passed his face, as if he was vexxed that Thrasmychus hadn't known who he was. He held out a hand "a pleasure to meet you." He had a strong English accent.
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Post by Seven on Feb 20, 2009 18:18:06 GMT -5
Considering his garb and manner, Thrasymachus was suddenly under the strong impression that he was meeting someone from a world unlike his own. A parallel world, perhaps. Hearing his polite tone almost through him off though, and perhaps for a moment too long he looked down at Quentin's hand like an alien object. It had been too long since he had been given even an ounce of respect. And he found himself smiling, a bit.
"The pleasure is mine, Quentin Vendel," he returned politely, taking his hand.
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Post by Rojo on Feb 21, 2009 9:12:00 GMT -5
Quentin shakes throughly before releasing his hand and smiling politely. He had taken notice of Thrasymachus' clothing as well and had had similar thoughts. After all, where he came from alternate universes were almost the norm.
"You wouldn't happen to know what's going on, would you?"
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Post by Seven on Feb 21, 2009 15:28:31 GMT -5
"I am afraid this mess is somehow connected to me. Apparently, I caused the universe to fold into itself by mentioning the secret identity of Batman."
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Post by Rojo on Feb 21, 2009 15:35:10 GMT -5
The man jumps a foot in the air and backs away a little.
"How did you discover Bru- Batman's identity?!"
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Post by Seven on Feb 21, 2009 15:43:42 GMT -5
He shrugs. "Comic books," he explains simply.
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Post by Rojo on Feb 21, 2009 15:46:25 GMT -5
"Oh...right..." Quentin seems to calm down a bit at this and reassemble himself. "Why are you dressed like that, may I ask?"
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