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Post by Rojo on Feb 21, 2009 16:57:57 GMT -5
The other man gives a withering sigh and gives Thrasymachus a withering gaze.
"Right..."
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Post by Seven on Feb 21, 2009 17:06:29 GMT -5
Thrasymachus suddenly feels embarassed for so candidly blurting out such a thing. Really, just moments away from Caveryn and he was already behaving as casually as a human. His expression doesn't change in the slightest, but he's returned to his normal, angry self. Though mostly angry with himself, rather than just at all others.
"Come," he says abruptly. "Perhaps there are others."
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Post by Rojo on Feb 21, 2009 17:13:20 GMT -5
Quentin is startled a little by his newfound companion's sudden buisness-like tone.
"Right...yes...yes you're right."
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Post by Seven on Feb 21, 2009 17:16:50 GMT -5
He gives a small nod, and then starts to lead the way.
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Post by Rojo on Feb 21, 2009 17:27:00 GMT -5
Quentin trails behind, but not in the manner one would expect a servant a master, but tall and upstraight, arms by his sides and legs marching smartly.
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Post by Seven on Feb 21, 2009 17:29:08 GMT -5
And so, the search for others continues....
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Post by Rojo on Feb 21, 2009 17:30:43 GMT -5
The endless white stretches out between the hero and the...well...Thrasymachus seemingly forever.
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Post by Seven on Feb 21, 2009 17:33:57 GMT -5
Thrasymachus is of course, fine with the silence, and find with the walk. He has both the staminia and patience for both. However, it is agitating because they simply are not accomplishing anything. He abruptly stops, and then slowly turns back to Quentin. "This....is not getting us anywhere. If there are others, they are too far away to find," he says solemnly.
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Post by Rojo on Feb 21, 2009 18:04:24 GMT -5
"Oh...if you say so..." the other man replies weakly, his shoulders slumping a little. "Well then what course of action do we take now?"
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Post by Seven on Feb 21, 2009 18:09:27 GMT -5
Thrasymachus puts his hand to his forehead, trying to think. But there doesn't seem to be much he's coming up with. "I suppose....I could try to see what adding magic into this blank anti-verse would do..."
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Post by Rojo on Feb 21, 2009 18:35:56 GMT -5
"Magic?"
Quentin's eyebrows raise an inch, then lower again as he nods slowly.
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Post by Seven on Feb 21, 2009 18:44:45 GMT -5
He nods, catching on quickly. "I suppose you don't have magic in the version of your world, but I am only...I am not human." Ending abruptly, he turns away a little, holding his hands out in front of him but directed down at the 'ground.' For a second, he tried to imagine the creation of a world, of life...but he had never done a thing like this before. He begins by creating water.
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Post by Rojo on Feb 22, 2009 2:15:41 GMT -5
Out of nothingless springs clear, refreshing clean water, rippling merrily. Quentin's eyes widen slightly, sparking with curiousity.
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Post by Seven on Feb 22, 2009 2:19:09 GMT -5
Thrasymachus bends down, inspecting his handy work. "At least we have fresh water now...."
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Post by Rojo on Feb 22, 2009 2:21:16 GMT -5
Bending over slightly, Quentin sloshes a finger around in the water.
"Most interesting..." he comments pleasantly.
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