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Post by Rojo on Feb 27, 2009 17:50:31 GMT -5
((...You obviously don't know me well enough to know I'm an idiot yet and should be publicly 'anged in Lundun Skware.))
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Post by Seven on Feb 27, 2009 17:53:18 GMT -5
((*giggles* no, that's not true. In any case, let's just continue.))
He smiles briefly. "Now now, stereotyping is never pleasant." He beckons him to follow him again. "Let's find out how far the landscape I made goes."
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Post by Rojo on Feb 27, 2009 17:55:24 GMT -5
Quentin trails behind Thrasymachus, hands in his pockets and dawdling ever so slightly, enjoying the landscape.
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Post by Seven on Feb 27, 2009 17:59:20 GMT -5
Thrasymachus walks solemnly and soldier like as ever. At one point, he looks over his shoulder, looking at Quentin observationally. He'd have imagined others would be more freaked out about the universe imploding. Strange.
He eventually calls. "Since you know your daughter best, where do you think she would be?"
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Post by Rojo on Feb 27, 2009 18:01:58 GMT -5
"That depends. Where is 'here' exactly? Anyway, I don't think there's much else to do. I could, of course, fly, but I wouldn't want to lose track of you."
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Post by Seven on Feb 27, 2009 18:04:37 GMT -5
He pauses, stopping momentarily. "Well, you're not the only one he felt that way."
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Post by Rojo on Feb 27, 2009 18:06:35 GMT -5
Quentin frowns.
"What? That sentence made no sense..."
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Post by Seven on Feb 27, 2009 18:08:11 GMT -5
"I mean, I can fly as well," he clarifies.
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Post by Rojo on Feb 27, 2009 18:12:03 GMT -5
Quentin upturns his nose in mock nobility and crosses his arms.
"I can fly faster..."
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Post by Seven on Feb 27, 2009 18:16:07 GMT -5
He watches his childish antics, frowning slightly. Really, what is with this Quentin fellow? He is peculiar! "I have no doubts in my mind that you can. Flying is rather tiring for me, and I can only hold it for so long. However, if we need to get somewhere...or rather someone, we might as well."
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Post by Rojo on Feb 27, 2009 18:19:39 GMT -5
The millionaire lowers his nose again and smiles lightly. Four symetrical wings sprout seemingly out of his back with a cool-sounding Shwick!
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Post by Seven on Feb 27, 2009 18:25:03 GMT -5
Thrasymachus watches, curious, though his blank expression never changes. This time, he start to levitate a few inches off the floor. As childish as it was, he too suddenly was feeling a little competitive. A little silent thought of, 'Well, you might have cool wings, but I don't need anything at all to fly!'
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Post by Rojo on Feb 27, 2009 18:27:48 GMT -5
Quentin scoffs, rolling his eyes.
"Yeah, but do you do this?"
Suddenly the wings burst into life, moving so fast all that can be seen is a silvery blur. His feet lightly leave the ground, he hovers up and down, trying to balance.
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Post by Seven on Feb 27, 2009 18:32:09 GMT -5
He raises an angled eyebrow. "Well, obviously I'd need wings to do that. And since I don't have wings, the obvious answer is no." Yes, Thrasymachus shows his smart-aleck side.
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Post by Rojo on Feb 27, 2009 18:34:30 GMT -5
"Well, they could have been invisible. For all I know you're pulling yourself around on strings, just to impress little old me...you shouldn't have cheated just to make yourself look good..."
Quentin half turns away, playing with the bottom of his jacket and staring at his feet like a pre-teen girl.
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