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Post by Seven on Feb 27, 2009 18:39:17 GMT -5
His eyes widen slightly with an incredulous look. And then, he suddenly bursts into laughter. A lot of it. At one point, he actually falls over. "You...you....are so...strange...." he says in halting breaths before picking himself off the floor, brushing himself off. He tries to readopt his former distant attitude, but it's hard when you're smiling. "Well, in any case, no I'm not using strings. For from whence would the strings be attached? And no, I don't have invisible wings. And no, I wasn't trying to impress you. That's just how I fly. Through levitation."
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Post by Rojo on Feb 27, 2009 18:42:47 GMT -5
Quentin seems amused by Thrasymachus. He feels he has achieved something rare. He waits for his companion to finish and then responds.
"Well, this could all be a giant stage and the strings could be attached up there." He gesticulates upwards, then lowers his arm "anyway, I believe we had a girl to find?"
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Post by Seven on Feb 27, 2009 18:47:48 GMT -5
Thrasymachus nods. "Yes, your daughter. Let us be off then." He gently rises up, floating lightly, then starts off in the direction they were walking.
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Post by Rojo on Feb 28, 2009 5:38:27 GMT -5
Quentin lays his body flat and accelerates a bit, moving at about walking pace.
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Post by Seven on Feb 28, 2009 11:39:48 GMT -5
Thrasymachus looks around on the ground level for the sight of someone moving. His eyes sharpen in such a manner that he will catch any trace movement.
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Post by Rojo on Mar 1, 2009 8:36:28 GMT -5
Far, far, far away Thrasymachus would see a tree, and someone under it.
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Post by Seven on Mar 1, 2009 12:18:41 GMT -5
He focuses a bit more, and conforming that he sees someone, he calls out to Quentin. "There is someone over there. Come, let us make an inquiry to whom they are." He starts to swoop down from the air, approaching the ground.
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Post by Rojo on Mar 1, 2009 14:52:01 GMT -5
Zooming after him, arms outstretched in a T, Quentin lowers, performing a stylish barrel roll as he does.
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Post by Seven on Mar 1, 2009 14:56:12 GMT -5
Thraysmachus ignores his outlandish show, approaching the figure beneath the tree.
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Post by Rojo on Mar 1, 2009 16:05:10 GMT -5
As they would get closer, they would be able to make out that the figure would be wearing a outlandish mask and clothing that obscure all bear skin. The figure is also drawing. A black crossbow sits beside the figure.
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Post by Seven on Mar 1, 2009 16:08:40 GMT -5
Thrasymachus quietly observes. The man looked so foreign, he wondered what were the chances that they'd know the same language. "Greetings," he says when he comes closer.
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Post by Rojo on Mar 1, 2009 16:22:47 GMT -5
The person looks up suddenly, the crossbow in his hand so quickly you think it would have teleported into his hand. He says something neither Thrasymachus or Quentin would understand.
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Post by Seven on Mar 1, 2009 16:24:09 GMT -5
Thrasymachus holds out his hand and suddenly the crossbow would start melting.
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Post by Rojo on Mar 1, 2009 16:26:22 GMT -5
The crossbow, suprisingly, holds firm.
The figure laughs and says something in another language that neither men would understand. But the tone is slightly warning. It says all too plainly "You don't want to try that again."
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Post by Seven on Mar 1, 2009 16:28:18 GMT -5
Thrasymachus raises an eyebrow slightly. It seems he was not the only enchanted being here...
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