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Post by Rojo on Mar 1, 2009 16:35:33 GMT -5
The figure (Which sounds manly from his voice) speaks now in an understandble language.
"Who are you?"
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Post by Seven on Mar 1, 2009 16:39:27 GMT -5
"I am Thrasymachus, and my companion is Quentin."
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Post by Rojo on Mar 1, 2009 16:44:56 GMT -5
Quentin waves feebly from behind Thrasymachus.
"Do you mean me harm?"
The figure asks. His voice is rasping and sounds like that if it were personified it would have skin with texture akin to that of bacon.
((I DON'T KNOW. My mind comes up with weird metaphors.))
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Post by Seven on Mar 1, 2009 16:48:45 GMT -5
((I liked it...So you mean a kind of rough, husky voice, no?))
"No, we do not. There are too few people around to do anything that foolish. As of now, we are only trying to find as many survivors as possible."
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Post by Rojo on Mar 1, 2009 17:30:03 GMT -5
((Yash. Imagine Bruce Wayne doing his Batman voice execpt higher and more raspy.))
He lowers the crossbow and picks up his charcoal again and resumes sketching.
"Well, sooner or later, people will start killing other people. When that starts, come find me."
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Post by Seven on Mar 1, 2009 17:31:47 GMT -5
"You sound eager to fight....But I'm afraid that no one will be killing anyone if there are no people."
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Post by Rojo on Mar 1, 2009 17:37:28 GMT -5
The man doesn't look up from his parchment.
"I'm not a fighter. I'm a diplomat, I'm a politician. I end wars before they happen, I stop depressions before they begin, I solve conflict with just one bolt," he looks up, and behind the thick black goggles Thrasymachus can see the hard, red eyes "I'm an assassin."
Quentin stays silent, then suddenly exclaims.
"OH MY GOD THAT SOUNDED SO COOL!! IF WE INVENT FILMS AT ANY POINT WE SHOULD ADD THAT IN!"
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Post by Seven on Mar 1, 2009 17:40:36 GMT -5
Thrasymachus smiles at the man, and Quentin excitedly exclaims, he turns around to face the millionaire. He nods, as if this were an actual serious proposition. "Yes, that sounds like a most excellent plan. I've always wanted to direct. Sadly...I'm afraid we're going to need more of a script though," his eyes turn back to the assassin. "What is your name, and from whence did you come?"
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Post by Rojo on Mar 1, 2009 17:42:33 GMT -5
The assassin stands up and inclines his head to Thrasymachus.
"My name is Jacque Edwerdis and I hail from the province of Morrowind."
((What? That's what I named him when I first made him...shut up...))
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Post by Seven on Mar 1, 2009 17:46:47 GMT -5
((*grins, snickering* ..ok...if you say so....))
He nods. "A pleasure to make your acquaintance." Once again, another man from another world. "What do you remember before the universe imploded?"
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Post by Rojo on Mar 1, 2009 17:54:52 GMT -5
The man's head seems to tilt towards the sky in thought for a moment, then looks back to the Guardian's face.
"I sitting in my house in Vivec, sketching a tree outside the window at my desk. Next thing I am under the very same tree like this. The strangest part is I wasn't wearing my armour before I appeared here..."
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Post by Seven on Mar 1, 2009 17:58:24 GMT -5
Thrasymachus pauses thoughtfully. "How very strange..." After all, there had been nothing here moments before, when he had not yet added life into the antiverse. But then again, he had no doubt that his magic has the capability of creating a landscape this far out. He looked up at the still empty sky. At least there was a ground now, of some form. He looks over at Quentin. "Quentin, do you suppose that just by adding some magic, it had the capability to expand outward and keep growing, since the antiverse had nothing prior?"
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Post by Rojo on Mar 1, 2009 18:03:12 GMT -5
Quentin looks at Thrasymachus.
"Well, I suppose so...as for the man's armour problem, I was wearing my suit when this happened so..."
He shrugs.
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Post by Seven on Mar 1, 2009 18:29:44 GMT -5
"Hmm...very mysterious indeed." He looks over at Jacque. "I'm afraid I have no answer to your question. I am very sorry."
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Post by Rojo on Mar 2, 2009 2:30:52 GMT -5
Jacque shrugs.
"Often most people don't. But who truly does have an answer in this crazy thing we call life?"
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