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Post by Seven on Mar 2, 2009 8:24:21 GMT -5
" . . ."
Thrasymachus wondered if the man before him always spoke in movie-dialogue-esque speech. He clears his throat. "Anyways, we are still looking for others. We are hoping to be rebuild the world, in case the universe doesn't go back to its true nature of its own accord.
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Post by Rojo on Mar 2, 2009 8:35:42 GMT -5
Jacque shrugs.
"Well, do what you feel. I'll be here when you need me..."
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Post by Seven on Mar 2, 2009 12:32:08 GMT -5
"Well...do you wish to come with us in our search?"
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Post by Rojo on Mar 2, 2009 12:35:56 GMT -5
Jacque looks to his sketching parchment, then out across the mud.
"No. I think I'll stay here and draw."
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Post by Seven on Mar 2, 2009 12:37:01 GMT -5
"Suit yourself. Good bye for now." He turns around. "Come Quentin, let us continue our search."
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Post by Rojo on Mar 2, 2009 12:39:21 GMT -5
The scientist nods and walks past Jacque, who has resumed his sketching.
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Post by Seven on Mar 2, 2009 12:40:12 GMT -5
He looks over hsi shoulder. "Do you wish to take the lead?"
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Post by Rojo on Mar 2, 2009 12:44:07 GMT -5
"I'm not really bothered."
Quentin replies neutrally, casting a gaze over his own shoulder at the smaller-getting tree and the figure under it.
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Post by Seven on Mar 2, 2009 12:48:09 GMT -5
Thrasymachus ponders. "There has to be an easier way to pinpoint people...Ah. I've got it." He bends to the floor again, putting his hand on it. There aren't many people around in the anti-verse, so he uses his magic to pick up vibrations from the few that would be around.
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Post by Rojo on Mar 2, 2009 16:56:59 GMT -5
Thrasymachus would pick up five different signals.
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Post by Seven on Mar 2, 2009 17:32:18 GMT -5
All in opposite directions, I take it?
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Post by Rojo on Mar 2, 2009 17:56:11 GMT -5
Naturally.
Except for two, which are coming from the same direction.
"Say, just a thought but if we were actually controlled by giant omnipotent beings using strange consoles then I think mine has had far too many already and that yours should have more...because mine would feel like a bit of a prat by now."
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Post by Seven on Mar 2, 2009 17:58:37 GMT -5
Thrasymachus turns around, giving Quentin the most bewildered look. "Excuse me?"
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Post by Rojo on Mar 2, 2009 18:01:36 GMT -5
"Nevermind..." murmers Quentin, scratching his nose.
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Post by Seven on Mar 2, 2009 18:03:31 GMT -5
"Anyways, I sense five people. Two coming in a group..."
((Ok, I get the hint. I should bring in some of my characters, no?))
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