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Post by Rojo on Mar 2, 2009 18:07:23 GMT -5
"Right. If you say so..."
((What? Moi?))
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Post by Seven on Mar 2, 2009 18:09:08 GMT -5
((If you don't have anything planned for the pair, we could have Rojo and Devon....))
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Post by Rojo on Mar 2, 2009 18:17:56 GMT -5
((No, in fact I didn't want to bring Rojo in because I always do that, but I think that be a good idea.))
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Post by Seven on Mar 2, 2009 18:20:31 GMT -5
((sowwry. *shrugs* what can i say. Devon for me was a relatively new character, but like you said once, he and Rojo are as thick as thieves. So it's hard for me to want to bring Devon in without rojo.))
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Post by Rojo on Mar 3, 2009 3:53:06 GMT -5
((How they became so is a mystery as they had known eachother for such little time...anyway, if you want to do that then okay. Seperately they're good- together zey are brilliant!))
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Post by Seven on Mar 3, 2009 21:00:46 GMT -5
((*nods* I agree. Ze are fun. ...I think it would be funny if they were bickering over something stupid though. Quick, think of a terrible book that they would be at odds on!))
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Post by Rojo on Mar 4, 2009 3:40:16 GMT -5
((The Saucy Adventures Of Regini Margati?))
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Post by Seven on Mar 4, 2009 13:47:17 GMT -5
((Perfect!))
In the distance, two figures, clad in very different attire, walk, half way in debate, half in argument. "Really, how can you not like 'The Saucy Adventures of Regini Margati'? The book is a classic! Ok, so maybe there is a slight corruption of lore...such as vampires whose skin sparkles...but that's just artistic license!"
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Post by Rojo on Mar 4, 2009 14:15:40 GMT -5
"But it's such a butchery of the real thing! I have met vampires and they do not sparkle. They bloody well burn for the god's sakes!"
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Post by Seven on Mar 4, 2009 15:57:06 GMT -5
"Yes, but what if you didn't know that for sure? What if you were just an ordinary plebeian, thinking vampires to be a thing of mythology? And mythology evolves over time, you know. It is the metaphor, in the end, that makes the impression. Sparkling skin with the radiance of stars--the irony of turning a creature of darkness into a being of pure, shimmering light! It's too romantic!"
Thrasymachus watches them warily as they approach. The universe had just imploded. Was it necessarily the time to go over a book list? Then again, he was clearly disregarding the fact that he had ignored the obvious importance of the situation when the universe first exploded, opting to play D&D. But he was a Guardian, and he could easily fall susceptible to such hypocrisy.
"Do you want to approach them first, or should I?" he asks Quentin quietly.
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Post by Rojo on Mar 4, 2009 16:07:56 GMT -5
"Poppycock! Fine, let's say I was in some strange alternate world where Magical Beings didn't exist for certain and everyone was so misty-eyed and stupid they completely ignore the facts that butcher their so-called Mythology. Fine. I'd still say it was an awful book because it goes with the flock! Any book that is highly rated these days (on any of the worlds, including this hypothetical one) has to have a romance part! It's ridiculous! Books are supposed to be about roaring adventures with men in tight tights running around, desperately deflowering seductive elven women and hacking off the heads of old hags!" The other man retorts, wearing a foppishly bright red scarf around his head like some sort of gypsy fashion statement.
Quentin takes a while to reply, before whispering back.
"I think we should leave them be...they're kind of scary..."
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Post by Seven on Mar 4, 2009 16:15:23 GMT -5
Devon crosses his arms. "Well, for one, books are supposed to be about a means to see life through another's perspective. The one that you have just described is nothing more than your autobiography. Rojo, you are the narcissist, through and through!" Shoujo bubbles suddenly surround Devon. "I, on the other hand, can see the appeal to the masses the book wrought. The ideal of love--the ever continuing battle between the opposing forces of keep with your practical life and seeking the adventure that defiles all logic and sense! Giving up what is known for the exploration of what is unknown. And more so, all in the namesake of love! That thing that philosophers over countless years have never truly grasped, but always sought. The one truth of truths, the only purity in our blackened world." Devon looks like he might start sparkling like the vampire from said book.
Thrasymachus raises his eyebrow, frowning as he watches them. "I do believe you have an excellent point, Quentin. Let us make our escape before they recognize our presence here..."
"Look! Another passerby!" Devon suddenly exclaims.
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Post by Rojo on Mar 4, 2009 16:22:46 GMT -5
Rojo pauses.
"Are they really that tight?" He looks down at his trousers, breaking the critical back-and-forth that had been happening a moment ago. "Pervert..." he mumbles under his breath, then louder "Oh, hello there!"
"Shit." Murmers Quentin only loud enough for Thrasymachus to hear.
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Post by Seven on Mar 4, 2009 16:28:48 GMT -5
Devon ignores Rojo's comment, going over to Thrasymachus and Quentin. "Greetings, my fine Sirs. I am Lord Devon van Shire, hailing from the City of Maderal. My companion is the great adventurer, Rojo Rodriguez. It is our pleasure to make your acquaintance," Devon says with formal exuberance, giving the customary bow of his world's etiquette.
Thrasymachus watches like the two like he might a pair of cartoon characters that fell out of Saturday morning cartoon blocks. "Yes...My name is Thrasymachus...and this is Quentin...."
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Post by Rojo on Mar 4, 2009 16:35:21 GMT -5
Rojo stares at his friend in almost disgust. He turns his attention to the other two, flashing his most adventurer-y grin.
"Hail and well met, Thrash- Thras- Mr T. And Klentin, was it?"
"Quentin." The ex-millionaire corrected politely.
"Right, right, sorry about that. I'm a bugger for names..."
Quentin picked up on Rojo's accent.
"Are you from London?" He asked.
"What? No..." The adventurer's accent had changed again, in that peculiar way it did to sound entirely different. "I'm from Timetall, and you're wearing awfully strange clothes..."
Funny, thought Quentin I could say the same for you...
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