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Post by Rojo on Mar 6, 2009 10:25:19 GMT -5
Rojo looks up at Devon's comment.
"Oh, that? I just caused a rip in the space/time continum by causing an influx of dangerously powerful thermon energy to focus into a singular point of torogoton." He paused "actually I just sort of made a hole in the sky which turned everything inside out."
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Post by Seven on Mar 6, 2009 12:24:43 GMT -5
"..." Devon pauses. "So...do you suppose that this is a similar case?"
Thrasymachus remains silent, watching the pair in unspoken curiosity.
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Post by Rojo on Mar 6, 2009 15:44:27 GMT -5
"Well, I don't know how many times you've seen holes in existance, but the one I caused was kind of like a rip, but the one I'd seen before hand was kind of like a proper hole- circle-y and round."
He made swirling movements with his index finger.
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Post by Seven on Mar 7, 2009 21:54:04 GMT -5
He pauses again, losing himself in thoughts. Nothing like that had happened when he had caused the universe to implode. It just simply was gone. Perhaps this was different? Irreversible even?
Devon eyes Thrasymachus warily, leaning over to Rojo, whispering, "He's so solemn. He's been thinking for a couple minutes and its starting to creep me out."
((Oh god. I just realized that at this rate, there's going to be a running gag that Thrasymachus is absent-minded. ;D ))
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Post by Rojo on Mar 8, 2009 6:23:40 GMT -5
Rojo shrugs and whispers back,
"The weird ones often are. Were you someone else I would suggest gutting him like a trout before he slits our gullets but I can tell right away you'd say no..."
Quentin looks at the other two, wondering what is happening just out of his range of hearing. He taps Thrasymachus on the shoulder.
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Post by Seven on Mar 9, 2009 23:41:44 GMT -5
Devon smiles at Rojo. "No. Bad Rojo. Do not suggest such things," he whispers in return.
Thrasymachus blinks, instantly snapping out of his trance-like state. He looks up at Quentin, then over at Rojo and Devon. "I suppose we should resume our search for other people, Quentin," he says in a low voice before continuing. "But, part of me fears that this antiverse is irreversible. So...do you suppose we should remain in our current formation?"
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Post by Rojo on Mar 10, 2009 2:59:55 GMT -5
Quentin shrugs.
"I'm not bothered."
Rojo plays with the idea in his head for a while.
"Nope, I don't mind either."
They turn to their respective companions.
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Post by Seven on Mar 12, 2009 14:27:46 GMT -5
Devon nods when Rojo turns to him.
"It seems it is settled then," Thrasymachus says. "Let us be off then."
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Post by Rojo on Mar 12, 2009 15:00:00 GMT -5
"Righto!" Rojo and Quentin say at exactly the same moment, sounding almost exactly the same. They look at eachother for a moment, perplexed, then turn towards a metaphorical horizon.
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Post by Seven on Mar 12, 2009 15:32:03 GMT -5
Thrasymachus moves to the ground again, placing his hand on it. The people he had sensed before might have moved since he last tracked them. "Though we probably now have infinite time, making the need to hurry obsolete, I would still like to, since the longer we take, the more spread out the other people I can feel become."
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Post by Rojo on Mar 12, 2009 15:35:27 GMT -5
"Sounds good..." Quentin comments flatly.
((My brain is dead -_-u))
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Post by Seven on Mar 12, 2009 15:54:12 GMT -5
((*Hugs* It's ok....so is mine. *math killed her* Sorry I've been gone forever, but I have had a crazy week. And I'll be having a math exam on Monday as well.))
Devon looks over to Thrasymachus, raising a hand to interject. "Actually...I was wondering...if the universe has imploded, then what's the point of trying to find others? Won't they eventually find us? After all, then we'll just be a slightly larger group of people with no particular direction. So why not concentrate on something else...."
"Like?"
He shrugs, shaking his head. "I don't know, but I don't think that finding more people will necessarily give us more direction."
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Post by Rojo on Mar 12, 2009 15:57:23 GMT -5
((And you forgot your microphone, yes? I saw your video. 'twas too quiet! >_< Buy headsets! Much more sound reception!))
The Undead looks at his friend.
"Like...?"
Quentin too looks at Devon, curious as to what his idea could be.
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Post by Seven on Mar 12, 2009 16:09:04 GMT -5
((Really? Can't you just pump the volume on your computer or something? Oh, and btw, I bought a webcam! Now I just need wait 3-5 days for it to arrive...))
Devon suddenly feels very put on the spot to come with some sort of wildly brilliant idea. "Well...for one...are we absolutely positive that we can't undo this mess? Since it will have been an awful waste of time to go searching for people if 10 hours later we all get torn a part then reformed on our original worlds. Perhaps we should search for a means to get home."
"And if there is no way 'home?'" Thrasymachus says all too rapidly.
"Well...perhaps we should start rebuilding civilization here. Create a center, and others will find it and stay."
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Post by Rojo on Mar 12, 2009 16:16:29 GMT -5
Rojo frowns, then replies slowly.
"But it'll be slow building with just the four of us, won't it?"
"I'm sure Thrasymachus can make buildings far quicker." Quentin says surely.
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