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Post by Seven on Mar 20, 2009 13:26:42 GMT -5
Devon resumes smiling awkwardly. Why did the air between those two have to be so thick?
"I'm so glad to hear that," Thrasymachus smiles in return. "Now, if you'd excuse me, I believe I was about to suggest to Quentin that we tour the house. Care to accompany us?"
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Post by Rojo on Mar 20, 2009 13:43:12 GMT -5
"Of course," Rojo replies, equally polite.
Oh god, thinks Quentin they've entered the "dangerously polite" phase...
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Post by Seven on Mar 20, 2009 13:46:54 GMT -5
"Well then," he says smiling, "Please allow me to lead the way." He takes a step closer to the door, and presses his hand against it. Immediately, some vines clear up, and a door, which was invisible to the eye just moments before, slides open. He side steps, politely gesturing for the others to enter first.
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Post by Rojo on Mar 20, 2009 13:49:45 GMT -5
Quentin walks through, looking curiously about.
Rojo, however, stands back and gestures half-bowing towards the door.
"Oh no, I insist, sir, after you."
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Post by Seven on Mar 20, 2009 13:51:51 GMT -5
Devon quietly followed after Quentin, glancing back at Rojo and Thrasymachus, before sighing softly.
He chuckles charmingly. "That's so kind of you, Rojo, but it is my house....Making you the guest."
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Post by Rojo on Mar 20, 2009 13:56:37 GMT -5
Quentin looks at Devon, an eyebrow cocked and a slight smile on his face.
"Your friend is quite amusing..." he comments.
"Oh, but you go ahead and start the tour of this beautiful home! I would enjoy to examine the architecture outside somemore. Go on ahead."
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Post by Seven on Mar 20, 2009 13:59:20 GMT -5
He chuckles softly, so the other two won't hear. "That may be true, but I could say the same about your friend as well."
Thrasymachus continues the exaggerated charade. "Oh Rojo, why hadn't you told me sooner! If that was the case, then allow me to give you a personal tour of the exterior architecture! Come! I have so much to show you..." he says grinning widely...with something just a little fiendish in it.
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Post by Rojo on Mar 20, 2009 14:03:10 GMT -5
"Oh, splendid!" Rojo replies, a shit-eating grin plastered on his face (thank Steven King for that phrase). Something about the smile was slightly manic.
"Yes...I suppose he is rather odd. But aren't we all?" Quentin says, shoving his hands in his pockets and puffing.
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Post by Seven on Mar 26, 2009 13:06:01 GMT -5
(Don't you mean Stephen King? Either way, thank you Mr. King.)
"In fact, I have a splendid idea! There's no view like an aerial view, as they say! So, let's go up!" Without another word, he grabs hold of the back of Rojo's shirt and springs into the air as fast as he can, flying.
"Yes, but I suppose that might be a cultural barrier in the end. After all, I doubt that each of us is odd in our respective worlds..." He suddenly sighs. "I just hope they don't wind up hurting each other."
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Post by Rojo on Mar 26, 2009 18:03:52 GMT -5
The grin flickers for a moment as Rojo is jerked into the air without warning. He struggles to keep his cool.
"Good idea!" He replies, unable to think of something patronizing to say.
"Oh yes...beating the crap out of each other before we even start...sounds like a bad idea..." Quentin replies mildly, looking around the inside of the small dome.
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Post by Seven on Mar 28, 2009 16:51:25 GMT -5
"Wonderful! Let's start!"
Unfortunately for Rojo, only Thrasymachus is flying. Rojo, on the other hand, would be precariously dangling from where Thrasymachus' firm grip had met the back of his shirt. The whole thing would probably be a little disconcerting. Especially, when Thrasymachus begins to fly rapidly, 'unintentionally' whipping the poor guy around. Thrasymachus continues to smile, acting blissfully unaware of this. "And here you can see from the top view that the house is a perfect circle," he says continuing the tour.
Looking around, the dome is practically a carbon copy of the Caveryn back in Manticore. Fountains included. Of course, the pair wouldn't know this, since neither knows anything of Caveryn, or Manticore for that matter. "Yet, I don't think we'll be able to stop them if it comes to that..." Devon says tiredly. He was already worrying about the worst.
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Post by Rojo on Mar 28, 2009 17:14:42 GMT -5
Rojo is whipped this way and that like a Ragdoll, being tossed precariously as if he were a piece of paper in the wind. His face holds an expression of fuming rage.
"I think-- Urf! - this may be rather a tad uncomfortable for me..." his voice was badly concealing deep loathing.
Quentin strokes his chin, looking at the fountains.
"Yes...if worst comes to worst then I suppose I could sedate them..." he holds up his left hand, showing a ring with an amythest set into it. He pulls the jewel off easily to reveal a small prick hidden underneath. "Though I'd prefer it not to have to come to that..."
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Post by Seven on Mar 29, 2009 20:37:25 GMT -5
Thrasymachus abruptly halts in midair, giving Rojo one final whipping from the momentum. "Oh, I'm so sorry," he says with an apologetic look. "Please except my sincerest apologies. I simply forgot that you could not fly like Quentin and myself." He was rubbing Rojo's apparent 'inferiority' in for not being able to fly.
Devon blinked, looking curiously at the ring. Everyone seemed so well prepared in the case of the universe imploding. Rojo had prior experience, Thrasymachus crazy magic, and now Quentin too! Put in that mindset, he begins thinking ahead. "Hmm, that certainly must be useful. There's only one problem. You'd only be able to sedate one. Once you sedate one, the other would catch on too quickly for you to sedate him. So, if it comes down to that, which would you sedate, Rojo or your companion, Thrasymachus?"
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Post by Rojo on Mar 30, 2009 12:16:45 GMT -5
Rojo hangs, his shirt fibres creaking dangerously. He scowls straight forward, looking stubborn.
"Let go of me..." he says.
Quentin seems to think for a moment. He shrugs.
"Thrasymachus, I suppose. He seems more tendant towards violence...I know he doesn't look it but I can tell...it's in the way he walks, the way he talks, the way he looks...of great power contained within this tiny little shell..." He seems awkward and unable to describe himself properly "though something about that Rojo fellow unnerves me...for the same reasons I can tell Thrasymachus is strong, I can tell the other fellow isn't...normal." He looks awkwardly at Devon, fumbling to replace the jewel on the ring.
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Post by Seven on Mar 30, 2009 12:23:03 GMT -5
Thrasymachus smiles a wide and dark smile. "While it is always my sincerest wish to oblige you, Rojo, are you so sure that is what you wish for?" he says charmingly, indicating to the fact that they are hovering some fifty feet above the ground.
Devon immediately catches onto what Quentin is saying about Rojo. "Oh, that. You needn't worry about Rojo and that uneasy feeling. Rojo is a good person and a trustworthy friend. That abnormality you are sensing...well...it's more like a medical condition than anything," he tries to remain vague, to uphold his promise.
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