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Post by Rojo on Jul 30, 2009 10:31:28 GMT -5
Chuck continues to watch the figure getting closer.
"I sure hope the guy knows where my bike is...I don't know what I'd do without it..." he seems suprsingly unphased at appearing in apparently nothing and also having met a man dressed like some sort of guy at a Renaissance Faire.
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Post by Seven on Jul 30, 2009 10:32:41 GMT -5
Devon looks at Chuck with a questioning stare. "A....motor....cycle?" It's clearly a "what?" look.
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Post by Rojo on Jul 30, 2009 11:23:05 GMT -5
((He never said Motorcycle...DEVON HAS MIND-READING POWERS  )) Chuck turns and nods. "Yeah, y'know, a bike. I got an old Harley. M'dad gave it t'me and I've had it ever since. Ya know what a motorbike is, don'tcha?" Chuck scratches his head as if the concept of someone not knowing what a motorcycle is an impossibility. |
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Post by Seven on Jul 30, 2009 11:25:49 GMT -5
((SHIT! I keep making stupid mistakes! GAH! *bangs head*))
Devon innocently shakes his head. "Never heard of one, Chuck."
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Post by Rojo on Jul 30, 2009 11:28:34 GMT -5
((*Pats her on the back* It's fine! We all make mistakes! Me most of all!))
Chuck seems dumbfounded.
"You are pullin' my leg, yeah? You don't know what a motorcycle is? That's...cool. I ain't never met someone who didn't know what a motorcycle is. Where'd you say you was from?"
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Post by Seven on Jul 30, 2009 11:29:35 GMT -5
"A planet named Venera. How about you?"
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Post by Rojo on Jul 30, 2009 11:34:26 GMT -5
Chuck laughs again and punches the air.
"Another planet? Dude! That's so cool! I ain't never met someone from another planet before..." he stares at Devon for a moment "ya don't look like an alien...but anyways, I come from Wisconsin originally, but I've ridden all over the States, y'know. Oh, I forgot, you probably don't know what I'm talkin' about. I live- well, lived -in a country called America on a planet called Earth. It's a big blue thing, can't miss it." He smiles warmly.
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Post by Seven on Jul 30, 2009 11:38:03 GMT -5
Devon suddenly recalls the word 'Earth' from earlier in the day--at least what he thought was the day. "Oh! How splendid. I had the pleasure of becoming acquainted with another person from your 'Earth' just earlier. His name was Thrasymachus--though I admit, you two don't look much alike..." He smiles exuberantly. "In any case, you shouldn't worry. I was in the same situation not too long ago, meeting people from planets and worlds I'd never heard of. A very good friend of mine was actually the first person I met from another world."
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Post by Rojo on Jul 30, 2009 11:41:45 GMT -5
Chuck seems to think to himself, a process which brings a contemplative look to his beastly face.
"Nah, man, I ain't never heard of any guy called that...sounds like 'nother weird name t'me..." Chuck the Biker listens politely until Devon has finished before constructing his reply.
"So, all you aliens know eachother or somethin'? Do you have a spaceship?" He peers around Devon as if expecting the noble to be hiding a sleek silver ship behind him somehow.
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Post by Seven on Jul 30, 2009 22:53:36 GMT -5
"Um, space--" Devon murmurs, but decides to let it go. "No, we had just met in the previous Antiverse. Before Thrasymachus imploded that one too." He looks at Chuck with a very simple, matter of fact tone about him. "From what I've come to understand, Thrasymachus imploded the universe the first time--surviving that was quite a bout of good luck, I really didn't think I'd make it a second. But, I suppose I've always gotten a pretty good hand from lovely ladies," he smiles, alluding to Lady Luck lightly.
The figure in the distance has managed to come closer yet. It seems it has taken notice to the pair...but isn't sure it should be coming closer to them. So as of now, it's hanging precariously in roughly the same spot.
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Post by Rojo on Jul 31, 2009 7:08:48 GMT -5
Chuck seems not to understand Devon's wording.
"Y'mean a woman took you here in her spaceship?" He scratches his head and checks on the approaching figure. He notices they've stopped. Raising a dustbin lid sized hand and waving it from side to side at the person.
"Hey, dude! It's alright! We ain't gonna bite ya!"
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Post by Seven on Jul 31, 2009 9:01:06 GMT -5
Devon scratches his nose, "Not...quite...." He wasn't sure how to explain it, but fortunately Chuck managed to change the subject by waving at the figure on the horizon. After peering for some while, it suddenly seemed like the figure either sat down or fell, or something since it suddenly shrank in size. "By golly gracious! Do you suppose that they've been hurt?" he asks Chuck. "Perhaps we should go to them?"
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Post by Rojo on Jul 31, 2009 12:42:48 GMT -5
Something within the gentle giant seems to change. He stands stock still for a moment, then suddenly starts sprinting full speed towards the figure.
"HOLD ON, BRO! WE'RE COMIN'!"
Watching him move is a sight to behold, watching the muscles pump and the fibres creak as the thick legs power the enormous man towards the figure. He seems to be under the impression that the whatever it is is hurt.
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Post by Seven on Jul 31, 2009 14:07:59 GMT -5
"Oh--oh dear--Chuck, wait for me!" Devon puts a tight hold on his hat and takes after the man. And as they reach the figure, it becomes clear that it is not a dude as Chuck has put it. Not a dude at all.
It's actually a woman, appearance of mid 20s. She sits with her knees folded up towards her--she's only wearing an over sized, black turtleneck and her undergarments. She looks up at the newcomers with questioning purple eyes. She really quite lovely, they way elves and angels are lovely, though she doesn't appear to be either of the mentioned.
Devon comes to a halt at the sight, catching his breath. "Oh dear."
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Post by Rojo on Aug 1, 2009 9:46:58 GMT -5
"Dude..." Chuck whispers under his breath, marvelling at this woman's loveliness. "You okay, dudette?" He inquires warmly.
((Short post))
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