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Post by Seven on Aug 3, 2009 14:04:14 GMT -5
She turns her head to face the two strangers, a distant look in her eyes. Then, she clutches her large turtleneck, as if subtly trying to cover her indecency a bit better. "I don't know--I think so." She rises carefully to her feet.
Devon steps forward taking off his hat again to give a polite bow. "I am Devon van Shire, Miss. My companion is the esteemed Chuck, and we are at your services," he says offering up Chuck's help without asking--but surely the man would have done so himself, no? "And may I inquire, Miss, what your name is?"
She shrugs slightly, absently, casually. "I'm not sure. Not that its terribly important anyways. Well, lets be off." She ends abruptly, ready to turn away.
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Post by Rojo on Aug 3, 2009 15:18:01 GMT -5
Chuck seems a little taken aback at the woman's sudden readiness to leave. He scratches his head again, lifting his arm and releasing a deadly toxin of bodily odours before sniffing.
"Uhh, pardon me for askin' ma'am but...where're we going?"
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Post by Seven on Aug 4, 2009 14:12:53 GMT -5
The woman doesn't flinch--though Devon does, despite his best attempts--gracefully turning herself around to face the man. "To find something. I lost something, I'm sure of it," she says in a distant tone, so blank and devoid of emotion that it is almost cold.
"Erm..." Devon can't help but feel thrown a little off guard. "You really don't remember...anything, Miss?"
She pauses. "I do remember one thing, but I doubt it's of great importance. In any case, I think it's best we be continuing. No use in standing around."
"I suppose....I also lost my companions..." he trails off, wondering what happened to the others in the implosion. He mutters to himself, "I wonder what happened to Rojo...."
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Post by Rojo on Aug 4, 2009 19:06:31 GMT -5
Chuck laughs again, his great booming laughter reverberating off the many metal hides of which they are all standing on.
"I'm sure if we stick together what we're lookin' for! You can find your friend," he points to Devon "you can find your mystery," he taps the girl lightly on the head "and I can find my bike!" He uses a thick thumb to point to himself.
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Post by Seven on Aug 5, 2009 9:48:57 GMT -5
The woman just looks slightly impatient, as if Chuck's announcement were just redundant and as if she had no time for Devon's sympathetic 'Are you sure you don't remember anything?' type questions. She just wanted to be going.
"Yes, sounds like a wonderful plan, my good sir," Devon says quaintly. Noticing the woman's anticipation, he continues, "So, we shall be off then?"
"Yes," the woman answers, starting to walk off in a random direction.
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Post by Rojo on Aug 5, 2009 11:34:35 GMT -5
Chuck looks at Devon, shrugs and lumbers after the girl.
((Short post is short.))
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Post by Seven on Aug 5, 2009 21:24:36 GMT -5
((Me thinks it's your turn to bring a new charrie in.))
Devon follows both of them, not wanting to get separated.
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Post by Rojo on Aug 6, 2009 7:12:35 GMT -5
There is a loud whirring noise and then a flash of blue.
Chuck looks up at the...well, he just looks up.
"What was that?" He asks aloud to himself, placing a hand above his brow despite there being no sunlight.
Far far far away, there is a dot. A small dot.
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Post by Seven on Aug 7, 2009 17:00:34 GMT -5
"Perhaps it's a person!" Devon merrily exclaims, not waiting to take off for the site. The woman rolls her eyes. "Perhaps it is all of our dooms as well."
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Post by Rojo on Aug 8, 2009 8:20:17 GMT -5
"Naww...don't say that li'l lady! 'could be our ticket outta this place, fer all we know. We wont' know until we find out."
The dot seems to stop for a moment, then resumes movement.
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Post by Seven on Aug 9, 2009 10:18:49 GMT -5
"Well, let's go see who or what it is," Devon calls again, a little ways ahead. The lady just nods, then continues moving.
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Post by Rojo on Aug 9, 2009 13:40:08 GMT -5
Chuck hesitates before following his new compadres.
Not so far away in a nothingness quite close...
There were three. This he knew. Three humanoid-shaped things coming towards him. Of course 'he' and 'him' were moot terms as technically 'he' held no gender.' His bare feet made no sound. No longer could the consistent and comforting hum of the engines be heard, the cold smooth floor beneath his feet. This was definitely not the SS Spirit.
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Post by Seven on Aug 10, 2009 8:51:19 GMT -5
((So...can they arrive?))
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Post by Rojo on Aug 10, 2009 10:32:34 GMT -5
((Ja, mein freund.))
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Post by Seven on Aug 10, 2009 11:01:23 GMT -5
As Devon and the Lady approach, they look the new fellow over...who ever he is.
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