Twelve
Senior Member
Vampire Terrorist
I think you've had about enough fun...
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Post by Twelve on Oct 8, 2004 0:30:01 GMT -5
Twelve's grin lengthened as something shot out from his dark covered body. The thing appeared to be a Canine like creature. It roared loudly as it charged at Destiny.
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Post by Damascus on Oct 8, 2004 0:31:25 GMT -5
He shakily gets to his feet on the third attempt. His muscles didn't want to listen to him, but slowly he was regaining his strength. He took her support and eventually made it to the car, slowly making it the to back door, he got in and laid down, resting. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the keys that he'd had for so long.
"Here." He said, dropping them in the front of the car, to tired to even hand them to her.
((Wow, Twelve, straight out of Helsing.))
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Post by Raz Nili Ze'ev on Oct 8, 2004 0:34:27 GMT -5
Raz can't hold still long enough to eat or drink anything. She succeeds in spilling the water down her front.
"SsssOkay. I'mmm n-n-n-n-not thirst-t-ty an-n-nywaysss," Raz slurs again. "feel kinda n-n-n-nauseous."
"'Sssides, I would-d-d-d pr-pr-probably choke."
"I'mmm c-c-old. It'ssss s-s-s-so c-c-old in h-here."
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Post by Ezra Weil on Oct 8, 2004 0:36:33 GMT -5
Ezra gets her a few more blankets.
He places them on her awkwardly.
"Can I do anything to make you more comfortable....I'm sorry I am so bad at this. I have never really had to take care of anyone....I am sorry....I can get you anything..."
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Post by Rayven on Oct 8, 2004 0:37:48 GMT -5
Rayven stared at the keys a moment before picking them up and putting them into the ignition. She didn't start the car just yet, though.
She turned around and looked down at Damascus in the back seat. It was another moment before she spoke.
"You should try to get your rest while I drive." She was quiet for another moment. "When you're stronger, and able, we need to talk." She then turned back around and started the car and backed it out of hiding.
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Post by Raz Nili Ze'ev on Oct 8, 2004 0:43:22 GMT -5
"Sssokay," Raz says shortly.
The blankets don't do much, since the problem is that her homeostasis is all screwed up from the shutdown of the implants and enhancements. Raz continues to shake violently.
"I kn-n-n-now thiss is k-kind of p-p-p-p-p-p-personal, but... could-d-d you j-j-ust-hold m-me? M-my b-b-dy temperature is all scr-rewed up. I don't-t th-th-th-think a hot water b-b-b-b-bottle woulddd b-b-be conv-v-v-v-venient right-t-t now... It't't doesn't l-look like the city hasss h-h-hot wat-t-t-errr."
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Post by Damascus on Oct 8, 2004 0:48:03 GMT -5
"We... can talk... now." He said, his was breathing normally, but words were coming hard.
He liked the feel of the back seat, it was comfortable. If he hadn't been so unaware of his sences, it would actually have been a little bit more uncomfortable, but being half alive would do that to you.
"What... did you want to... talk about, Rayven?"
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Post by Ezra Weil on Oct 8, 2004 0:48:24 GMT -5
"If that makes you more comfortable, then I will oblige." He says stoicly.
He has never been an emotive person, and though he wants desparately to help her, he finds this longing only further detaches him from his emotions.
He sits beside her and puts his arms around her. It is sort of a distant embrace, comparable to one forced upon a person by a relative they dislike.
He awkwardly rubs her arm, to try to give them some warmth.
"I really don't touch people...a lot...so sorry if I seem awkward. It is nothing against you as a person."
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Post by Rayven on Oct 8, 2004 0:56:59 GMT -5
Rayven stopped the car and reparked it. She then went to the backseat with Damascus and stayed in the floorboard as she looked at him.
"You're still not strong enough. It's even hard for you to talk." She bit her lip. "We'll stay here. We're hidden. You're resting. I'll just turn on the radio.... if it can pick up anything all the way out here... If you need anything, tell me. I'll teleport to that village a little ways back and get it for you. How does that sound?" She attempted at a smile.
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Post by Raz Nili Ze'ev on Oct 8, 2004 1:00:50 GMT -5
"Nnn-n-nothing-g-g perssson-nal about-t-t it. Survival cl-classss l-l-lesson f-f-four hyp-p-p-potherm-mia. Ifff n-no warm w-w-water is av-v-ailable use b-b-body heat-t."
Raz feels too sick for anything romantic. She just feels like she is freezing. She knows her skin must feel cold.
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Post by Damascus on Oct 8, 2004 1:04:05 GMT -5
"I'm... fine." He said, getting up into a sitting position. He weakly put a hand on her cheek and smiled weakly.
"You said... we should... talk. So... we'll talk."
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Post by Ezra Weil on Oct 8, 2004 1:04:20 GMT -5
"Would you like me to find someone fatter? I am rather thin and anemic. You might get warmed up more by someone who is larger. Does this even help?" Ezra asks with concern.
Her skin is very cold. He rubs her back and arms, trying to warm her up.
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Post by Rayven on Oct 8, 2004 1:11:10 GMT -5
Rayven took his hand and kissed the inside of his palm. The smile was gone now. She knew she couldn't have held it long.
She took his hand in both of hers as she still stayed in the floorboard and sighed, "Alright..." She didn't look at him now as she talked.
"I wanted to know... why... and when. When did you know you loved me, and why do you...?"
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Post by Raz Nili Ze'ev on Oct 8, 2004 1:12:37 GMT -5
Raz tries to laugh, but instead, her neck spasms and all she can do is make a sort of gutteral sound.
"N--no this is fine. 'Sssides, th-the only p-p-people that c-c-an afford to b-b-e fat are R-Red Inf-f-finity op-p-peratives."
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Post by Ezra Weil on Oct 8, 2004 1:18:39 GMT -5
Ezra laughs out loud. He holds her closer then, feeling more at ease with the situation.
"Well, I suppose you are right. As much as I would like you to be warmer, I am not about to see if anyone at the Ministry of Terror is available to help us out."
He sighs, and feels very unnatural.
"I could tell you a story or something..."
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