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Post by Andrew Kasher on Jan 23, 2005 20:57:06 GMT -5
Everyone is singing but Soren. Since Soren is the only full human present, he is the one who must weild the kampa.
Andrew is going to feel very bad about this later, but he must stop Satsujin.
He changes the way that he is singing. It is the same song, but he uses his voice to influence Soren. His new, inaudible addition to the song should fill Soren with an urge to sing along, and to wield the kampa to destroy Satsujin.
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Post by Linnea Korpela on Jan 23, 2005 20:57:07 GMT -5
"Well as long as it gets the message across," Linnea looks back at the murals like she was examing them. "Reminders of the past, and hopes for the future."
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Post by Garret thingysure on Jan 23, 2005 21:00:19 GMT -5
"I like that. So, what do you say we grab a bite to eat. We could head to the bistro or something." Garret suggests.
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Post by Soren on Jan 23, 2005 21:04:47 GMT -5
Soren was about to say..."You all suck.." But he was cut off before suck. Instead he starts singing along with everyone else. He can't control it.
His singing voice is much more pleasing on the ears than the caustic tone of his perpetually snide speaking voice. It is light and youthful. It is even pleasant.
Since not everyone is singing yet, the kampa has not activated. It remains in Tensuo's hand. He starts walking towards Tensuo. Tensuo will play a role in this as well, though, since the kampa has not yet been activated, the battle continues.
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Post by Toivo Koivisto on Jan 23, 2005 21:06:59 GMT -5
"I see, the spell was not a spell at all, but a song. That's why it didn't work."
I start to sing along with everyone else.
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Post by Linnea Korpela on Jan 23, 2005 21:09:11 GMT -5
"The bistro sounds good," she smiled at him then looked back at her work. "I have to figure out who I'm going to do next. I have done Bassarov, Usha and Brady, Zero and Mishca. But whoever I want to paint next I want to talk to them so I can refect their personality into the painting."
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Post by Tristen on Jan 23, 2005 21:09:36 GMT -5
Tristen groaned as he sat up off of the couch and walked toward the door of Lady Violet's house. Blood, slightly trickled down from area of where his right arm was. He winced abit as he began to glow brightly. "unghh..." he moaned as an aura of darkness surrounded his body.. and with a loud SNAP, Tristen's arm appeared, just as it normally was.
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Post by Elijah Debs on Jan 23, 2005 21:12:24 GMT -5
Elijah continues to sing with the others. The song is calming and mellow. The tones are chromatic, making the tune dream like or even a little impressionistic. Of all of the voices, he can hear Andrew's the clearest. Andrew is a good singer, but this doesn't really surprise him. Nymphs, above all other races, seem to excell at the artistic and creative.
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Post by Garret thingysure on Jan 23, 2005 21:15:31 GMT -5
"That sounds like a good idea." Garret looks at the painting of Usha and Brady and is glad that she captured some of the other rebels, not just the rebel leaders.
The couple then leaves and walks to the bistro. They enter and see Mischa, Zero, and Bassarov. Garret walks over and seats himself with the other rebels.
"Hey everyone, good to see you here. Linnea and I were just looking at her murals. You should really check it out. She did a great job!"
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Post by Linnea Korpela on Jan 23, 2005 21:17:20 GMT -5
Linnea's face turns red but says nothing. He didn't have to draw attention to her.
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Post by "Zero" Americanski on Jan 23, 2005 21:18:47 GMT -5
I smile and say "I'll have to make sure to take a look later."
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Dariya Pisarev
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Nihilist Writer
What Can Be Destroyed, Should Be Destroyed.
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Post by Dariya Pisarev on Jan 23, 2005 21:22:20 GMT -5
When Soren starts singing, I start laughing loudly and obnoxiously. I snort a few times and fall to my knees in laughter. Finally, I catch my breath.
"You have a great singing voice, Soren. Should you give up nihilism, you should join a church choir."
I mock him some more, but, for some odd reason, I feel like singing along. The song really isn't my taste. It is old fashioned and boring. It is way to peaceful. It sounds like something that my mother would listen to.
I resist the urge to sing for as long as I can, until finally I just start blurting out music and words like the rest of them.
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Post by Garret thingysure on Jan 23, 2005 21:24:05 GMT -5
"Linnea, you are way too modest. That mural kicks ass."
Garret leans back in his chair and orders a burger, fries, and a cola.
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Post by Erika "Zwei" Faust on Jan 23, 2005 21:25:48 GMT -5
For the first time since her birth I am not worried about Iris. Now it is Despair that worries me. With every passing day he grows colder and more distant; not long ago he would have given his life to protect me, now he barely seems to notice me... "Despair, do you love me?" I ask him.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Jan 23, 2005 21:30:09 GMT -5
"I'll be sure to head down to the metro and check out the murals. I am always impressed by your work, Linnea, and no doubt, this will be just as impressive." Bassarov replies to her.
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