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Post by hermes on Jan 20, 2010 17:03:11 GMT -5
We all fall in love. The world is a bit stupid like that. No matter how you look at it, love is a terrible double edged sword, and no one ever considers the evil that exists in it, next to the good.
Prime sighed, and yet we all can't help but be consumed by it, eventually.
A girl stood next to him, wearing a white dress, and a slight smirk on her face. She was platinum blond, with fair features, and bright blue eye's. She was of even height with Prime, and of slender build.
Her smile often tended towards wickedly mischivous, and her personality eclectic. She wasn't actually human anymore, but a spirit of sorts.
He'd run into her, found her, it depended on how you looked at it, a short time ago. He wasn't quite sure what to make of her.
"Ready Aoi?" Prime asked, she scrunched up her nose at him, and grabbed his hand. Light flooded her form, and she changed. In a moment, Prime was holding a white spear with a rather large blade at the tip.
Prime flourished it handily, brushing the dust off. It'd been a while since he used a spear. He finally settled in a casual stance, the spear behind his back, and directed his left hand into the air.
He frowned, and lowered his hand, reaching into his pocket.
He pulled out a cellphone, and click through several numbers until he found the one he wanted. He hit the call button.
"Hey, you up for a match?" Prime asked.
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Post by Hamuu on Jan 20, 2010 19:41:24 GMT -5
“You going to get that?” Merlin asked as he hard the cell phone chime a fourth time.
<It is not mine. I was under the impression it was your cellar device.> Sly turned a stalk-eye towards him.
“Mine?! You know I hate technology!” Merlin huffed and grabbed two cushions, placing one over each ear.
Sly shrugged and listened to the chime, <I believe it’s under the couch.>
He leaned down low to the floor and reached his seven fingered hand under the sofa. His right stalk eye bent down and peered under the couch until he saw the offending phone.
<It’s Zebedee’s cell phone.>
“Fine, ok, Zebedee hates us. Make it stop already!” Merlin scowled in annoyance.
Sly wrapped his fingers around it and flipped it open.
“Hey,” the voice on the other end greeted him, “You up for a match?”
“Who is it?” asked Merlin.
<A proposition.>
“Ah… wait, can you actually think talk through the phone?”
<The process through which I communicate is called thought-speak, and no.”
“Give me the phone you stupid blue deer.” Merlin scowled again as he gripped the device between his index finger and thumb. He held it up near his ear, not next to it but also not too far away that he couldn’t hear the person on the other end “Hello? Who is this?”
OOC- WILDCARD BITCHES!!!!!
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Post by hermes on Jan 20, 2010 20:32:03 GMT -5
"I might ask you the same question," Prime said, "You certainly don't sound like Zebedee. This is Prime, though, if it makes any difference. And you are?" Prime asked calmly.
OOC - Short post is short and holy crap he's going against Merlin x.x
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