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Post by Toriji on Jan 21, 2010 11:09:56 GMT -5
*Obadiah*
"Actually, I am in high hopes that I won't have to take the throne because that would require my father's death. Also, you don't need to fear any kind of murder from me. I intend to send everyone who assists me back where they belong once this little battle is over. As for payment, we could work that out at any time, no?"
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shinaobi
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Oh yeah.
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Post by shinaobi on Jan 21, 2010 17:39:30 GMT -5
*Obadiah*
Shifting his weight so that he now leaned against the side of the space the door, now upside down in the sand, had previously occupied, Brilshaden cocked his head to the side, evidently confused by the other man's remarks. "If by 'any time', you mean right now, then yes, we can work out payment. Though, since you seem unwilling to get this part of the procedure over with, I think I can assume that means you don't have anything to offer."
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Post by Toriji on Jan 22, 2010 11:30:28 GMT -5
*Obadiah*
The masked man sternly shook his head. "You have me all wrong, Obadiah. I just want you to think about what you want very hard. Once we agree on something, you won't be able to change the conditions later."
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Post by Veros on Jan 22, 2010 19:49:22 GMT -5
*Chris* Chris turned around to face the clone, his movement fluid and effortless with his red hair laying messily on his head, eyes searching for every little detail as he took in sight. "Usual to have someone make a house call." Chris releases the hold on his gun, the metal splintering apart and shifting in shaping, coming to a rest within is gloves which dimensionally did not add up to the size of the metal before. "But since you did, I figure I will hear you out at least." Chris' mind probed out, the force of it running over the figure, searching it for anything metallic, anything immediately threatening.
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Post by Toriji on Jan 25, 2010 8:15:45 GMT -5
*Chris*
The clone unstrapped his sword and stabbed it into the ground. "I think you'll find this to be the most interesting metal I have on me. The rest is simply steel and such." He shifted his weight so that it was on the leg opposite the sword he had just stabbed into the dirt. "I have a proposition for you. I need a little help in my world to assure my father does not die in the coming few months. Would you be interested in such an endeavor. We have much of this metal siphrilite where I come frome."
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Post by Veros on Jan 25, 2010 17:57:29 GMT -5
*Chris*
Chris' power rolled over the blade as he tried to understand the metal, siphrilite, but as his sensing entered the metal it was strange and cold a trait he recognized. Feels similar to a battery. It's close. But not quite. Not that I can control it, I don't know the metal well enough. If I join him though, I could get a prime sample to learn from. Since I'm currently working with normal metals and the Metal of the Gods.
Chris' weight shifted a bit as he took a step closer to the clone and the blade, the movement fluid and his footstep impossibly quiet - like a feather shifting across the ground, "In exchange for my help keeping your father alive, I assume from an attack of some kind, I get a sample of this, Siphrilite, to study and use as I see fit?"
"Before I do agree though," Chris' eyes locked intensely on the clone, "I need to know two things. One you might be able to tell me, another I have to see for myself. Your father, what is threatening him, or who more likely. Then, I need to see this metal's response to one of my own."
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Post by Toriji on Jan 27, 2010 13:04:46 GMT -5
*Chris*
"The enemy we will be facing is an electricity emental named Varaj and whatever army he has managed to scrape together." He wrenched his blade from the ground and reholstered it. "We have several pure samples of siphrilite where I will be tking you, and we will have roughly one month to prepare so you can run as many tests as you want."
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Post by Veros on Jan 27, 2010 18:07:59 GMT -5
*Chris*
Chris visibly shuddered at the word electricity, "Great... That's going to be fun..."
An eyebrow arced as the clone continued on, "A month? Might be enough time to learn enough about the siphrilite. Assuming it doesn't have too many oddities. Count me in, if just for a sample of siphrilite."
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Post by Toriji on Jan 29, 2010 10:48:57 GMT -5
*Chris*
"Great. We can leave now. Just take my hand and we will be on our way." The clone thrust his hand out as if to offer a handshake. "We will be meeting up with others as well, so be prepared for a multitude of...unique people."
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Post by Veros on Jan 29, 2010 16:55:30 GMT -5
*Chris*
Chris glanced at the clone's hand for just a small fraction of a second before he reached out and placed his gloved hand into it. Only way to get there. Even though I hate teleportation, I'll have to do it.
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Post by shinaobi on Feb 2, 2010 16:31:10 GMT -5
*Obadiah*
Folding his arms, the mercenary continued. "I don't think that 'a ton of money' is something that I need to think very hard about. But, since you seem reluctant to promise me any, I'll bet you're one of those hopped-up countlings: self-important as all hell, but you probably don't even have enough gold to bribe off the bandits menacing your women and drinking your ale."
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Post by Toriji on Feb 3, 2010 9:18:00 GMT -5
*Chris*
That all too familiar feeling would rush over Chris again. It was as if he was dunked into a pool and was being slowly dragged to the bottom. When he did reach the bottom, it offered little resistance and he fell through. Looking around, he would find himself in the same room as the others with the clones still standing silent.
*Obadiah*
"I'm not going to try to sway your thinking. Money is what you want, fine. The deal is struck then." The clone extended his hand. "Just shake my hand and it will be final and we can be off to my home."
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Post by Ninmast on Mar 1, 2010 11:45:45 GMT -5
Camille turned and smiled to the newcomer with a bob of its head. "Greetings. I wonder how many more we shall be expecting?"
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Post by Veros on Mar 1, 2010 17:30:11 GMT -5
Chris gripped his stomach, resisting the urge to bend over and vomit from teleportation sickness he was all too prone to, his eyes focused on Camille's form. Even with his frequent exposure to weirdness, it was perplexing to him, he didn't know what to think of it - not that his mind hiding behind a fog helped much.
He squeezed his eyes shut briefly before they dialed back in, a faint smile on his lips, "Hey... Not sure, but maybe not too many..." He quickly shook his head, Teleporting is bad enough, that was murder on my body... The return trip isn't going to be friendly.
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Post by zandyne on Mar 2, 2010 0:32:23 GMT -5
The demon's eyes half-lidded with humor at the rather pathetic sight of Chris, "My, you're certainly fragile. I should hope only your stomach is your weakest asset."
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