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Post by Syron on Jan 31, 2009 14:27:55 GMT -8
Syron was sitting in a corner on the floor. There was a really large book about the theory of time, space, and the multiverse. "Wrong, wrong, completely off, wrong, wrong, oooh almost there. But no, its not an alternate timeline. Wrong, wrong, dumbass, wrong...." He seemed to go on and on laughing and saying rude comments about the people theorizing about something they clearly couldn't even begin to understand.
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Post by Alora on Jan 31, 2009 14:30:30 GMT -8
Ace walked into a bookshop. Which was ironic because she can't read. She decided to look at some comics because she understood by the pictures what was going on. She picked up an issue of 'The Sandman' and flicked through it. From an aisle away or so she heard some freak talking to himself, "Hey dude, shut up, I'm reading." She said in a calm tone almost under her breath- but not quite.
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Post by Syron on Jan 31, 2009 15:09:05 GMT -8
Syron didn't look up. "Ya, not my problem..." He said in a monotone voice. "You really have a problem? Then put in some ear plugs." Syron shook his head. He skimmed again. "Ha, all universes have the same physics. That is hilarious."
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Post by Alora on Jan 31, 2009 15:11:28 GMT -8
Ace laughed, "Yeah, I could get earplugs, or I could punch you in the fucking face." She chirped fakely, but with a surprising amount of honesty in her words. She put the sandman comic back in it's place.
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Post by Syron on Jan 31, 2009 15:19:22 GMT -8
Syron glanced up from his book momentarily to see what she looked like. "Mighty tough words from such a little girl." He said looking back at his book. "Why aren't you on a date instead? I doubt with those looks you couldn't hook a man easily. It could prove a lot more fun rather than making petty threats.
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Post by Alora on Jan 31, 2009 15:23:15 GMT -8
Ace went around to his side of the book aisle without hesitation then, and with a playing card as sharp as a razor sliding in her hand from her sleeve, she sliced at his face with furious precision. With her luck, She couldn't miss.
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Post by Syron on Jan 31, 2009 16:04:43 GMT -8
Syron grabbed her wrist without looking. "See now that would work with someone that couldn't track your physical energy being put into such a persice strike." He looked up from the book without moving his head. "And because I know Blaze so well I would have to say the you are a creator. By the card I would hazard to guess you are Lady Luck, no?"
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Post by Alora on Feb 1, 2009 4:40:52 GMT -8
With ann expression of pure hatred on her face, Ace said, "Yeah, I am. It makes sense that your friends with such a fucktard, it obviously rubbed off." Before kneeing him in the crotch.
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Post by Syron on Feb 1, 2009 19:33:13 GMT -8
Syron cringed. "Ya, but at least his power lasted through the years you were gone." He said staggered. "You are supposed to be so lucky, what happened? Luck couldn't even save the so called immortal that created it?" He taunted again. "Plus I wouldn't screw around with me. I'll drag you into another dimension where luck has no bearing. And you wouldn't survive against me there. It would look pretty embarrassing that I, a mortal, killed a creator." He was recovering from the pain. "So what is with you? You have a bad date last night or something? Poor thing really, it seems the pretty ones always get screwed over."
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Post by Alora on Feb 2, 2009 5:28:35 GMT -8
Ace blinked having no other reply than "You screw around with yourself?" and bursting out laughing.
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Post by Aldo Carias on Feb 2, 2009 5:40:50 GMT -8
Aldo had been watching this whole farce and now wandered in. He regarded Syron with the same regard you'd show a tapdancing flea. "I'm curious, is your head so far up your ass you have to go spelunking for daylight, or is it just that you need a microscope to see your dick?" He pulled a fifty out of his pocket and tossed it to Ace. "For the entertainment. ... And now that I said that I keep having the weird feeling now that I should tuck it into your G-string. Except you don't seem the type. Don't hit me, I'll give you more money."
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Post by Alora on Feb 2, 2009 7:11:48 GMT -8
Ace was, indeed about to hit the newcomer for that comment, but at hearing the bribe, decided against it. She did resent the hooker-comment, refusing to think of her bitch of a mother. Oh yeah, it was the future- She was dead now. Uplifted by the thought, She shrugged, "Whatever. Thanks for the money... How much more do you got?" She wondered, beginning to grin. She had momentarily forgotten that Syron existed.
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Post by Syron on Feb 2, 2009 9:19:40 GMT -8
Syron stood up slowly. "You know, that was a pretty rude comment." He stood in his face. "And you don't have the gender shield to protect you." He said calmly. "Now she was rude to me, but she is a girl. I tend to let it slide with just a sarcastic comment." He turned to Ace slightly, "You know, like calling you pretty." He looked back at Aldo. "But to disrespect a total stranger in the way you did, basically calling her a stripper. And then to disrespect THIS stranger, mistake. You see, I disrespect at times, but not like that." Syron paused for a moment. He smirked. "You have a power. What do you do? Yours seems pretty unique. Now I say unique, not powerfull."
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Post by Aldo Carias on Feb 2, 2009 11:22:19 GMT -8
"I didn't call her a stripper. Hell, I said she isn't the type." Aldo said, rolling his eyes and neatly sidestepping away from Syron, not bothering to answer his question about his power. He turned back to Ace and thought for a second before saying, "A lot." He rustled in his pockets for a second before producing an ATM and a credit card.
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Post by Alora on Feb 2, 2009 11:23:50 GMT -8
Ace grinned, "Nice to see ya again, Aldo. Remember me? Your good old friend Ace!" She eyed the cards, having completely forgotten Syron's existence in the presence of a platinum credit card.
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Post by Aldo Carias on Feb 2, 2009 11:25:03 GMT -8
Aldo grinned, "Well, I seem to remember an Ace. Don't know about 'Good Friend' though." He smiled a little then jerked a thumb at Syron. "You with this Joker?"
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Post by Alora on Feb 2, 2009 11:25:30 GMT -8
Ace laughed. "Oh, fuck no."
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Post by Aldo Carias on Feb 2, 2009 11:26:08 GMT -8
"Thank God, at least you have some taste, no matter how bad it may be."
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Post by Alora on Feb 2, 2009 11:26:56 GMT -8
Ace tilted her head. "What teh hell do you mean by that? What's wrong with my taste?" she sneered at him.
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Post by Aldo Carias on Feb 2, 2009 11:27:10 GMT -8
"You get on with me. Enough said."
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Post by Alora on Feb 2, 2009 11:28:22 GMT -8
Ace's sneer turned into a smile. "Heh, I guess so. What can I say, I have fucking terrible taste." she laughed.
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Post by Aldo Carias on Feb 2, 2009 11:29:23 GMT -8
"Damn right you do." Aldo said, going over to Syron and waving his hand in front of his face. "Is this dick asleep? Surely we're not that boring. I for one am a fucking riot."
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Post by Alora on Feb 2, 2009 11:30:01 GMT -8
Ace rolled your eyes, "Yeah, Emo. You're a total riot." she said sarcastically.
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Post by Aldo Carias on Feb 2, 2009 11:30:51 GMT -8
Hell yeah. A few fires, coupla crowbars and beating the hell out of anyone who annoys me."
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Post by Alora on Feb 2, 2009 11:31:22 GMT -8
Ace laughed again shortly. "Reminds me of myself actually." she shrugged.
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Post by Aldo Carias on Feb 2, 2009 11:32:27 GMT -8
Aldo smiled then clicked his fingers in front of Syron's face. "Seriously, I think he's passed out. It's creeping me out to be honest. You want to go get a pizza while he doesn't notice?"
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Post by Alora on Feb 2, 2009 11:33:30 GMT -8
Ace patted Syron on the shoulder as if showing sympathy. "Yeah. Honestly, pizza sounds pretty good right about now." She started to leave.
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Post by Aldo Carias on Feb 2, 2009 11:34:25 GMT -8
Aldo led the way out. "I know this place that's pretty good. Barely any band-aids in the cheese..."
And thread Finish.
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