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Post by Deadsketch on Nov 26, 2006 18:25:21 GMT -5
She smiled still, looking around as she listened to him. "Really? Think that varies by where you go, or where you left?" She asked curiously, looking back to him with a wondering expression. It was all so different from the world she was used to, she couldn't get enough of it.
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Post by ToxicShadow on Nov 26, 2006 18:35:31 GMT -5
"Hummm....you know, I'm not really sure." he said with the shrug of his free arm. "I think it might depend on emotions or intentions sometimes but, other then that, I'm guessing its pretty much random." He said, continuing down the path but at a slow pace, since she seemed to like it and wanted to just look around. "I honestly have little idea, even if I'm the only one able to do this." So many things in his life were mysteries to even him. All in all, he probably only remembered half of his lifetime, the first half completely unknown and whipped clear from his memory.
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Post by Deadsketch on Nov 27, 2006 19:55:12 GMT -5
"Huh, I suppose that would make sense, emotions." She mumbled with a soft smile. That thought certainly gave this passage a bit more depth, the idea that it read into ones soul. But if that was the case, she'd have to be careful about her emotions when she went here with him, otherwise it might give something she wanted to be silent away.
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Post by ToxicShadow on Nov 27, 2006 20:15:11 GMT -5
War didn't really say much more on their little travel, at least until they finally made it to the other doorway. And, looking back, the door they first entered had vanished and the hall way seemed to vanish slowly too - stopping a few yards away from them and the rest was just white, blank.
He pushed the door open and, in its frame, was reflecting glass just like that of a mirror. He glanced at Lang before stepping through it. The same effect happened as the first time he stepped through a mirror. He guided her through with a gentle pull too.
The frame of this mirror, once on the other side, was simple and black. However, that's not what was really important. This new room has quite large, the lights were on, and there was several large screens and machines against one of the walls. Add all in a row, were five or so over sized black motorcycles. "Here we are, my garage." the underground garage of the mansion.
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Post by Deadsketch on Nov 27, 2006 20:46:16 GMT -5
Lang held tight to his hand as the mirror came into view, and he stepped through it once again. Though she felt like she should close her eyes as she passed through, she didn't dare, not wanting to miss a second of it. As she disappeared back into the mirror after him, she looked around in interest, taking in the new place.
"Cool, nice motorcycles." She said with a grin, letting go of her hand for the moment, to walk over and see the motorcycles.
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Post by ToxicShadow on Nov 27, 2006 21:02:17 GMT -5
He followed just behind her as she took interest in the row of identical shiny black motorcycles. And he himself walked up beside her, extending his hand to touch the handles of the third one in the row. "This one, along with the two to my left are mine and the other two belong to my sister." he explained. He walked around behind Lang, coming up at her other side and touched one he claimed that belonged to his sister. Then he pulled something small off of it, a black film that attached against it so close that one couldn't really tell the difference between it and the real paint. He left it to fall to the floor. Once removed it showed a lime green bat. "That's the only difference between our bikes."
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Post by Deadsketch on Nov 27, 2006 21:43:25 GMT -5
"Oh, that's cool." She said with a smile, moving a bit towards the one he had pointed out, looking at it with interest, especially focussing on the bat design. "So, you went for a plain black sorta look? Neat-o" She said with a smile, ever interested in the bikes. Everything seemed to be fascinating nowadays. Maybe it was her way of looking at things that changed,or maybe just her world.
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Post by ToxicShadow on Nov 27, 2006 21:52:56 GMT -5
"Yea. The bat is her trademark, so she put it on all her bikes. But the only trademark I have, well, I'm not always proud of it. So I figured it was best to leave it off." He went on to explain, his voice sort of dull when speaking about his own trademark. Wow, that was something. The only mark he really had was the one he was branned with. Back he was the experiment of some mad scientists, he was the one that lived longest through all the experiments and didn't escape in time to leave without a mark. Heh. Too bad that the scientists could never come back to find him, despite the brand, they were all gone thanks to him. He sighed and a bit of a shiver went up his spine when thinking about that one gruesome detail of his life.
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Post by Deadsketch on Nov 27, 2006 21:59:42 GMT -5
She looked back to him, a bit curious at his sudden, much more depressing mood. "Well, if you don't like your current 'trademark', maybe you should get a new one. Like, a big yellow smiley face or something." She suggested with a grin. Yeah, that might be amusing, seeing a rather dark looking guy, walking around with a yellow smiley face on his otherwise black bike and all.
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Post by ToxicShadow on Nov 27, 2006 22:08:55 GMT -5
It seemed Lang's efforts weren't completely wasted, it did get a light laugh out of him. "Yellow really isn't my color. I mean purple, black, silver and yellow? I'd look like a sickly bumble bee." He replied in a somewhat uplifted sense. But he grew serious again. "My current trademark really isn't capable of change, I'm branded with it. I'd show you, but I'd rather not." Considering that the brand was on his upper leg, just no.
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Post by Deadsketch on Nov 27, 2006 22:13:56 GMT -5
"Aw, yellow and purple go together perfectly." She replied, grinning goofily to him. "Maybe, a light green even? Orange?" She suggested, smiling innocently. Haha, bumble bee War, that would be amusing. She then pictured him in a bumble bee outfit, which made her giggle endlessly until she could compose herself.
"Oh, sorry to hear." She said, frowning suddenly at the thought of being branded. That would be horrible, a constant reminder of whatever happened, probably not the brightest of stories.
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Post by Deadsketch on Nov 27, 2006 22:15:13 GMT -5
ooc: By the by, working on War's adoptable. And, since it shows both sides, just making sure, does both his eyes look like the adoptable, and does he have the mark on only one leg? Just making sure the sides are or aren't symmetrical.
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Post by ToxicShadow on Nov 27, 2006 22:17:48 GMT -5
Ooc: Yay! lol. Yea, he pretty much looks the same on both sides, only the mark on his leg is only on the leg shown in the picture.
-blinks- I hope that makes sense....
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Post by Deadsketch on Nov 27, 2006 22:18:51 GMT -5
ooc: Perfect sense. Namely because I talk in ways that don't make sense too, thus understand what people mean when they..don't make sense. O.o
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Post by ToxicShadow on Nov 27, 2006 22:31:39 GMT -5
Ooc: Well that's good. Its great to meet people who makes, ummm, the same amount of sense that you do. Then you can understand each other pretty well. ^^
War shook his head when she started laughing, pretty much guessing what caused it. "But none with with all three of my colors."
"Eh, the brand itself didn't hurt at all compared to the reason for why I got it." He said, looking off to the side and down at the stone/concrete floor. His hair fell into his eyes and he pushed it away when he looked up a moment later; and added, "And what I did after I got it."
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