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Post by Cheyenne on Oct 6, 2011 21:18:15 GMT -5
Rebekah proceeded to sit on the floor, watching as Claw pulverized the bag. "So how are you?" she asked almost casually.
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Post by illyxmusicxloverx on Oct 6, 2011 21:23:32 GMT -5
he stopped punching the bag but didn't turn to face her. "i'm myself. why are you still here." he asked, not turning around.
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Post by Cheyenne on Oct 6, 2011 21:29:13 GMT -5
"Do you have any personal objections?" Rebekah asked, not answering the question directly.
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Post by illyxmusicxloverx on Oct 6, 2011 21:32:58 GMT -5
"i came here to try and contol myself. its not all that easy when you wave your magik in my face." he growled, a bit of a lisp appearing as his teeth grew. he brushed the ice off of his shoulders.
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Post by Cheyenne on Oct 6, 2011 21:43:09 GMT -5
"Hm?" Rebekah asked, confounded. "Oh. Sorry." she realized, removing her presence from the air so that it returned to its normal temperature. It struck her as eerie at how easy the magic came to her. She didn't like it but returned her focus on the boy in front of her instead. It was...easier. Within minutes the silence overtook them and despite Claw's furious punching, all seemed still.
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Post by illyxmusicxloverx on Oct 7, 2011 21:47:21 GMT -5
"please leave this room. it's very hard to not sink my teeth into your flesh. you still ooze magik." he growled, his voice more primal.
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Post by Cheyenne on Oct 9, 2011 11:50:43 GMT -5
"Okay." Rebekah nodded, standing and heading out of the room back to her more ghostly friend.
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Post by illyxmusicxloverx on Oct 9, 2011 22:07:35 GMT -5
Claw unwrapped his hands, tightening his fingers and slashing into the hard packed dirt, falling to his knees in exhaustion.
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Post by Cheyenne on Oct 9, 2011 22:15:27 GMT -5
Rebekah made her way back to Spectra, sitting down with a contemplative frown on her face, her eyes showing she was deep in thought somewhere else.
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Post by illyxmusicxloverx on Oct 10, 2011 9:51:50 GMT -5
"Hey, you okay?" Spectra asked, phasing into a solid form to put a hand on her shoulder. "By that look, i'm guessing you saw Claw in one of his moods. It's just safest to leave him alone until he comes back to us. Everyone needs to be alone every now and then, right?" she said, rubbing her back, sensing the deep thoughts in her friend.
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Post by Cheyenne on Oct 10, 2011 9:56:49 GMT -5
Rebekah nodded. "He's scared and lacks self-confidence." she stated, having deduced such from her time with Claw. Apparently she was fairly observant rather than simply emotional like many human women. "He's very nice, but he's scared of becoming personal with people and lacks a sense of self-worth. Something...bad happened?" she asked, not doubting it, particularly in the times they were in.
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Post by illyxmusicxloverx on Oct 10, 2011 18:11:52 GMT -5
"glad you ladies are talking about me." Claw said, walking in with normal clothes on, his hands bandaged. he had an icy air around him, keeping him distant from everyone else.
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Post by Cheyenne on Oct 10, 2011 19:04:15 GMT -5
"Well as long as it makes you happy." Rebekah said as if she would be asking him the weather outside. With the tone, the words didn't seem particularly snarky, but she immediately realized that she had spoken without thinking of the context or situation, and for the fire time, it seemed as if the kelpie wanted to insert the shoe on her foot into her mouth and she blushed furiously.
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Post by illyxmusicxloverx on Oct 11, 2011 13:06:13 GMT -5
"oh look! a...thing. a thing i have to attend to!" Spectra said, dropping down the floor with a bemused smile on her face. "it doesn't particularly bemuse me when people talk about me." Claw said, walking past her to the food line.
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Post by Cheyenne on Oct 11, 2011 16:05:26 GMT -5
"Are you sure? Because I was under the impression you loved any and every sort of dialogue." Rebekah retorted, finding herself oddly annoyed. A cup of water she held in her hand began to churn, albeit without her knowledge. What are you doing?! demanded the inner voice of self-control and her lack of fondness for being obnoxious. Yet, it seemed the current events were eliciting a change in her overall demeanor and she unwisely ignored her conscience and reason.
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