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Posted: Tue Nov 03, 2009 7:38 pm
『 Α ѣ ɨ ɡ ɐ ΐ ɫ 』 We are in the Institute after all Though hope is frail…Abigail's eyes moved between Isibeal, the shadow girl, and the other girl, catching a bit of the coversation as she began to calm down.
This was the longest time that Abigail had stood in the halls without some sort of commotion or fight breaking out. She shivered lightly at the thought and was slightly nervous because they were all standing out in the open.
So Abigail reached up with a hand to tug Isibeal's sleeve, "We should go?"…it's hard to kill
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Posted: Wed Nov 04, 2009 1:28 pm
Go? Yes. Right now, we're gonna try and go get out of 'ere. Isibeal couldn't wait to get out. When she got out, the first thing that Isibeal was going to do was get back to Ireland. Try to find her sister, and maybe set up a suitible job for herself. Maybe she could open up a flower shop. Maybe she could get married and have a child. Gabriel was good looking, and he seemed kind. Maybe...If ye don't mind me asking, how did ye get here Abigail? I mean, if we get out of 'ere, do ye have anywhere to go?
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Posted: Wed Nov 04, 2009 6:29 pm
『 Α ѣ ɨ ɡ ɐ ΐ ɫ 』 The institute was everything Though hope is frail…Abigail was much calmer by now, and answered Isibeal's question with a shake of her head, "I've been here forever."
Abigail had no idea who her parents where, and they had no idea that Abigail was their daughter. Abigial had been born a test tube baby melded with the DNA of a raven, which explained her wings. All she had known her whole life was the dim lights of the institute.…it's hard to kill
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Posted: Thu Nov 05, 2009 1:20 pm
Really? Well, when we do all get outa 'ere, you're welcome to come with me. The Institute took me from my home in Dublin Ireland. You'd like it there. There's green, as far as the eye can see. And by the sea, there are these gigantic cliffs overlooking the water. It's really very beautiful. Then there are these great, 'uge castles from a long, long time ago when there were kings and queens. Isibeal sighed blissfuly. She missed her home very much. I 'ave a sister you know. Her name is Aislinn. I think she'd be about twelve now. We lived near the St. Patrick Cathedral. I don't know if she's still there though.....
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Posted: Thu Nov 05, 2009 4:19 pm
(I totally forgot about this lol) Shoden had all but disappeared, keeping to the shadows since his last known sighting, he had not escaped or even tried but by avoiding the attention of the scientists and fellow altered he learned his powers and planned. Awaiting for the right time, the right situation and mentality of his fellow altered to take action. The fact others thought he was gone, killed or escaped would mean that his return to the inner society in this institute would have greater impact. Since his last sighting he had explored the institute fully, taking note of weaknesses in the structure and possible escape routes. His free roaming out of the eyes of the usually careful scientists was possibly a strike of both luck and carefullness. But he knew his time to return was now, rumours amongst passers by spread quickly and he had a basic idea of the changing situation. The best way to return? Well, that would be to simply walk back into his cell, that would really strike a chord of fear and spookiness down the back of any passing guards who remember him. He would gain reputation for his disappearing act and this reputation would turn into trust amongst others, trust in whatever plans he may have sooner or later.
So he did, so he made way to his cell, quietly snickering and creeping. He got in quite easily and just sat, in his old spot humming. For the fact he was still prisoner in this hell he was sure cheerful and fun loving. No one would know he was here though, not until someone saw him, not until someone passed by, or not until it was time to go to the recreational room...
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Posted: Thu Nov 05, 2009 7:30 pm
"I don't even remember my home..... Except for the cherry blossoms in spring time.... Pale pink and soft as feathers..... They lasted two or three weeks before falling, drifting on fresh breezes...." A wistful smile crossed Shuchuru's face as she moved along in front. She paused in front of one of the doors, peering in. "Anyone there....?"
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Posted: Fri Nov 06, 2009 2:04 pm
Shoden lit the cell by sprouting a flame on his hand. "If you can me as someone then I suppose I would say yes to your question." He didn't recognise those passing by, they didn't look like guards.
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Posted: Fri Nov 06, 2009 2:35 pm
I'd count ye as someone, but do ye 'ave a name? Isibeal eyed the man warily. 'e creates fire..... lovely.... From what Isibeal had heard, most people with abilities dealing with fire were a bit.... Unstable to say the least. She was hoping this man was the exception. ((in case I wasn't clear earlier, my character is translating everyone says for gabriel, and what gabriel says for everyone. just letting you all know again!))
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Posted: Fri Nov 06, 2009 3:02 pm
Gabriel studied the newcomer. He struck Gabriel as a little odd, but he seemed agreable enough. Even so, Gabriel stood by Isibeal and Abigail, ready to defend them if need be. He said nothing, but just looked curiously at the man.
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Posted: Fri Nov 06, 2009 3:31 pm
[[Going to post later, but just a reminder that if you character is within 7 feet of Abigail, his/her powers aren't going to work]]
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Posted: Fri Nov 06, 2009 3:37 pm
"Well, the only name I go by round here is Shoden. Through my eyes you're the newcomers. To some I am an echo, a ghost of the past. I've been wandering the institute, hunting the shadows, observing, researching, planning, well i got bored and decided to return to the world of the living here. It will be quite fun indeed to see the reaction of those who remember me, when I appear again." Shoden flicked his finger and the fireball concentrated to the edge of it creating a light that illuminated the entire cell, it was obvious he forgot to lock his own cell now and it was clear what he looked like. "I'm not here to hurt anyone, I'm more of a watcher, I observe and take action when needed, despite the fact you know, I could explode, burn things and set fire to anything I damn well please when I please. But I prefer not to go mad with power if you know what I mean." What the hell, one minute he sounds like he knows it all, next that a madman, next a realist. He was obviously clouding his intentions and personality with fluctuating emotion behind his words. A test to see if these newcomers were perceptive enough to see through his aural trap? Could be...
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Posted: Fri Nov 06, 2009 3:54 pm
((Uhm... I don't think you'd be flicking fireballs around with Abigail just outside your door, mate...))
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Posted: Fri Nov 06, 2009 5:21 pm
((who says the distance is shorter than 7 feet between wherever in the cell that my dude is and Abigail? 7 feet is about 2 metres, unless the cells are tiny and my dude is right at the door then yeah its below 2 metres, but I see the cells as being about 4-5 metres from door to back wall in a box shape, where I have placed my dude isn't within 2 metres of Abigail but within sight. There's my get out clause ninja )
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Posted: Fri Nov 06, 2009 5:32 pm
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Posted: Fri Nov 06, 2009 5:37 pm
((I just couldn't be arsed to think of an edit, that's all mrgreen rofl )
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