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Post by Strome on Dec 29, 2013 23:40:53 GMT 8
"Well, if it's not really any bother to you... I might require some transportation to the South." he nods his head briefly. "Though, oh, wasn't I trying to offer my aid first, and here you are now trying to help me? Such a peculiar reversal of roles."
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Post by Dawg on Dec 29, 2013 23:56:55 GMT 8
She laughs sweetly. "Ah. I was hoping you forgot about that... But really. Dont worry about me." She gives another bow. "Transportation you say? I would be glad to find you some transportation, or do you wish for me to accompany you?" She tilts her head.
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Post by Strome on Dec 30, 2013 0:09:40 GMT 8
"Okay, I guess we could go find transportation together." Strome responded. He decided that waiting for the South would be a ridiculous waste of time. "Do you have uh... jetcars to the South over here?"
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Post by Dawg on Dec 30, 2013 19:14:56 GMT 8
She tilts her head and looks at Strome with confusion. "Jetcars? I'm sorry... But what are those? We only have carriages here..." She ponders for a moment, and remembers something. "I know we have a train station as well. Would that be preferable? OR would you rather ride in the Royal Carriages?" She points to the nearest train station and gives him a sweet smile.
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Post by Strome on Dec 30, 2013 20:14:15 GMT 8
"I guess so. Though I sent for a jetcar from the South earlier, which, if it were here, would definitely be faster.... But then," Strome murmured. "Well, I guess the train could work. Could you help me locate one? You've been so much help, I'll make sure to send a commendation."
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Post by Dawg on Dec 30, 2013 20:22:27 GMT 8
"Oh sir. You dont need to do such a thing! I am honored though, that i was able to help you. I would be glad to escort you to the train station." She gives another bow. "I had no duties to attend to today anyway. This is the least I can do."
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Post by Strome on Dec 30, 2013 21:25:36 GMT 8
"We'll, that's mighty responsible of you." Commented Strome. "And that would be excellent. Thank you." He said as he walked along with Collete.
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Post by Dawg on Dec 30, 2013 21:38:14 GMT 8
She blushes a bit at his praise. "Th-thank you Sir..." While walking to the train station, an idea popped into her head regarding her little problem. "Hey... Mr. Strome... You offered medical assistance to me before to solve my problem yes? Well... Can you help me figure out what's wrong with me?" She mumbles.
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Post by Strome on Dec 30, 2013 21:43:02 GMT 8
"Well, Mr. Strome sounds awkward. You may call me Strome." said the half-Wiken. "I will try what I could to help you, but first you must tell me the... symptoms to your condition."
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Post by Dawg on Dec 30, 2013 21:51:01 GMT 8
"Alright... Thank you Mr... I-I mean... Strome..." She looks at the general direction of the Wiken area, and clutches her chest. "While I was hunting the other day... I met a male Wiken... And I felt weird... Usually... I dont trust Wikens... I keep quiet, and make a cold facade... But I was different... And my chest hurt when I was with him..." She looks at Strome, with pleading eyes. "Please tell me what's wrong with me!"
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Post by Strome on Dec 30, 2013 21:57:56 GMT 8
"Hmm... Well, I am a Wiken, well, part-Wiken, and as far as I know, it could be a few things. It may be that you're in love with him." Strome laughed. He was recalling what he had learned about this kind of affliction. "Or maybe he casted a spell on you. Or maybe you may have some medical problem with your thoracic cavity- some things like heart problems, the literal kinds, are caused by stress. Maybe you are stressed out by the presence of this male Wiken?"
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Post by Dawg on Dec 30, 2013 22:06:57 GMT 8
Her eyes widen in shock. "You're half-Wiken?!?" She says, a bit to loudly. "Ah... S-sorry... I didnt mean to say that i didnt trust you... I just had... a hard past with Wikens..."
Hearing the possible reasons for her symptoms, she blushes. "M-me... In love with him..." She shakes her head. "I dont think he had enough time to cast a spell on me... I felt the pain as soon as I saw him..." She mumbles. "Could I be experiencing stress?" She ponders on that last theory. "But i never experience stress near Wikens... But maybe he's an exception..." She mumbles further.
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Post by Strome on Dec 30, 2013 22:13:13 GMT 8
"Ah, yes. But if you say that you have had a hard past with Wikens, maybe he has something to do with your past? Or does he remind you of anything from then?" he suggested. "That might be what was triggering the stress."
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Post by Dawg on Dec 30, 2013 22:45:41 GMT 8
Collete sees her parents bed-ridden, suffering from a sudden, incurable disease that is only affecting her household. The scene changes to her listening to the whispers of her neighbors.
"It looks like the work of Wikens..."
"I knew Wikens cant be trusted..."
"What did her parents do to deserve this?"
She remembers watching her parents die, and a shadow peering at them through the window, before she could do anything, the shadow fled.
She returns to her senses with a gasp. Her body shakes, while tears stream down her cheeks. "Strome... Can... Can Wiken... Kill people..." She looks into his eyes, filled with anguish and fear. "Do they have the capability... To end someone's life..."
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Post by Strome on Dec 30, 2013 22:52:04 GMT 8
"Well, they do, as much as human beings could." he answered. "Though, you must think of means. Generally, I think Wikens have the same amount of means as the Southerners, who have all their bugs, viruses, bombs, and et cetera. Wiken have their curses and potions, although that's not really common- not all Wiken know how to place a spell on others or to produce potions. Though there are some, well, like me, we could control natural elements to do things... and killing people is not beyond that." He flicks an electric spark into the air as if to demonstrate, then in a moment, the energies scatter and fade away.
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