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Post by Rampage/Xavier Goodkind on Dec 21, 2011 18:01:19 GMT -5
Rampage is silent for a long while, then finally grumbles, //I wouldn't let them kill you.//
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Post by Phobia/Pierce Fobster on Dec 21, 2011 18:11:42 GMT -5
//Oh, and I should obviously trust you with my life. I wonder why such a profound revelation has not come to me before! Something to do with the insane stint you pulled off just a few hours ago, perhaps?// Now it's Phobia's turn to be sarcastic.
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Post by Rampage/Xavier Goodkind on Dec 21, 2011 18:23:18 GMT -5
//The only one allowed to kill you is me! And I don't want to.// After a pause, he adds a hasty, //Yet.//
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Post by Phobia/Pierce Fobster on Dec 21, 2011 18:32:49 GMT -5
//Assuring.// Phobia decides he’d really preferred not to have known that.
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Post by Rampage/Xavier Goodkind on Dec 21, 2011 18:49:31 GMT -5
//It should be,// he mutters.
//...So you'll stay put if I catch you.//
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Post by Phobia/Pierce Fobster on Dec 21, 2011 18:58:24 GMT -5
//That won’t happen,// Phobia says quietly. He won’t be going remotely near any body of water if he can help it- and if he does ever have to, Rampage won’t catch him unawares again.
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Post by Rampage/Xavier Goodkind on Dec 21, 2011 19:07:37 GMT -5
//That's not good enough.//
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Post by Phobia/Pierce Fobster on Dec 21, 2011 19:14:56 GMT -5
//It won’t.// His voice is small and unsure, but he repeats it anyways. //It won’t.//
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Post by Rampage/Xavier Goodkind on Dec 21, 2011 19:25:49 GMT -5
There's another silence, Rampage apparently mulling something over. When he speaks again, his voice is soft and appealing. //If you meet with me, I won't chase you.//
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Post by Phobia/Pierce Fobster on Dec 21, 2011 19:48:20 GMT -5
Phobia doesn't answer for a very long time.
//And what will you do?// he asks quietly at last, even softer than before and laced with something poisonous and dark.
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Post by Rampage/Xavier Goodkind on Dec 21, 2011 20:16:06 GMT -5
The connection clicks on, then off as Rampage starts to say something but stops, followed by a pause.
//...we could do lunch?// Humor, slightly dark, but also a bit of hesitation.
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Post by Phobia/Pierce Fobster on Dec 22, 2011 8:42:08 GMT -5
//....// It was like a micro black hole just opened up inside his fuel tank and sucked everything out. //Lunch?// He forces out after a moment. The bike tries to ask more but it threatens to come out as panicked static so he just falls silent.
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Post by Rampage/Xavier Goodkind on Dec 22, 2011 11:49:48 GMT -5
//I hear bird-dog is delicious this time of year.// After a moment he makes a crackling noise like clearing his throat. Regretting his slip into usual humor? //Or we could do something else. Why don't you decide?//
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Post by Phobia/Pierce Fobster on Dec 22, 2011 13:05:50 GMT -5
//......... What.// Phobia thought he was going to be lunch. What is happening? This wasn't how the game was supposed to go at all!
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Post by Rampage/Xavier Goodkind on Dec 22, 2011 13:19:52 GMT -5
//I didn't think it was that complicated a concept,// Rampage says drily. //Pick a location and an activity. Meet with me. I no longer have a reason to chase you. Simple.//
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