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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Feb 26, 2012 17:13:35 GMT -5
Metatron tries to move her hand down to the dryad's shoulder, comforting and warm.
"I mean... if I brought down more energon, could you make a... cutting of yourself? So there would be two of you, two bodies in two different places, one mind? So that if Black destroys you here, you'll live somewhere else?"
Shanodin can be Sky Lynx. Being Sky Lynx solves all problems.
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Post by Shanodin on Feb 26, 2012 17:50:57 GMT -5
Shanodin blinks.
The look on her face clearly asks Are you insane? as she steps back from Metatron.
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Feb 26, 2012 18:15:47 GMT -5
"What? I know plenty of people who are multiple people at the same time! It's perfectly normal. I just wanted to ask if that's something you can do. If you can't, fine," Metatron replies, and she crosses her arms.
Has the woman never heard of Duo-Cons?
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Post by Shanodin on Feb 26, 2012 22:36:18 GMT -5
After several moments of obvious thought, the dryad steps forward again. She tries to place a careful, hesitant hand on Metatron's chest.
"I will be all right, Xaaron."
She shakes her head slightly and nibbles on her lower lip, looking suddenly unsure.
"That is your name, isn't it?"
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Feb 26, 2012 22:45:16 GMT -5
Metatron tries to folds her own hand over the hand on her chest. She smiles and nods. "That's me. Emirate Xaaron. I'm going by Metatron right now, though. It's a superheroine disguise. I know, having three names is confusing."
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Post by Shanodin on Feb 26, 2012 23:08:58 GMT -5
The dryad nods, then frowns. She says softly, "You should go."
"I'll be all right," she says again.
She then tries to give the gilded woman a quick, light hug before slipping under the earth.
Out of thread.
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