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Post by Lady Kuri on Oct 21, 2009 19:12:14 GMT -5
She chuckled, his nervousness was rather endearing. "So what kind of things have you invented?" She asked.
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Post by Lord Eshmon on Oct 21, 2009 20:23:41 GMT -5
"Think of it and I've probably tried to invent it......but nothing sensational has come of it...most of its junk anyway."He says a little meloncholy.
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Post by Lady Kuri on Oct 21, 2009 20:38:23 GMT -5
"I'm sure it's not junk." She said kindly.
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Post by Lord Eshmon on Oct 21, 2009 20:50:50 GMT -5
"Well I have a few that work. I have a automated, colapsable storage rack that I want to get a patent for but no one knows how I could get one." He looks at her. "I figured you'd be into writing, those hands of your suggest it anyway"
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Post by Lady Kuri on Oct 21, 2009 21:06:55 GMT -5
She looked down at her hands. "Well, I've tried writing. The only thing I've ever really written in depth was a scientific journal..."
"Maybe a poem or two." She added thinking about it.
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Post by Lord Eshmon on Oct 22, 2009 20:23:11 GMT -5
"Oh? I guess being a secratary doesn't leave a lot of free time."He says with smiling eyes.
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Post by Lady Kuri on Oct 24, 2009 17:22:02 GMT -5
"Not really." She said. "Well, not any more than you I suppose."
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Post by Lord Eshmon on Oct 24, 2009 18:16:48 GMT -5
"Ah, sorry to hear that." Devond again eyes his canister. "So, d'you live around here?"
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Post by Lady Kuri on Oct 24, 2009 18:44:03 GMT -5
"Er, yeah." She said watching him eye the canister.
"You know it doesn't bite..." She said jokingly.
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Post by Lord Eshmon on Oct 24, 2009 18:47:51 GMT -5
"Huh? Yes, I know it's just....I feel uncomfortable eating in public..."He says a little sheepishly.
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Post by Lady Kuri on Oct 24, 2009 19:48:34 GMT -5
"Oh? Why is that?" She asked.
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Post by Lord Eshmon on Oct 24, 2009 19:56:30 GMT -5
"Well....."He grabs the bottum of his bronze mask looking around, and lifts a little. A small click is heard as the mask slides easily upward in a arch over his face revealing from the nose down a black iron skeletal frame, morbid, rusted, clanky, slats that appeared like teeth open granding slightly revealing the energy port beyond them. It looked like a long degraded corpse gasping for life and air, and it was now that his hands, and feet fit to his body. Under the mask and clothes this was what he was. He attaches the canister the the port and starts draining it.
"See, it's not exactly a thing of beauty....."He says sounding embarressed.
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Post by Lady Kuri on Oct 24, 2009 20:06:52 GMT -5
"It's kind of scary." She admitted, pulling the canister out of her own neck.
"But not that bad." She smiled.
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Post by Lord Eshmon on Oct 24, 2009 20:11:17 GMT -5
The canister was almost instantly drained, this was normaly something unheard of, unless a Animus was in dire need of energy which only occured around death, or serious injury.
Devon sets the canister down and his 'mouth' closed. He began sliding his face back down into possition.
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Post by Lady Kuri on Oct 24, 2009 20:19:07 GMT -5
She looked at him, her expression changing. "Are you okay?"
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