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Post by redtopaz on Mar 3, 2008 0:15:59 GMT -5
Dren had to resist the urge to stare at him when he laughed. It was just a day of firsts for her.
"In that case, it's likely you already had a trait that attracted whatever was released from the Mask by," she gave him a side long glance. Back to 'hypothetically'. Oh, well... "someone. This unknown property also triggered the dormant trait leading too..." she trailed off, giving Armand a suspicious eye-over. That could explain the injury...
"Did you give yourself that trying to stop the transformation?' she asked, nodding her head to indicate his favored side.
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Post by Miss Jack on Mar 3, 2008 0:58:18 GMT -5
He glanced down at his side, honestly having forgotten about it for a few minutes. Funny how searing pain melts into the background when discussing if your fate is going to be bad, or irrevocably fatal. She was like a female Holmes.
"Er, yes," he said uncomfortably.
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Post by redtopaz on Mar 3, 2008 1:10:31 GMT -5
Dren winced in sympathy. She'd been led to believe that being seriously injured was unpleasant. She'd once sprained her ankle climbing a ladder and that had been most upsetting.
"And the Mask was in the Eye of the World..." she mused aloud, thinking back to that day in the cafe. "And you were there when it happened..." she tilted her head to the side as if intently considering the bookshelf. "Did you, by any chance, experience a great deal of mental anguish in addition to the physical sensations?" she asked suddenly.
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Post by Miss Jack on Mar 3, 2008 1:59:32 GMT -5
He stared at her, unable to discern if she was serious or not. A beat passed, and his eyes grew considerably darker.
"If you consider feeling as if my mind was being split in two and the half that was me suffocating in a pile of rubble I could never hope to escape from 'mental anguish', then yes," he said slowly.
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Post by redtopaz on Mar 3, 2008 2:07:32 GMT -5
Dren sighed tetchily. People were always so uppity about this pain thing. Whenever she tried to gleam a further insight into the process, they closed up like a clam.
"I meant did you create a manifestation of the pain you experienced while transforming? No one's ever recorded an earthquake as the herald to the creation of a Night Terror. I'd like to see if there's a connection," she claimed, trying not to feel annoyed with his touchiness. She had been starting to like him. He was an open source of information to niggly questions, something Dren deeply appreciated in a person.
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Post by Miss Jack on Mar 3, 2008 2:15:52 GMT -5
"Oh." His brows furrowed in thought, studying her for a moment. "I didn't realize there was an earthquake," he told her, sounding almost amused. "I wasn't exactly conscious."
"There's no connection," he continued, rubbing absently at his stomach. He flipped through one of the books he was balancing on his arm. "The earthquake was likely just the aftershocks of an upset, coincidentally powerful, father."
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Post by redtopaz on Mar 3, 2008 2:22:01 GMT -5
"Oh," Dren said, considerably brighter. Thought so! Was she ever wrong? Family Drama, just like she'd told Gavin.
"I see. Well, if that's all..." she said, hefting up books and redepositing them on the shelves. "You're interesting. Let me know if it gets worse," she said cheerfully, stepping past him and disappearing back into the main Library. This had been a considerably good day.
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