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Post by Cain on Oct 2, 2006 9:46:28 GMT -5
Matt smiled soflty as he watched the girl collapse, "Well, Seems like someone is now exhausted." He said to her, he quietly started chanting a small spell. the grave in front of her erupted again as he took control of the corpse, it rose from the grave and moved away from the girl, heading into the crypt. "I must say though that you did a good job." he slowly moved around to the front of the girl, "If you want more power just ask, I mean after all, you show good potential." he said to her.
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Post by Keero on Oct 2, 2006 21:24:29 GMT -5
Karin tried to push herself back up but her arms wouldn't listen. She managed to get herself into a fetal position on the soft bloodstained dirt. After that, the only parts of her body that didn't quit in protest were those that involved breathing. Potential, she thought, the word a blemish before her eyes. She hated being told she had 'potential'. She knew it was there. It was always there. What she hated was what people meant when they told her she had 'potential'. They were telling her she wasn't good enough.
She rolled herself into a sitting position, locking her elbows straight to keep herself propped up. Her eyes held a dangerous flame in them. At this point, her glares were more or less a scare tact. It didn't hurt to try.
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Post by Cain on Oct 3, 2006 9:39:11 GMT -5
Matt looked at her, smiling slightly as she glared he bent down "If you would like some rest I have a place you can stay" he said to her as he looked behind him at the receding Ghoul. "And you won't have to worry about any Ghouls." he said to her smiling.
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Post by Keero on Oct 3, 2006 20:46:42 GMT -5
Karin tried to keep her gase stedy. That wasn't happening. Her body didn't want to do what she wanted anymore, and what she wanted to do was leave. Insted, her arms gave out under her and she fell to the ground again, eyes closed, panting. Compleatly drained. The offer was, dispite how much she didn't like this guy at the moment, generous. There he was, not only offering a compleat stranger into his home, but one that tried to do him harm. And on top of that, she was being offered protection. She didn't answer yes or no. She just laid there with her eyes closed and arms streached out to the sides.
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Post by Cain on Oct 4, 2006 8:14:56 GMT -5
Matt smiled softly as he bent down and picked her up, knowing full well that she wasn't going anywhere for a while. He picked her up and moved towards his home, which was situated at the edge of the graveyard. He opened the back gate with one hand and moved through it, kicking it shut with his foot as he continued into his home, the smell of rotting leaves, punctuated by a decaying squirell or skunk hung heavy in the air.
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Post by Keero on Oct 4, 2006 8:24:26 GMT -5
As soon as the strong and not all too pleasant smells hit Karin's nose, her body instantly rejected it, making her start coughing to remove the taste from the back of her throat. "What..." the hell. She finished her sentence in her head, not wanting to let the words actually escape her lips. The smell was powerful, the reek of dead animals and plant life hanging heavily in the air. It could have been worse. If it were dead human bodies, the smell would have overwhelmed her and she would have started a cussing contest. And she would have won. But there was nothing she could do about it, even if she had the strength. It wasn't her place to tell others what to do or not do. If she had the strength, she would have simply walked out, her hand on her trusty gun.
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Post by Cain on Oct 4, 2006 13:04:22 GMT -5
Matt heard her start coughing and sighed, She could never be a necromancer if the smell of dead things offends her so much he thought, but hurried inside none-the-less. "Welcome to my home" he said to her, The air inside his home once the door closed smelled faintly of Burned incence and candles, multitudes of smells that only a Magic weilder could even recognize were coming from various rooms.
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Post by Keero on Oct 4, 2006 23:09:09 GMT -5
Karin tried to pull the diferent sents apart, to take each of them in individualy. It wasn't working. She was able to diseren one or two, but that was her limit. She wasn't in the animator busines for vary long. Hell, it hasn't even been a year yet. Eight mounths at the most. She rested her head on the mans chest, using it to prop her head up to get a better look at the first room. The sound of the doors behind them closing left a feeling finality in Karin. Almost as if telling her there was no way out, that they have been cut off from the world.
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Post by Cain on Oct 5, 2006 9:44:40 GMT -5
Matt moved towards a recliner he had in the living room, setting her down in it he moved away. "Welcome to my home, once you get some rest I will let you go, until then well I doubt your gonna be able to move so much." he said to her
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Post by Keero on Oct 5, 2006 9:59:22 GMT -5
Sitting in the recliner, Karin leaned her head back in a resting manner. She pulled her legs up, making her look a bit cat like as she curled up in the chair. Her eyes closed at the comfort, but she pried one of them open. The outward eye was closed so anyone might think she actually was sleeping. An impossibility on her part unless the mixing aromas had anything to do with it. The air was thick with it. Almost to the point of being as overwhelming as the smells outside. Her scenes were stronger, if slightly more so, than a normal person. Either it was inheritance from her mother, or it was developed because of 'bring your child to work days'. Either way, her five primary scenes were picking up multiple things. Sounds from the house, warm wafts of air hitting her cold skin, the smell and taste of whatever was burning throughout the house, the sight of everything pulling at her curiosity. There was no way she'd allow herself any sleep.
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Post by Cain on Oct 10, 2006 8:23:31 GMT -5
((Senses....not Scenes))
Matt watched the girl almost subconciously as he studied his tome, his book of spells, trying to rewrite the spell the girl had destroyed, I need to make it better, more powerful he thought to himself, "I need to make my spells non-verbal" he said aloud with out realizing it.
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Post by Keero on Oct 10, 2006 9:42:59 GMT -5
Though he was speaking of something silent, she cought his ever word. A silent spell. That would be bad. Handy, but bad. It takes enough will power and energy to cast a spell verbaly, she couldn't begin to fathom how one would do so with out a word and keep themselves up straight.
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Post by Cain on Oct 10, 2006 9:48:33 GMT -5
Matt looked over at the girl, she is a good animator, but she needs to work on control just slightly more he thought to himself as he moved over to a small bookshelf and pulled down a pad of Paper, he set it down on the desk nearby and sat down. he pulled one sheet off the pad, and began to write out a spell.
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Post by Keero on Oct 10, 2006 10:00:20 GMT -5
Every sound he made; the ripping paper, the scratching pen, all of it was magnified in Karin's head, making a gental throb form at her temples. She shifted slightly, her hands itching to massage her head. Insted, she pulled her head down closer to her hands. Now, though her eyes were open, she could only see her lap and the arm of the chair.
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Post by Cain on Oct 13, 2006 13:11:54 GMT -5
Matt stopped writing and looked at the girl, she could be usefull, extremly usefull he said to himself as he got up and began to move around the room. Removing the insense and moving a few fans to start clearing the air to help him think clearly. He looked back down at the girl and sighed as he thought about things he had not thought about in years, Abandoning his pursuit of the Necromancers path to Shangra-La.
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