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Post by Ezra Emmerich on May 19, 2006 23:07:01 GMT -5
"Zeke, it's time." Ezra placed his hand over the broken gear symbol on his flapdoozy bag. There was a slight glow, and the symblos on Zeke were glowing too. In a matter of moments, Zeke was back next to him, gone in nothing more than a sudden blink. When Zeke was back at his rightful place, Ezra turned around to look at the one who had caused so much trouble.
"Hopefully people will just leave me alone someday. . ." Ezra whispered and sat down, he was now a good distance from her, and it wasn't likely she'd come over. At least, he hoped. While he did that, his mage deck popped up with a message. The hydrolic suspension piece in his artificial leg was dying on him due to a jam up. So he did the natural thing and pulled out a screwdriver from the flapdoozy. Rolling up his pant leg, the prosthetic showed clearly, and the hydrolic suspender was knocked a bit loose, accounting for the jamming. Just a simple realignment and he'd be all good.
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Post by Talbot Linsorim on May 19, 2006 23:28:26 GMT -5
Talbot sighed softly, reguardless of whether or not he liked her she found her way to them once again and she watched him for a moment. Not overdoing the looking, sitting on the ground a few feet from him- her skirts folding neatly around her. She watched what he was doing quietly rather than saying anything- maybe if she said nothing and kept her focus elsewhere he wouldn't mind her so much- and even if he did like heck she was going to leave him alone.
But curiousity got the best of her as she set a small bag of candy between them, yes it wait a bait but for one reason or another a friendship with this anti social boy seemed like a good idea. She said nothing only focused on the candy, feeling it would be wrong to stare.
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Post by Ezra Emmerich on May 20, 2006 0:12:15 GMT -5
A quick twist of the screwdriver here, a slight bump there, and one more screw. Then he was able to put his pant leg back over the fake leg, just in time for the girl to get there. She set down a bag of candy and just watched the bag.
"What is it that you really want?" He said after a full minute of pure silence. Something was bugging him about her, more than the usual annoyance. But maybe she'd finally be satisfied if he at least pretended to like her for the time being.
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Post by Talbot Linsorim on May 20, 2006 0:19:54 GMT -5
She shrugged, "You seem different that's all."
She said this without hesitation, it was true. She did think he was different, he hadn't snapped until after she had started off on the wrong foot with the wrong words. His anger was her fault and she wanted him to understand she really was sorry, she popped a piece of the multicolored candy into her mouth to show it was perfectly safe for consumption and smiled at him- it was a light smile not big and broad, genuine.
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Post by Ezra Emmerich on May 20, 2006 0:51:28 GMT -5
"We're all different." Simple answer, but it worked. But unlike her, he didn't go for the candy. Not that he thought they were poisionous or something, but rather because he wasn't willing to just take things that easily.
Zeke was back and playing around her, just sort of hopping around and looking at her from all the angles he could imagine. He even did a handstand and stared at her from that way. Quickly enough he tumbled over and got back to his feet though.
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Post by Talbot Linsorim on May 20, 2006 1:06:59 GMT -5
She laughed, a sound of soft wind chimes, she looked at Zeke, "You're very talented."
Then returned her attention to the boy, she answered with a slight smile, "Sure we are- but if I wasn't such a lunkhead and actually watched what I said well you wouldn't hate me."
Her assumption of hate had always been a first response especially after such a cold shoulder he had given- she knew he didn't seem to want to talk yet but she would still push at it- though she honestly found her attention constantly drawn by the jovial being.
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Post by Ezra Emmerich on May 20, 2006 1:34:37 GMT -5
"I don't hate, I just don't like you. Or anyone, so don't feel like you're the only one." Maybe someday he'd learn to be a little more subtle with his words. But that wasn't him at that moment. Zeke was trying to cheer up his friend as well, jumpin up onto his shoulders and riding piggyback on Ezra.
((Sorry, kinda short.... Had a brain-death...))
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Post by Talbot Linsorim on May 20, 2006 1:58:08 GMT -5
Talbot laughed again and this time a small blur shot past them and flared just before colliding with Talbot. A small winger mouse fluttered wings of white, waving a long pink tail with blue beads on it. It chittered and landed eaisily on Talbot's shoulder, pressing it's nose against her cheek.
"Well hello to you too, Mikon."
Mikon turned bright gray eyes on the other two and chittered as if to say 'Who're you?'
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Post by Ezra Emmerich on May 20, 2006 22:59:58 GMT -5
The little rat or mouse, or whatever it was didn't concern him in the least. Summon, familiar, whatever it was, it didn't really matter. It certainly wasn't another constuct, he could tell rather easily. Zeke was curious though, now fully paying attention to the small mouse on her shoulder. The lion construct even appeared to sniff back at the little thing, as if it could smell.
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Post by Talbot Linsorim on May 20, 2006 23:16:09 GMT -5
Mikon squeaked loudly, sniffing at Zeke and then fluttered his wings- floating now above Zeke's head, encouraging a game of 'catch me if you can' and diving and chittering excitedly.
Talbot watched for a moment and now being able to see the jovial being closely and get a sence of what it's aura was- she realized it wasn't born of anything but machiene. But this didn't bother her- it made sense in some odd way but the thought that went behind it was rude, she brushed it away and instead asked, "If you built your little friend I think you deserve praise for such wonderful work."
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Post by Ezra Emmerich on May 20, 2006 23:34:11 GMT -5
He was getting that compliment a lot, and it was almost getting to be amazingly annoying. Because every time he got a comliment about Zeke, he had to tell them it was an accident, an over-use of mana. Ezra could never really take credit for creating Zeke, only for over-doing it.
"He was an accident. I put too much mana into making him, and that's what happened."
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Post by Talbot Linsorim on May 20, 2006 23:43:02 GMT -5
Talbot shrugged, "None the less he's fine work. He's got a great personality and a sharp look," she smiled, "plus the contrast in personalities is a great after effect. Makes him your best friend-"
She watched at Mikon fluttered around showing off, encouraging the game he wanted to play. Diving low and spinning back up just before he would have hit the ground, Mikon chittered louder and landed on Zeke's head.
Talbot laughed, "Though I think Mikon might be a little pushy on playing."
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Post by Ezra Emmerich on May 20, 2006 23:57:53 GMT -5
Zeke seemed kind of happy to have the mouse thing on his head. He began running around, trying to catch the little guy, and didn't even care if he achieved his goal. If he did, he'd just let the little guy go and give chase again. Just like with the birds.
Best friend? Only friend? Same thing really. And Ezra really did care a lot for Zeke. But he never showed his affection in public. "He's just a construct. They don't have feelings or personalities. Just the pre-programmed set of rules for it's own operation." She could probably see that his statement was wrong in the case of Zeke. But, that was the way constructs were supposed to work. Zeke's oddness probably had something to do with it's nearly ten-year-old aura, from back when Ezra was eight. Or maybe with the age of it's creator.
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Post by Talbot Linsorim on May 21, 2006 0:33:40 GMT -5
Mikon chitters and twisted this way and that, getting caught from time to time but being no harm was in his future he made his aerodynamics more intricate making more dips and sways in his diving and flaring.
Talbot shrugged, "I think you put alot into his building- maybe the mana accident was more of a fluke, " she smiled, "I have some strange feeling you'd be just like him if we hadn't started off on the wrong foot- well maybe not the cartwheeling and such but I think you're actually a happy person."
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Post by Ezra Emmerich on May 21, 2006 23:22:38 GMT -5
"If you find the happy me, let me know, because I sure as hell don't see him." Ezra muttered, really more to himself that her. When the last tme he could remember being happy was a mere memory of when he first made Zeke, an hour before everything went downhill.
But now he wanted to change the subject. "So, that mouse thing. Is that a familiar? Or is it a summon? By the way it just came out of nowhere and without a spell, I'd think it was a familiar, but I could be wrong.
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