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Post by Lacey Cadavre on Nov 18, 2007 13:41:55 GMT -5
Wait... wrestling? She rubs her arm, pondering the statement for a moment. How can wrestling show her desire to live? She's curious, thinking on it while she watches the nearby light reflect from his frames. She glances at the sling restraining her before nodding back to Valkez...
"Yeah... any way I can..." |
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Post by v on Nov 18, 2007 23:23:01 GMT -5
"Good. Archer? Make the arrangments... I'll be waiting to see how much Miss Cadavre can learn."
Yes, how much one can learn is vastly important. He puts his glasses back on slowly, staring back up at the night sky. The air had become more frigid, almost... sharper in contrast. Good night indeed. He turns his gaze to the female Archer, she would at least do her job at this point. What Valkez assumed to be her job anyway. Slightly, he bows his head on an angle to Miss Cadavre. Turning around, tightening his gloves a slight demure grin washes over his face. Sometimes, life goes... very well. Sometimes, things went very bad. Valkez knew the difference in life, and in ability.... things, would change. He takes one last look back at the female Archer and Miss Cadavre, a slight grin before he begins to walk off. Heading back to the "meeting spot". |
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Post by Lacey Cadavre on Nov 21, 2007 1:33:30 GMT -5
Lacey watches him leave, questions keep forming, brewing in her mind like a thick bog. Her injured fist clenches, releasing its grip, feeling the muscles in her arm tense with each movement. Her arm was very sore in this cold. A painful reminder of a possible limitation in this "learning" piece she was to embark on. She bites down on her bottom lip, seeing the grin of accomplishment, almost, as he looks back. She didn't know what she was in store for... or...
"What's next?"
She asks, turning to the female Archer, eyebrows arched. The only thing in her mind that really even mattered. Not "what about the injury," not "when." She knew none of those mattered, just from the impression left by him. She finally turns, face front to the Archer, standing straight, almost at attention for what could be her coming, defining moments. |
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