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Posted: Sun Nov 21, 2010 5:12 pm
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Posted: Mon Nov 22, 2010 4:16 am
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Posted: Mon Nov 22, 2010 1:50 pm
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Oblen looks down, shaking his head as he hears Mira leave. He sighs some, not knowing what to do... He really wanted to know why she'd form a relationship with him and know that he's an 'enemy race'. He looks to his open palm to watch it as it slowly forms an aggressive fist. He looks up, eyes closed. "How... could I not sense such on her?... even a Halfling should have some sense about her... did she... build such a relationship, just to hurt me?... all that has happened... the looks of disgust on others... the introduction to new things to basically show my lack of knowledge in them?... the... strong feelings... is she trying to ruin something about me?... I know, something in her doesn't want to see me... fail... but... is something else pushing the other way?... some... intense hatred?... should I be angered or hurt?... should I be glade and accepting?... What do I do, what do I feel?... Why... would she pick now to be the time to... to tell me this?... after exiting one uncomfortable situation, she brings me into a shocking one?..." He thinks before sitting down and thinking some more. "Wait... Lenor... sounds familiar... is she?... no... she... couldn't... I don't know... I don't think so... Mira's not even 20... I couldn't of influenced Lenor's demise... unless I put upon her some odd poison from a long time ago, but that didn't sound like my style... could... Gravitor had done it?... I haven't seen him for a long time now... nor have I sensed his presence... long, long time... would he even be around here?... hm..." He puts his hand over his chin, trying to fix his puzzled mind.
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Posted: Mon Nov 22, 2010 2:00 pm
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Posted: Mon Nov 22, 2010 6:45 pm
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Posted: Tue Nov 23, 2010 4:00 am
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Posted: Tue Nov 23, 2010 2:26 pm
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Oblen quickly makes his way down the street, but then a swarm of police cars and vans block his path and surround him, a spotlight as well. A wall of riot shields and guns are pointed at him as he hears several people yelling at him to get down, settle down, and not to move. He raises an eyebrow, a bit confused by the multiple orders as he raises his hands. A few men begin to make a run for him, but Oblen flaps his wings to be at a height out of their reach and arms still up. The officers ignore the raised hands and begin firing. He holds out his hands in the air as the bullets stop, like an invisible wall all around him prevented their movement. He then closes his eyes. They halt their fire and stare at him, amazed and afraid. He then wonders "... should I kill them with the bullets or just drop them?... It would be easy to just throw these into them, but then there'd be fearful stares at me... and... Mira... might view me as the monster that everyone else views me as... but... if I just drop them... they'll go after me... speak about me... and things could get worse... there's no easy choice..." After a few seconds he sighs and throws down his hands, bullets dropping to the ground. The police on the ground sigh and shakily enter their vehicles and drive their separate ways, but the helicopter with the spotlight on him wasn't backing down. The helicopter flies forward, leaning so that it looked like it was going to try to chop Oblen. Oblen holds out his hands as the helicopter advances for him. Slowly the helicopter slows to a floating halt, as well as the propeller or it which was just about touching a hand as it finally slowed to a stop. Oblen groans, it wasn't easy but he managed to stop the helicopter before it cut him up. He sets down the helicopter, letting go of it with a sigh of relief. The man in the helicopter beats at the control pad of the helicopter, for it was now broken and the propeller wouldn't start again. Oblen slowly lowered back to the ground to fall to one knee. He looks around slowly. Many people stared at him, confused on why such an evil looking thing with such powers took so much time to spare all those that had came for him. He looks down, not wanting the stares at all and thinking their stares aren't of such reasons. He shapeshifts into a dark cat and rushes into the alley, just looking to get away untraceable. He then slowly continues walking, looking around again.
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Posted: Wed Nov 24, 2010 1:14 pm
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Posted: Wed Nov 24, 2010 8:05 pm
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Posted: Thu Nov 25, 2010 8:29 am
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Posted: Thu Nov 25, 2010 6:50 pm
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Posted: Fri Nov 26, 2010 9:29 am
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Posted: Fri Nov 26, 2010 9:46 am
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Posted: Fri Nov 26, 2010 10:00 am
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Posted: Fri Nov 26, 2010 3:04 pm
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