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Post by Jasmine Loque on Mar 31, 2014 10:39:01 GMT -5
"He's not simply a member of the Sumata 13," Jasmine rose from the table, paying no mind to Fillion as she strode closer to where Bang had ahold of the scraggly man. The look in his eyes was nothing less than what she remembered all too well but she stared into them a much braver, more experienced mage than when he would have last seen her those couple of years ago.
"Do you really not remember me? After all of the tormenting you personally put me through?" she lowered her hood finally, if the clear visual of her facial features didn't tell him anything about her then she didn't know what would, "I remember you, afterall. I would think anyone would remember Trucido Damnedblood."
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Post by Fillion "Fateseeker" Avalure on Apr 19, 2014 0:25:53 GMT -5
"No, no no damn it!" Trucido growled as his forearm pounded against the thin wooden table besides him, cleaving it in twain with a thunderous sound. Gasping as if the act had taken more out of him then he expected Trucido's skin crawled as he could not take his eyes off of Jasmine. "Why are you here? If what I think was true, why are you even alive?"
"Jasmine!" Fillion exclaimed as the girl at last revealed her face from the shadows of her cowl. "Haha, well damn lass it's been a while. What'cha be doing here in Alberisato, and where be yer boy toy at?" Fillion trailed off as he scratched at the scraggily tuffs of his hair. "What was that kid's name again? Jammy Ander er something I think..."
"What?" Trucido's breathing had only just recovered when threw himself from the chair and made his way for Jasmine. "Andy's here?! Where?" His right arm clawed at his side as if reaching for a hilt, only for him to gnash his teeth upon remembering he had nothing there.
At this point most of the patrons had decided things were a little too heated for their taste, and had begun to pour from the entrance with cries and fearful whispers. Yet all the confrontation hadn't distracted Fillion from what was important to him this moment. If this gets any worse, I'm not going to take a single taste of that meal I was promised. Sliding in between the Jasmine and the distressed stranger he had only a moment to place his hand against the shoulder of Trucido before he felt his whole body free fall and his vision go blurred. By the... Shaking his head brought forth enough of his senses to realize he was now on the opposite side of the room with his back pressed into the wall. Oh, so that's the way he wants it.
"Jasmine Loque" Trucido again called out without giving the chaos sorcerer a moment's notice. "For the sake of Allorum you must tell me, where is Andy Jammer? Where are the beings from Earth? I must see them!" He reached out towards her, his voice wavering between desperation and rage.
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Post by Jasmine Loque on Apr 19, 2014 1:16:21 GMT -5
"Oh shut up, Fillion," Jasmine said tiredly waiting for Trucido's answer. She wasn't really that satisfied when she did get it either, noting the odd desperation in his actions and something that was mixed with a pathetic pang of fear though she wasn't sure if that was the hatred she'd known the man to have. As he reached towards her she stepped back, quickly raising a warning hand up at him, the faintest orange glow lighting around her fingers.
"S-stand away from me!" she demanded, "I'll tell you nothing until you make your intentions known. Your army is gone, there's no point in you pursuing the Earthen ones again."
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