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Post by Lazarus Azada on Sept 21, 2006 13:57:51 GMT -5
"Not really, but okay. You still fight all the time so that doesn't changed." he had never really liked her. They had helped one another awhile ago and well, now they knew one another a bit. That was fine, always having a connection to people. "I'm not breaking any hearts. I'm not like that anymore." He watched her clean her wounds and take out the needle and thread. "Really should go see a medic. Unless you're used to this stuff."
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Post by Ava Grace on Sept 21, 2006 14:05:18 GMT -5
"I fight when I have too. I am a Mercenary. It is how I live my life." She shrugged and looked at the gash in her arm. She took a deep breath and held the cloth against it as tears began to sting her eyes. She winced and bit her lip, pushing the cloth hard against the massive laceration. She pulled it away and let out her breath before speaking to him again, "I find that hard to believe, not that you have changed, but the fact your not breakign hearts. All you had to do was look at a girl years ago and she melted. It was quite hilarious to see.' She threaded her needle and stuck the needlt to her skin, "IT hurts like hell but I have done it before."
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Post by Lazarus Azada on Sept 21, 2006 14:08:02 GMT -5
"Yeah well I'm old now. Women know I'm not some young buck anymore. I mean, I'm not THAT old, but I'm old enough. I've been traveling with my mother. I don't have time for any of that stuff. And it's just something that has never really been important in my life. I'm enjoying being by myself right now. One day I'll get with someone and maybe settle down with a family, but for now, I have no plan to do such a thing. I might even head out of this place soon anyway. I've been here and now it's time to see another place and what not. Maybe come back to visit the friends and almost family I've made."
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Post by Ava Grace on Sept 21, 2006 14:13:21 GMT -5
She laughed through gritted teeth as she sewed her wounds, "Old. That is funny. Until your over 700 your still considered young in most formidable demons eyes. No one takes me serious because of my age and because I am a woman. They think I am weak, But thats besides the point. At least you have an agenda and priorities. Most dont." She stopped for a moment and closed her eyes against the pain. She had done this many times but this time was harder. She opened her eyes again and looked down as she spoke, her voice growing weak without her knowing it, "Where will you go after here?"
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Post by Lazarus Azada on Sept 21, 2006 14:15:38 GMT -5
"Well everyone acts a different way. No one really bothers me and I don't really bother them. That's the way it's been since I was younger. As for where I'm going? There would be no fun in knowing where I wanted to go. I don't work that way. I just get up and go, like I've done growing up with my mother. Not always somewhere to go when we traveled. We just ran into some random town. That's what I'm going to do. Makes it harder for me to be tracked on top of that."
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Post by Ava Grace on Sept 21, 2006 14:22:15 GMT -5
"Then you have changed. I remember a Lazarus who picked fights. Or maybe you jsut picked fights with me." She smiled and just suddenly got to her feet. She was eyeing something as she sewed her wounds, but there was something causing them to not want to close. "GO where ever the wind blows you as the saying goes. IT was good to see you once more Lazarus. But I better get to the medics tent. I think I was poisoned." She turned and made her way laboriously to the medic's tent, hoping she would make it before the poison killed her.
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Post by Lazarus Azada on Sept 21, 2006 14:24:28 GMT -5
"Told you so." Shaking his head, he watched as she made her way to the medic's tent and then got up himself as soon as he finished the rest of his food. Tossing the plates in a bag for trash, Lazarus tightened the jacket he had on and just yawned. The food made him tired. He'd go over to Hades' son's place where he knew he could ask Alder for a bed. Almost too lazy to do so, Lazarus faded away.
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