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Post by Malachi Vondrak on Aug 4, 2005 22:59:14 GMT -5
"Are you seeing any bruises and cuts on yourself?" He continued thinking, putting different ideas together in his head.
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Post by Hannibal King on Aug 4, 2005 23:00:22 GMT -5
"Nope. I just feel the sensations but nothing stays. Any idea, of what it might be?"
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Post by Malachi Vondrak on Aug 4, 2005 23:03:46 GMT -5
"Hmmm...well, I suppose it can be made to not give the receiver any permanent or any wounds at all. Lift your shirt Hannibal. Show me where the pain is on your stomach, if any."
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Post by Hannibal King on Aug 4, 2005 23:08:10 GMT -5
"Okay." He took his shirt off, and pointed to the top of his abdomen. "Then it kinds radiates down. Feels like a whip, at times."
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Post by Malachi Vondrak on Aug 4, 2005 23:11:11 GMT -5
"You don't mind if I touch you right? Of course you don't. I'm the one helping here." He put his hand flat on Hannibal's abdomen and sent some energy through his hand. Hannibal would feel as if Malachi's hand was very warm.
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Post by Hannibal King on Aug 4, 2005 23:12:30 GMT -5
He shook his head, mumbling. "If you werent my father figure..." He looked at his hand, hoping whatever he was doing would let him know what was going on.
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Post by Malachi Vondrak on Aug 4, 2005 23:13:22 GMT -5
He laughed. "Oh shut up. You're so insecure, I swear. I'm helping, not feeling you up." he smiled and then it quickly turned into a frown.
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Post by Hannibal King on Aug 4, 2005 23:15:49 GMT -5
He grumbled. "I am not insecure." He grumbled again, until he saw his expression change. "Okay, what's going on, Mal?"
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Post by Malachi Vondrak on Aug 4, 2005 23:17:42 GMT -5
"Something you're not going to like, not at all." He shook his head and pulled his hand away. "It'll only get stronger, this link. Unusual, but perhaps his aura chose you. It happens at times. Perhaps the situation." He looked at Hannibal. "Please be as calm as you can Hannibal, please. Fenrir, he's being beaten, and you're feeling only a small part of what he must be going through."
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Post by Hannibal King on Aug 4, 2005 23:20:42 GMT -5
His eyes went wide almost immediately. "What?! My son's being beaten?!" He growled in anger. "When I get my hands on those fuckers they're going to wish they were dead by the time I get dont with them!" He couldnt what he had just heard. He looked to Malachi. "I have to go find them now. I cant stand back, knowing what's happening to my son."
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Post by Malachi Vondrak on Aug 4, 2005 23:23:05 GMT -5
"I've tried everything I know. There's got to be strong magic involved in this. Not even I can find them. I'm sorry. Hannibal, you're not getting your child unless someone breaks what they have, or they want you to have them back, or they escape." He frowned, looking at Hannibal sadly. He felt bad for him.
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Post by Hannibal King on Aug 4, 2005 23:25:26 GMT -5
He looked at his hand and at the floor. "There...there has to be a way...I..." He looked at the ground, trying to fight back some tears that were welling up, but he was doing everything he could to keep his composure. "Fenrir...Mae..." He shook his head and stood. "Least I know they have each other...I...I...need go think.." He looked at Malachi..."Thanks.." He smiled briefly and started for the path towards town.
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Post by Malachi Vondrak on Aug 4, 2005 23:26:59 GMT -5
He got up and followed him. "You sure you want to be alone Hannibal?" He sighed. "If you want to cry Hannibal, you wouldn't be weak for doing so. I wouldn't tell anyone, you know that." He stopped and watched him.
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Post by Hannibal King on Aug 4, 2005 23:28:22 GMT -5
He stopped and looked at Malachi. "I know you wouldnt...but I need to be alone..." He sighed. "..You know, even when I was 'evil' I knew where to draw the line...." He started walking again and faded down the path.
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Post by Malachi Vondrak on Aug 4, 2005 23:31:08 GMT -5
He sighed. "Times change...and so do you Hannibal." He shook his head and wondered how he could help and looked at the sky, putting it wand to the ground. Muttering several different things, a red wind whirled around him. "I beg of you, guide Maezyl and young Fenrir back safely. Give them strength." The wind died down and he picked up his staff, disappearing.
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