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Post by roland on Jan 5, 2007 21:47:44 GMT -8
Though he expected a reply, that sure as hell wasn't one of the many sentences he figured she'd greet him with. 'Who goes there?' In his mind, that was nearly as bad as him just walking in to be greeted with a slap in the face. He was half tempted to go in, but again thinking he'd rather have his organs stay inside his body, he hesitated. Shaking the sheer surprise from his mind, he generated a half-stunned response. "It is Roland, love. Am I interrupting something?" His initial feeling that something was amiss proved to be right, he cringed at using his affectionate name for her for some reason. Turning the knob slightly, he pressed his body closer to the door, expecting her to just be caught off-guard, and let him come right in.
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Post by Striker Renegade on Jan 5, 2007 21:57:07 GMT -8
WHA- love??? Whoever it was on the otherside of the door couldn't have shocked her more if he had smacked her on the back of her head with a Krai staff. Two men in one day was just a bit much for her, and she failed to reply even as she heard her door opening. Sure, the scent was familiar, but she was damned sure she didn't have any lovers tucked away! Looking at Bjorn with surpreme confusion, she said, "I'll be right back," and headed for the door, sword drawn. Her stomach in unfamiliar knots, she called out, "Damned skippy, you're interrupting something, and you'd better have a hell of a reason for the endearment, bub." Her eyes glinted dangerously as she stood in front of the door, ready to accost the schmuck who must have the wrong lodge, or something...
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Post by generalbjorn on Jan 6, 2007 17:10:04 GMT -8
Hearing the stranger's voice from outside the door, his heart falls right down into his stomache. apparently she knew him, or she would have acted much more offensivly to the intrusion. so knowing this, he gets angry. he sees her draw her blade and reacts accordingly, by drawing his own as well, and shifting to hybrid form. his eyes, however are now hollow and clear. he knew this was a mistake, and would leave now if it werent for this. but the time for words has come and gone, as he draws his blade, witch he never goes anywhere without. he falls silent now, as the questions that are running through his mind are slienced for the time being.
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Post by roland on Jan 6, 2007 20:26:53 GMT -8
A sword? Again, not quite the greeting he'd have liked. Staring at her in shock, he backed away, careful not to make any sudden movements. She didn't seem to know who he was, which was both surprising, and well, downright scary as all hell. Not knowing what to do, he just gave a sigh, his eyes closing as his head lowered. "Obviously something is wrong here, Striker." He felt as though the sword she had drawn had already pierced him, right through his heart. He looked back up to her, eyes wide and full of questions. "You have no idea who I am, do you? Has it really been that long to where you've forgotten me?"
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Post by generalbjorn on Jan 6, 2007 20:57:53 GMT -8
Bjorn sheaths his blade. "Perhaps you might start by introducing yourself Sir, I am General Bjorn, of the Red Dragon Army, and you are?" he let the question hang he tries not to appear intimadateing as possible. "Striker, do you know this man?" He then looks back and forth between the two of them. He can see the hurt look in the man's eyes, and his compassion goes out to him. "Apparently your not a threat, as enemies arent in the habit of knocking upon someone's door."
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Post by Striker Renegade on Jan 6, 2007 21:19:41 GMT -8
Striker staggered back herself at the sight of the stranger, who didn't seem quite so strange, for some reason. If she'd been less disciplined, her sword would have clattered to the ground, so badly in shock was she. Something pulled at her very core, but try as she might, she could not remember who this man was. He seemed extremely wounded by the fact that she greeted him with sword in hand, but what could he possibly have expected, coming to her quarters and calling out to her as he did? She looked at Bjorn, his question finally registering, and she stammered, "I...I...I don't think I do...but..." She looked helpless. That was likely one of the most rare sights anyone would ever see on this planet. "But apparently I should? What is your name, offworlder?" She sheathed her sword slowly, but did not invite him in. Was this some trick?
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Post by roland on Jan 6, 2007 21:27:05 GMT -8
Her response ripped at his very being, and he knew his assumptions were affirmed. She had no idea who he was. But how? It hadn't been that long, had it? Granted, some time had passed since they had last spoken, but enough for her to forget who he even was? Hardly. At least he thought. "You know my name, or at least you should. My name is Roland. I'm not sure exactly what happened here, or why." He paused, looking to the man standing in the doorway. "My apologies for interrupting. I'm..." He stammered, not quite sure what he was to Striker anymore. Hell, he wasn't sure of anything now. In fact, he was half regretting even coming back now. Obviously something had changed, and not in his favor.
Looking around, he began to slowly turn his back to the two, his heart heavy. "I think I see what's going on here. And if what I think is true, then I'll take my leave. Just know that you'll always be in my thoughts, Striker, and I cherish each moment we shared." he began to walk away, ready to painfully close a big chapter in his life, but far the biggest one to him.
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Post by generalbjorn on Jan 6, 2007 21:41:04 GMT -8
Bjorn acts quickly. "Hold on a moment, first off, im glad to meet you roland, and to be honest, something strange has happened of late, and apparently our entire world has been affected by it." he looks back at Striker, "I beleive perhaps the one The Queen calls Uncle, Alan i think his name is, might know something about it all, so i think before anyone does anything, perhaps we might inquire, and this may help us all to better understand, but i seriously think you should stay sir, at least until we figure things out." He cannot help but feel for this man, he already can guess, what's happened between them, for Roland to show such obvious signes of being hurt. apparently he believes Striker and him, were close, and if this ends up being so, then he would have no choice but to step back.
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Post by Striker Renegade on Jan 6, 2007 21:55:04 GMT -8
Snapped out of her confusion by his sudden about face, she left Bjorn standing where he was and marched out to stop him. Snaring him roughly by the shoulder, she turned him to face her. "Listen here...Roland. You can't just show up here, act like you've known me forever, apparently... with amorous tones, and then just walk away! I think you owe me a bit of an explanation! I don't know you from Father Dragon, but for some reason, I feel like I should. You're mad because I don't remember you, but stars help me, I don't even remember yesterday!" That was IT! It hit her hard; she couldn't remember a damned thing beyond this morning! What was going on here?
She lowered her voice, and eased up her grip on his shoulder, which might have bruised him, except part of his scent said "vampire" to her; how he was able to withstand the sun of their world was beyond her, but then, it was nearly night. "Look," she said, feeling the need to explain, though not having the foggiest as to why, "Yes, you did interrupt something, but I can't begin to see how that should bother you when I honestly don't know who you are. Come inside, let's straighten this out. General Bjorn is a good man, and he meant me no ill at all; we were talking about personal matters." She wasn't going to get any more specific than that. She released his shoulder, and turned to go back inside; if he followed her, good. If not...she got the feeling they'd both regret it, but she wished she knew why.
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Post by generalbjorn on Jan 6, 2007 22:47:20 GMT -8
He looks back and forth from her to him, and back again, his smile now gone. he is smart enough to put two and two together. "I think perhaps you two need some time alone to figure things out, i would just be in the way." he can tell someone inlove when he sees them. and he is no fool. he begins to take the house shoes off, and replace them with his own boots. "roland, stay with her, until you two figure things out, ill be...." he cannot say anything else. his heart now feels dead inside him, and he will never allow his emotions to show upon his face ever again. he hurriedly makes his way out the door and past Roalnd.
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Post by roland on Jan 6, 2007 22:54:05 GMT -8
Roland's shock from Striker's sudden lack of memory suddenly faded to concern for Bjorn as he darted out the door. He sighed once more, looking to Striker. "I'm..sorry I interrupted you, General." He decided to keep the affection at a minimum, until all this was straightened out. He stood still in the doorway and closed his eyes, looking back at Bjorn's fading figure. He decided to stay silent for now, knowing exactly how he felt. He could see that Bjorn felt for Striker as he did, and knew that should things become clearer, he may have to make a tough decision, one that he may not even want to make. But that pushed aside for now, he remained still, hoping Striker would break the silence and help to sort all this out.
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Post by Striker Renegade on Jan 6, 2007 23:04:13 GMT -8
Completely frustrated with the way both men were acting, Striker roared loud enough to rattle the glass in her windows. Pulling rank (even though technically, they were both Generals, she was the King's right hand woman), she barked, "Belay that, General Bjorn, if you meant even one single word you said to me before we were interrupted! I wasn't about to let him leave until this mess was straightened out, and if you think you're going to slink away, you've got another think coming! Please, come back here, let us talk about this like rational adults, and get the right of things!" She'd never been hysterical a day in her life (well, except one very secret, shamefull time, but as far as she knows, no one alive remembers it), but she was damned close to it now, if he left like this.
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Post by generalbjorn on Jan 6, 2007 23:21:18 GMT -8
Bjorn stops in mid Stride. he turns towards her. "First off if you doubt my sincerity, then thats up to you, second, i dont slink away from anything, and third of all since when do you have the authority to order me about?" anger feuls him now, but once again, he maintains a cold and removed expression, the one he always wears when going into battle. "Now, as your friend, ill comply with what you asked, and we will sit and talk, but i truly think this matter would be better settled without me underfoot. he says all this as he walks back towards her, stopping as he stands shoulder to shoulder with Roland.
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Post by roland on Jan 6, 2007 23:26:44 GMT -8
Roland looks back over at Bjorn, barely able to hear what the two were saying after that ear shattering scream. He closed his eyes for a moment, and his composure shifts, and he becomes more collected and stoic, knowing he'd need his wits to get through this. "Well then, now that we have that settled, why don't we sit down? I'm getting rather tired of standing." He walked past the two of them, unable to see wither of them eye to eye, and sits in the middle of the room. Surprisingly, he took off his boots before arriving as well, as if he already knew too, and calmly sat down in the middle of the room, his arms folded, waiting for the other two members of this little gathering to follow suit.
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Post by Striker Renegade on Jan 6, 2007 23:32:09 GMT -8
Grinding her teeth strong enough to endanger them, she shook her head at them. True, her words might have rankled Bjorn, but it was all she could think to say to stop him; soldiering instinct and all that. Deciding discretion was the better part of valor, she did not respond to Bjorn's hurt retort, but gestured for him to preceed her into her Lodge. She noted with some curiosity that Roland had already removed his boots, put on the house shoes and made himself at home, but she shrugged it off; anyone could have seen that she and Bjorn were wearing the same, and deduced that she did not like outside shoes worn in the Lodge. She honestly didn't know how these things were going to be sorted out, but she knew she did NOT want to hurt Bjorn, and if possible, she wanted to avoid hurting this other man. Her head was already hurting, and the night had just begun.
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