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Post by Bal on Apr 26, 2009 17:51:16 GMT
'Oh he's not so bad.' Jeremy chuckled, pulling his glasses from his nose and wiping them gently with a handkerchief from his shirt pocket, 'He only means it in jest after all. It's your move, by the way my dear.' It was actually his, but apparently he'd gotten lost in the conversation again and missed hers.
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Post by Carveus on Apr 26, 2009 18:00:43 GMT
"Nuh-uh, yours," she told him, pointing at her last move for him.
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Post by Bal on Apr 26, 2009 18:01:47 GMT
He blinked, looking down, 'Oh... oh yes, so it is...' he chuckled and made a move, s lightly better one this time, 'see, I told you I'm old, my memory's going.'
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Post by Carveus on Apr 26, 2009 18:12:56 GMT
She giggled again, making a move of her own. "How's the," she paused for a moment, making a couple of hand gestures that approximated to an explosion "Going?"
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Post by Bal on Apr 26, 2009 18:50:59 GMT
He nodded, 'Reasonably well... I'm working on a few... experiments at the moment.' As he thought that, she could pick up a number of thoughts that seemed directed at, or at least to involve, her a little bit, but they were vague and unspecific.
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Post by Carveus on Dec 28, 2010 0:50:58 GMT
"I think... I would like to see the colours, moving through pipes and steam..." she said slowly, taking her time to form the words with a look of concentration on her face.
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