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♥Cal♥ wrote: ""What was that for?" Seth snapped irritably, snatching his hand back. "You could have at least warned me," he sulked.((Gtg! :S I'll be back soon...I think. Not sure.))"
((oki))
Blaze shook his head,smirking. "I told you if you didn't want proof I wouldn't touch you. So technically I did warn you. Give me your hand." he put away his knife and just held out his hand for Seth's.
((Nevermind, I have longer. *sneaking*))"Whatever," Seth scowled, placing his hand in Blaze's. "Just hurry up with your so-called proof."
((I'm back for a second, only long enough for this one post. So, hello and bye again!))
Sean laughed. "Yes, your Majesty." He did a little bow.
Sean laughed. "Yes, your Majesty." He did a little bow.
((olo...verra nice))Blaze closed his eyes and put his hands on either side of Seth's. He pulled away a few seconds later and he was healed: no scar, nothing at all. "Is that enough proof? Or will you be nitpicky with every gift?"
((XD, same as Cal. *sneaking* Sort of. While my mother's baking cookies.))
Seth shook his hand sideways, warily looking at Blaze. He stuck his hands in his pockets, lounging against the doorframe. After a short pause he said finally, "Yeah. I guess I pretty much have to believe you, now."
Squirrelbellie wrote: "((I'm back for a second, only long enough for this one post. So, hello and bye again!))Sean laughed. "Yes, your Majesty." He did a little bow."
Shadow giggled, enjoying this almost-normalcy.
♥Cal♥ wrote: "Seth shook his hand sideways, warily looking at Blaze. He stuck his hands in his pockets, lounging against the doorframe. After a short pause he said finally, "Yeah. I guess I pretty much have to b...""Good. You don't want to witness some of the others." he said matter of factly.
Sean grinned. "That's a nice thing to hear."
((Going! I was caught! No cookies for me! *cries*))
"Yeah, but safe from what?" Seth mumbled incoherently, but followed Blaze anyway. "So you never explained what United is," he pressed.
"I did..sort of." he said,stopping and sitting on a tall metal stool. "United is a group of humans and Raindancers who are 'united' against the group Cobra and their largest branch: Torch."
"That cleared things up," Seth replied thoughtfully. "But what's the different between Raindancers and Torch? In terms of whatever you guys do, I mean."
"Raindancers aren't a group. It's what we are. Like, we are human..but our gifts make us different. They make us into what is illegal here: unique and different. So they called us Raindancers, but I prefer 'Dancer' it's funner. Anywho, Torch is a group much like United..but for the fact that it is their job to kill the innocent Dancers."
"They sound like lovely people to meet," Seth replied, sarcasm dripping from his voice. "But so you're a ra--a Dancer?"
"Yeah, and so are most of the people in this building. We're on a Recon mission right now." his eyes were pained and his mouth a flat line.
"Ahh," Seth said slowly. "But can't you make and fancy spells with a wave of your wand or whatever to conceal this place? I mean, I just wandered in here."
Blazez shook his head, "We don't do spells or have wands.." he searched for an analogy. "We're not like..Harry Potter."
"Because I just look like I'm a wizard or warlock or whatever term you guys use?" Seth retorted, chuckling. "So is this place HQ, or deserted?" he asked, waving a hand around the broken down building.
"This is just a hideout for now, HQ is muc more technilogical than this dump. We're missing some members, Cobra struck." Blaze was glad to have another guy his age here, for how long: he didn't know, but he was still happy.
"You're very...easygoing for a top-secret team or whatever," Seth commented. "I mean, for all you know, I could be a spy, and you're telling me all about your entire organization."
"Me, lie?" Seth asked, placing a hand over his heart. "That hurts. That hurts me very deeply," he said, trying to keep a straight face but miserably failing.
Seth made a face. "After that last comment, no thank you," he said, readjusting imaginary spectacles. "I hate drama class as it is."
"Meh, you aren't that bad. I can't act for the life of me...at least..not anything that isn't something I've experienced."
"Yeah, which is why, if pressed, I might be able to play a clown." he said it so seriously that the irony wasn't even funny.
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