Dead Fantasy IC.  Dorms.  (Cammy and Erizen.)
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				Title: <strong>Dead Fantasy IC.  Dorms.  (Cammy and Erizen.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>18-03-2011, 03:46:04</strong>
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				((I'll let you guys unpack and all that as you see fit.))<br><br>The rooms provided by Helena were all basically the same in that they had a massive walk in closet, full master bathroom with monsoonal shower, a tub the size of a master bed big enough to hold twelve people, and a fully stocked medicine cabinet and a nearby shelf that was full of lotions, massage oils, shampoos, conditioners, and perfumes of various design and wonderfully smelling scents.&nbsp; If nothing else could be said for the blond woman that had put all this together, she was generous and kind to her contestants as far as their well being went as well as their comfort.<br><br>(http://i1.bookcdn.com/data/Photos/LargePhoto2/76/7602/7602112/Hotel-Marmar-photos-Room-2-bed-single-and-1-big-bed.JPEG)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dead Fantasy IC.  Dorms.  (Cammy and Erizen.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xenolord</strong> on <strong>28-03-2011, 03:28:41</strong>
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				Erizen<br><br>The door opened as Erizen hobbled in, scythe serving now as a crutch against her still-crippled leg. Emma followed, but only far enough in to set her bag down at the foot of the bed. "Here. Will you be alright from here on out?" Emma asked, Erizen responding with a nod and a audible 'umhum'. Returning her nod, Emma bowed. "Then I'll take my leave. Sleep well."<br><br>"And you." Erizen answered as the door closed, leaving Emma to her own devices. Dropping her scythe to the bed, she began walking about, almost as if her leg wasn't injured at all. <em>Emma's probably going to be pissed when she figures out I've been faking it for the last hour.</em> She thought to herself, remembering how Yuna's spell healed her, but she kept up the act, just to see how deep the woman's honor went. Hoisting the suitcase onto the bed, she unzipped it, and opened it, checking the contense. Right out came a red dress very similar to the one she had on earlier, in all it's exotic, frilled goodness. "Oooh! They know my style! Me like." She giggled like a school girl and threw the dress on, continuing to check the inside of the suitcase. Out next came a datapad with the InterPol logo on it. Booting it up, she sat on the bed and sighed.<br><br>"Erizen! It's about damn time you reported in! What's going on?" Came the voice of her commander. She smiled and waved him away.<br><br>"No need to concern yourself, sir." she answered plainly. "I've infiltrated the other side of the Fringe Activity to discover some form of tournament that I've been forced to join... the Dead or Alive tournament."<br><br>"The tournament is your secondary mission, Erizen. Remember what your primary objectives are..."<br><br>"Yea, yea, yea." She blew him off, rolling her eyes. "Shut down the source of the Fringe Activity. I got it."<br><br>"Good. Report in when you have something to report." She saluted weakly.<br><br>"Yes sir." The datapad shut off. "Cocksucker." Throwing the datapad back into her suitcase, she laid back on the bed, shut her eyes and sighed. This was luxury.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dead Fantasy IC.  Dorms.  (Cammy and Erizen.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Major Major</strong> on <strong>29-03-2011, 01:36:14</strong>
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				When Cammy came in, se just walked through the door without saying a word, and began packing her things away with the silent, impersonal precision of a professional soldier. She placed her bag at the foot of her bed, and began to take things out of it, her eyes half-closed as she sorted out the things into their proper places and their correct categories. Once she had sorted her things to her satisfaction, she then packed them away again, and then sat on the end of her bed, looking at the door as if she was expecting someone to come crashing through it with an assault rifle.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dead Fantasy IC.  Dorms.  (Cammy and Erizen.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xenolord</strong> on <strong>29-03-2011, 02:29:25</strong>
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				Erizen watched as Cammy came in, placed everything where it goes without so much as a word, and sit on the end of the bed. She had to admit, she definetely had the precision of a soldier, but lacked any kind of personality while doing so. Just like Erizen. So when one thinks about it for any length of time, they were a perfect match.<br><br>"So, you're name's... Cammy, right?" She asked, trying to start conversation. "You were pretty impressive back there... here." She moved her scythe from the bed and leaned it against the wall beside the bed, nearest to herself. "I see there's only one bed... so that means we're going to have to share. Because I'm not sleeping on the floor, and you'll probably pop my head off like a cherry if I suggest you do it." She smiled, moving her bag so she could lie down. "I hope I don't snore... You never know anymore if someone snores until you spend a night with them." She smiled.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dead Fantasy IC.  Dorms.  (Cammy and Erizen.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Major Major</strong> on <strong>29-03-2011, 03:15:51</strong>
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				Cammy turned her head towards Erizen at her asking of her name, and just for a moment,&nbsp; the scythe-wielding girl saw that the blonde's eyes were flat and blank in colour, like the lifeless eyes of a child's doll, before the Englishwoman shook her head and blinked a bit, which caused them to become more normal in appearence. "That's right, yes." she nodded in confirmation. "And thank you. It's not often that someone tells me that." she then added, in a softer tone. At Erizen's next comments, she gave a weak smile. "It could be worse, believe me. You've never had to share a small pup-tent on the side of a hill in the Yorkshire Moors in the middle of winter."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dead Fantasy IC.  Dorms.  (Cammy and Erizen.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xenolord</strong> on <strong>29-03-2011, 05:20:10</strong>
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				"Winter?" She questioned, her eyes piquing in curiosity. "You have winter where you come from?" She smiled and sat up. "Oooh! Tell me what it's like! I heard it's cold! Is it cold?" She asked like a small child. "Where I come from, we don't have seasons. Our planet's orbit has decayed so we're dangerously close to the sun. Every day is summer, the hottest damn summer you've ever experienced. We managed to shelter most of the major cities from the heat, but the rest of the planet is scorched." Putting her hands behind her head and sighing, she laid back and added. "A single problem amongst a host my planet has."<br><br>Fringe Events. Areas of supernatural activity which damage the fabric of the universe around where they occur, they are slowly weakening the very threads of the universe on her end, threatening to unravel the entire world. InterPol was constructed to stop these Fringe Events, among other things, and stop the inevitable. She finally sat up and looked at Cammy.<br><br>"You seem to me to be similar to me... you try to shut everyone out... you try not to make friends. After all, they just die, right?" She smiled and shook her head. "You shut people out with silence, while I do it with harsh words. I'm... sorry about what I said on the plane, if I said anything to you..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dead Fantasy IC.  Dorms.  (Cammy and Erizen.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Major Major</strong> on <strong>29-03-2011, 06:32:53</strong>
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				Cammy nodded in understanding. "The British winters are cold, yes. And rainy; sometimes we even get snow on the tops of our mountains, and in the Scottish Highlands. But mostly, they are cold and wet." she then gave her a sad smile at the second part. "We all have demons in our past that haunt us. Just that some demons are more literal than others...." As she spoke, images flashed through her mind of the Four "Devas" of Shadaloo who she had been a slave to; the brutal, dim-witted thug Balrog; the capricious, narcissistic killer Vega, the implacable and merciless Muay Thai fighter Sagat; and worst of all, the hate-filled and demonic M. Bison.<br><br>Unbidden, her hand rose up to touch the deep, triangular scar on her left cheek; a mark of her servitude, however unwilling it may have been, to the cause of evil, made by Vega's steel claw weapon long ago.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dead Fantasy IC.  Dorms.  (Cammy and Erizen.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xenolord</strong> on <strong>29-03-2011, 07:51:23</strong>
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				"Are you here for the tournament? I mean... are you <em>really</em> here for the Tournament? Or do you have something else that brings you here?" It was dangerous territory, she knew that, but she had to know. She had to know who she could trust, and who she had to avoid. Helena, Helena she <em>definitely</em> had to avoid. She scared Erizen every ways til Sunday, and that was never a good thing.<br><br>"I'm here for something different, but I don't know if I should tell you..."
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