The Dig (Silvestine + FeatherLynxxx)
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				Title: <strong>The Dig (Silvestine + FeatherLynxxx)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>13-05-2008, 18:42:38</strong>
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				They had left the Range Rovers two days before, carrying all their equipment, food, and supplies. There was no other way to get through the remote forest in the heartland of England, and if his Uncle was right, then this would be the find of the Century. Uncle Charlie was a distinguished Historian and Archaeologist, and Peter hoped to follow in his footsteps - rather then his fathers. The two had never gotten along, and he had always found a friend in Uncle Charlie.<br><br>Peter adjusted the positioning of the straps of his harness, shifting his backpack around. They didn't need any heavy equipment - just spades, brushes, and smaller items. It would just be a preliminary dig. "This way!" His Uncle called from the top of the ridge. "I think i've found it!" He says, studying his map. <br><br>The team of 10 rose back to their feet from where they had been resting. They resumed their single file march behind their fearless leader, cresting the ridge and heading down into the valley on the other side. Not long after, they stop dead in their tracks, looking up at the walls of castle that rose out of the forest before them. Vines and trees had begun to reclaim the place, making it blend in rather well. <br><br>Peter was amazed. Whatever doubt he had had in his Uncles choice was gone, and he presses his hand against the stone. "Uncle...you've found it!" He exclaims, dropping his pack to the ground. "There must be a gate nearby..."<br><br>"Not so fast, Peter." His uncle says, turning to face the group. "Lets set up camp here and follow protocol. Document everything you find. Take pictures and sketches. Don't touch or move anything. Above all else, be careful." He says this last words while looking at Peter.<br><br>Peter found it hard not to rush through setting up camp. This was the most exciting thing he'd ever been a part of, and now he had to constrain himself. They set the tents up first, then the kitchen area, stringing a tarp between a few trees and setting up foldout chairs. They laid out all their tools on another tarp, strung their food from a tree to keep the critters out of it, and grabbed notepads or cameras. <br><br>Peter wasn't technically part of the team, being a college student (History Major) and here more for the adventure then anything, so took neither. He reasoned there was time for that sort of thing later. They all soon began to make their way along the wall, finding it relatively intact despite some damage here and there. They also found a gate, entering what Peter liked to think of as main street.<br><br>The buildings here were run down, the wood rotted through, leaving only shells of what was once here. The stone foundations remained, but trees and bushes had already started to reclaim the area. The team began to split up, heading either which way, and Peter found himself alone in front of the castle. <br><br>The thick, reinforced door stood ajar and Peter just managed to squeeze through the opening, the door unmoving when he tried to push it. Light filtered in through the slits on the inside and he found himself in a large hall. The tapestries and furniture seemed unfazed by time and he began walking around in awe, popping into rooms and finding it almost unbelievable that he was actually here, making history. <br><br>A dark stairwell was no deterrant and he found himself at the top of it moments later. "Must be the tower from the outside..." he murmurs, pushing open the door and entering the chamber at the top. There were no windows in here, and the light filtered from the stairwell made it hard to see anything. Hands outstretched, he moved into the room, hoping his eyes would adjust to the darkness. He tripped over something, sending him falling to the floor, hitting his head before darkness consumed him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dig (Silvestine + FeatherLynxxx)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FeatherLynXXX</strong> on <strong>14-05-2008, 01:03:14</strong>
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				As she times her movements carefully, things begin to follow as what seems like a hoodlum of books with scribbled paper all around littered the only desk and floor, a blizzard of white lit dimly by a candle.&nbsp; Walking around the circular room, Shin'aed [Shen-aid] leans over each and every wax candle, lighting them one by one, as the white on them turns liquid and drips down to make a trail behind her.&nbsp; These things took a lot of care.&nbsp; One false move and it had to be restarted all over again.&nbsp; Finally, the light was enough to let the eye adjust to what was around.<br>Large tomes hang on a bookshelf, spiders crawling about, making their webs.&nbsp; Most were small, but Shin’aed didn’t even mind the big ones.&nbsp; She could take them on.&nbsp; As no windows let any air in, the sorceress breathes in dust and soot, grimacing at the faint smell of something dead.&nbsp; Shrugging it off, she tries to concentrate.&nbsp; She had to.&nbsp; If she didn’t, she’d never prove to them that it was possible.&nbsp; The woman grabs a big, wooden bowl filled with a dark liquid, placing it on the side of the chamber.&nbsp; Getting down on her knees, the woman dips her hand in the bowl and takes it out, watching the excess run off her fingers.&nbsp; Quickly, it was used to draw runes on the floor, the smells of flesh blood wafting as the candles show how red the juice is.<br><br>“Almost ready…” Shin’aed mumbles, speaking to herself until she sees the black dog sitting at the top of the staircase, with matted fur and crooked teeth, black, and eyes that shine a cold blue.&nbsp; With a small smile, the sorceress continues, going back to her work.&nbsp; She can’t wait to get that satire.&nbsp; Of course he’ll run after her, but she’d beat him first.<br><br>The runes show the description of where she wants her creature.&nbsp; From another world, centuries back, when Greek mythology roamed and was believed piously.&nbsp; Standing up once more, Shin’aed makes sure that her less-than-approved clothing is on right, to look decent, as she prepares to chant, ready to summon what is believed to be only a legend.&nbsp; The dog does not move, does not react; but somehow the candles seem to be blown at gently, despite the lack of a breeze.<br><br><em>”Great Gods, I call on you…”</em> That was all that was spoken in Anglo-Saxon, as the rest is chanted in a different language, one that is the origin of them all, Latin.&nbsp; The candles are still being blown at, while the blood glows faintly, an eerie color that belongs on a dead battlefield.&nbsp; Spreading her arms on either side of her, the sorceress lets the wind that comes from nowhere surround her.&nbsp; It looks like it is working.&nbsp; Everything takes about an hour as her voice doesn’t stop, while outside people run back to their homes for the night, unable to hear her.&nbsp; With good sense, too.<br><br>The arrival is close; something is appearing from the center of the chamber.&nbsp; Strangely enough, it’s laying, face to the ground, and looks dead.&nbsp; The candles all blow out, and for a moment, nothing happens.&nbsp; Shin’aed has to light the candles again to see what’s happening.<br>The papers have flown everywhere; they covered to ground like a carpet.&nbsp; The blood is gone, both as the runes and in the bowl.&nbsp; In the middle is that still figure, which looks strangely human.&nbsp; No horns, no hooves…It is definitely a human, what with the ears and all.&nbsp; Slowly stepping closer, she reaches out and touches his head.&nbsp; She then presses a finger to his neck, and can tell that he’s cold, but alive.&nbsp; The clothes were very strange, bringing her to the conclusion that he was from another, far away place.&nbsp; Proud of herself, the woman quietly prodded at the man, wondering if he would ever wake up.&nbsp; She didn’t have enough common sense to bring him to her own chamber.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dig (Silvestine + FeatherLynxxx)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>14-05-2008, 15:25:27</strong>
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				Peter started to slowly come-to, feeling some one prodding at him. "Stop it....Uncle...I didn't mean to fa-..." He stops mid sentence as he regains his senses. The room had been dark before, but now there was light. And a musty smell, like something old...and something dead? He rolled over onto his back, eyes blinking back into adjustment, and nearly started when he saw who was poking him. He could see dusty tomes behind her too. Where the hell was he? <br><br>"Who...who are you?" He asks, scooting backwards away from her, heart racing as he looks around. No, that door looked familiar. So did the stoned floor. What the hell was going on?
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dig (Silvestine + FeatherLynxxx)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FeatherLynXXX</strong> on <strong>14-05-2008, 23:05:41</strong>
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				http://i30.tinypic.com/4ilvgp.jpg (http://i30.tinypic.com/4ilvgp.jpg) [This is pretty much what she looks like, save for the color of clothing, hair and eyes. C: To give you a visual idea.]<br><br>The sorceress, dressed in a dark dress and a hooded cape that hides most of her hair, watches the young man with wide eyes, seeing him as if he is a monster that is ready to attack.&nbsp; Pulling off said hood, thick ringlets of auburn hair pool out over slender shoulders and a straight back, also letting her face show in the light.&nbsp; Full pink lips are partly open as she analyzes the stranger from head to toe.&nbsp; With her brown eyes, the woman demonstrates intelligence and inner strength, a fiery spirit in her quiet solemnity.<br><br>"Darian?" She asks in a simple word, leaning in ever so slightly, her small hand reaching out to slowly touch her summoning, "Darian, how did you come back? Your son- your son should know of this-" Noticing the clothes, a gasp was let out, as if something were wrong with what he was wearing.&nbsp; Getting up, Shin'aed steps back, looking bewildered.&nbsp; She stutters as she thinks, reaching the same hand out to grab one of the larger candles.<br><br>"Why are you wearing garments fit for a ruffian? You should be ashamed of yourself, Darian!"&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dig (Silvestine + FeatherLynxxx)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>15-05-2008, 15:01:44</strong>
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				Looking at her garb - he did a double take, as it was rather revealing - and the room around him, he immediately thought he had dropped into the middle of a Medieval Fair. He also looked around for whomever Darian was, before realizing she was talking to him. He scrambles backwards again as she pokes at him, before rising to his feet, brushing off his clothes as well as he could.<br><br>"Ruffian? I'll have you know that these clothes are the standard amongst students my age! And stop calling me Darian - my name is Peter!" He says, eying her suspiciously. "I didn't know the medieval fair was in town." Perhaps this was some loony person who lived in the castle, believing herself to be...to be...a medieval lady?
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dig (Silvestine + FeatherLynxxx)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FeatherLynXXX</strong> on <strong>16-05-2008, 05:50:58</strong>
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				The sorceress watches the stranger in his confusion, raising an eyebrow in suspicion as he looks around himself.&nbsp; She wonders if he'd landed on his head wrong, or had already been mentally injured before.&nbsp; Since he refused to call himself Darian, Shin'aed acquiesces, deciding that for the moment, it doesn't matter too much what she calls him, as long as he was there.&nbsp; moving up to the man quickly, she placed her arms on his ever so gently, as if she were telling him to wait.<br><br>"Alright, Peter," the woman mumbled, trying to console the man who was looking left and right, "I have absolutely no idea who you are, how you got here, where you are from, or what the medieval fair is, but right now I do know that you look a lot like Darien...Are you sure you aren't him?" She looked a little hopeful, at first, then simply disappointed.&nbsp; Nom how could he be back?&nbsp; He's dead or dying, now.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dig (Silvestine + FeatherLynxxx)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>16-05-2008, 14:36:35</strong>
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				He looks at her as she touches him again. She was clearly nuts. "Yes, I'm sure I'm not Darian. My name is PETER Simon. Now, since you're clearly nuts, let me go back to my Uncle and I promise to tell him nothing about you and your...room." he says, gesturing to the room around. He takes a tentative step towards the doorway, hoping that she didn't plan to attack him or anything. He wondered how long she had been living here alone, living in her own little world. Clearly, a very long time by the musty smell in the room. Darian must have been her...something, he wasn't sure, for her to keep going on and on about it - him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dig (Silvestine + FeatherLynxxx)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FeatherLynXXX</strong> on <strong>16-05-2008, 22:28:52</strong>
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				Shin'aed frowns in confusion, unable to understand what the man was talking about.&nbsp; "What does that mean, when I am nuts?" Her tone is cool, level-headed as she tries to remain calm.&nbsp; Her eyes hold no affection as they narrow, staring him down to let him know that she is not one to mess with.<br>"Oh, you try to find your way around <span class="bbc_u">my</span> castle.&nbsp; You think you've just landed on somebody different, a woman, a sorceress, with no husband to call her property!&nbsp; Blasphemy, you must be thinking!" She turned to the dusty books, opening one and reading runes as if she had never spoken to the man.&nbsp; He could attempt to escape, but it is easier to walk through ruins than around the building when it was first built.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dig (Silvestine + FeatherLynxxx)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>16-05-2008, 22:38:44</strong>
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				Clearly she had escaped from a mental asylum as she was completely off her rocker! He clearly had to get away from her before she tried to sacrifice him to some heathen god! Looking around, he spotted the door through which he had entered the room and bounds over to it. He takes a step through, into the stairwell and pauses. <br><br>Torches line the wall, all light, providing light down the spiral staircase. Now they had not been there before, and his Uncle would surely have noticed them. And it didn't feel as drafty as before either. And the thin layer of dust was gone. Was he still dreaming? He wasn't sure, but then heard some voices and the distinct clang of metal on the stairs below. No, no one lived here....what had happened. He turns around in the doorway. "What...what year is it?" He asks.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dig (Silvestine + FeatherLynxxx)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FeatherLynXXX</strong> on <strong>17-05-2008, 16:59:59</strong>
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				Shin'aed turned to look at the summoning with a livid expression, the body language showing how cold she is towards the man.&nbsp; Grabbing the book she was reading in her small hands, which was hard, the woman walks by, stopping only for a moment to reply to him, her eyes not even turning from the lit hallway.&nbsp; Her tone is one that resembled boredom.<br><br>"And you think that I am somebody unusual?&nbsp; It is the year 1152.&nbsp; Welcome to life, Peter Simon."<br><br>Walking down the stairs as calmly as ever, she leaves him there to brood or to try and figure out how to get back, as if she had never done such a thing to him.&nbsp; And yet, with such apathetic action, her body moves like liquid gold, sensuous and powerful.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dig (Silvestine + FeatherLynxxx)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>17-05-2008, 17:21:32</strong>
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				His jaw drops. 1152? She was either really off her knocker, or he had somehow been transported back in time. But time travel was impossible, everyone knew that. He'd have to go find his uncle and tell him about this crazy woman. She apparently had lost interest in him, so he quickly follows her down to the stairs. Its only then that he realizes, based on how the place was furnished, that something truly peculiar was happening.<br><br>"How long have you been here?" He asks, catching up to her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dig (Silvestine + FeatherLynxxx)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FeatherLynXXX</strong> on <strong>17-05-2008, 22:56:48</strong>
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				Hearing steps behind her, she turns for a moment, even though she knows that there is only one way down from the tower.&nbsp; Still walking, her slippers click at each step, her dress following behind her as it elegantly floats over the ridges of the cold stone, until the stone turned into marble.&nbsp; Sunlight was streaming through pillars on either side of the connecting bridgeway.<br><br>"I have been here my whole life, and am now the sole owner of this castle, as my parents have both passed.&nbsp; Tell me, son of the future, where are you from?" Her voice had softened just enough, though her eyes never turned and her feet never stopped.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dig (Silvestine + FeatherLynxxx)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>18-05-2008, 18:59:06</strong>
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				This was one trippy trip, he thought. He must be dreaming still - must have taken a good knock on the head. He'd&nbsp; be waking up soon - his Uncle was sure to worry where he was and come looking for him. Once they found him, they'd wake him up. He was sure of it. But the more he saw of the place, the more he found whatever had happened to be harder to believe. He didnt like the terminology she used - future boy - but he shrugged it off.<br><br>"I'm from New Jersey...the United States." He says. "My Uncle is over here though."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dig (Silvestine + FeatherLynxxx)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FeatherLynXXX</strong> on <strong>20-05-2008, 01:56:51</strong>
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				"The what?" She grimaces, completely confused as to where that could be.&nbsp; It most certainly wasn't on her map.&nbsp; She would have to check it again.&nbsp; Still moving, she heads inside, knowing exactly where she was going.&nbsp; Hungry and tired, the sorceress wanted a cup of ale and some food, finally able to enjoy her lunch, even though she hadn't summoned the proper person.&nbsp; She'd just have to start all over again, then.<br><br>"Are you hungry, Peter?" Even though she would have enjoyed teasing him with the term 'future boy', she'd decided that he must have had enough already, what with all this excitement.&nbsp; Maids and butlers litter the hallways and rooms, fumbling around in a hurry to do what their mistress bid them.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dig (Silvestine + FeatherLynxxx)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>20-05-2008, 14:45:55</strong>
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				He shakes his head, not even bothering trying to answer. How could she not know what the United States was? She clearly was off her rocker. But as they made their way down the stairs and he saw how alive the place was, he was beginning to think that he was the one who was off his rocker. He was in the castle, that was for sure, but apparently not in his own time. That was a bit much for him to try and wrap his mind around right now...time travel....magic? He wasn't sure, but he was getting hungry.<br><br>"Sure, I could use something to eat. I take it you don't have any pizza around this place." He says sarcastically.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dig (Silvestine + FeatherLynxxx)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FeatherLynXXX</strong> on <strong>22-05-2008, 23:18:02</strong>
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				"I would love for you to explain to me what 'pizza' is over a meal, if you do not mind me asking, and I will have a room ready for you.&nbsp; Marianne, fix up the Royal Chamber in the East Wing, and have Gervaise set the table for a guest's presence."<br>The voice that rang was emotionless, while the designated people are in a flurry of excitement, watching the newcomer while curious eyes, wondering where he hailed from.&nbsp; He looked like a thief, really.&nbsp; They run off to do their duty, while Marianne looks confused as she trots off.&nbsp; The East Wing was opposite the sorceress, who slept in the West wing.&nbsp; A lover would at least get a closer one, like South...<br><br>She would have to pay close attention to the two.<br><br>Meanwhile, Shin'aed calmly walks into the long dining hall, walking down to the other end where the table had been set to welcome one, a second setting being brought out. It was beside hers, very close.&nbsp; She couldn't stand being so far away from people.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dig (Silvestine + FeatherLynxxx)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>25-05-2008, 03:19:46</strong>
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				He shakes his head in disbelief. She didn't know what pizza was? Wow, just wow. But he notices all the people, all the furnishings, and starts to come to terms that he was having one very, very realistic dream. He follows her into the dinning hall, wondering what sort of food would be brought out. He glances over at her again. At least he dreamed up some very hot people, he thought. Next time, he'd make sure all the hot ones were naked and bowing down to his every will...
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dig (Silvestine + FeatherLynxxx)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FeatherLynXXX</strong> on <strong>25-05-2008, 05:00:40</strong>
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				Seating herself, the sorceress doesn't miss the look that her guest gives her.&nbsp; Hiding a smirk, she skims over him too, wondering who exactly he was.&nbsp; Maybe he would be more interesting than other men who wanted her power.&nbsp; It was roast pork that was brought to the table, as the drink served was ale, since the water was never very good.&nbsp; The servants were still curious, smiling at each other as they notice the looks being exchanged.<br><br>"I trust you find this dinner to your taste.&nbsp; I am picky, and my cook still makes impeccable food.&nbsp; Please, would you give him a piece?" The bright eyes smile by themselves, almost amused.&nbsp; A maid steps right up and cuts the meat, carefully slow to analyze the strange man.&nbsp; Cutting it up and giving each a slice on soft bread, the servants were standing on either side of the table, anxiously awaiting judgment.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dig (Silvestine + FeatherLynxxx)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>25-05-2008, 20:42:15</strong>
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				He bites into the pork, the looks he was receiving going unnoticed as his belly rumbled. All that hiking the previous few days had worked up his appetite. "Its good. Very...fresh." He says finally, nodding his head. It didn't have the processed taste to it that he was used to. He still felt he was in the middle of a renaissance fair, with all the lively garb. He stood out like a sore thumb.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dig (Silvestine + FeatherLynxxx)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FeatherLynXXX</strong> on <strong>25-05-2008, 21:50:00</strong>
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				She gives him a bizarre look as he talks about how fresh it is, before she eats as well, meekly, her mind on something else.&nbsp; She didn't seem to notice anything else, her eyes looking at nothing in particular as she tries to figure something out, processing it all inside.&nbsp; Without a sound she has her dinner, in her own world, used to being alone.&nbsp; When she finishes, she sits back calmly, seeming to come back to reality.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dig (Silvestine + FeatherLynxxx)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>27-05-2008, 14:49:06</strong>
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				Apparently the meal was to be eaten in silence. It gave him some time to figure things out. Things seemed to real to be a dream of some sort, but then what had happened? He hadn't stepped into a wormhole or anything, so why did this place - resembling the ruins they had found - feel so real? The food sure enough was real. Something strange had happened and he was finding it hard to come to terms with it. He couldn't help but notice the odd glances he was getting from people, but he was clearly the stranger here - modern clothes and all.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dig (Silvestine + FeatherLynxxx)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FeatherLynXXX</strong> on <strong>28-05-2008, 00:37:28</strong>
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				Shin'aed watched her guest as he ate, but not in any belittling manner.&nbsp; Instead, she seemed curious, a little frustration written on her brow as she still had unanswered questions about him.&nbsp; Who was he?&nbsp; Where was he from?&nbsp; Why were his clothes so clean?<br><br>"Teach me," she said suddenly, out of the blue, her soft voice filling the room with an echo, "teach me about who you are and your culture, and I'll give you anything you need.&nbsp; I can't stand not knowing."&nbsp; Her face was red in her embarrassment about asking for a favor, feeling a little low for doing such a thing.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Dig (Silvestine + FeatherLynxxx)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>16-06-2008, 14:41:20</strong>
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				Her sudden vocal-ness almost made him choke on the food he was eating. He quickly took a sip of the wine, clearing the blockage in his throat, allowing him to speak. "Well, its pretty hard to explain. Convincing you that something like a TV or Cell Phone exists would be like you trying to convince me that magic exists! I mean, would you believe me if i told you that i can watch movies and other people on what amounts to a box? Or talk to people hundreds of miles away on a device smaller then my hand that isn't plugged into anything?"
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