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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Oct 15, 2008 7:47:51 GMT -5
"...yes." Pause. "After being shot."
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Post by Marishka on Oct 15, 2008 11:28:39 GMT -5
*She gaped at him.*
"You didn't!"
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Oct 15, 2008 11:34:57 GMT -5
"Eleven times," he said, sounding proud of it for the first time. "It would have killed me if I could die that way."
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Post by Marishka on Oct 15, 2008 11:36:47 GMT -5
"What are you, stupid?"
*She hugged him tightly, but hit him in the arm on the way to it.*
"You could have died and I didn't even know!"
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Oct 15, 2008 11:41:31 GMT -5
"I wouldn't have died," Herbert assured her, wrapping her much smaller frame tight in his arms. "I thought I was going to, but I didn't. I can't, not like that, I'm a vampire!"
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Post by Marishka on Oct 15, 2008 11:44:25 GMT -5
"But you weren't sure? Oh I don't think I'll ever be able to forgive you. Stupid."
((I have to run in a minute.))
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Oct 15, 2008 11:50:05 GMT -5
"It was a terribly stupid idea," he agreed. "And now I'm riddled with enough scars to costume an entire street gang in a poorly done drama."
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Post by Marishka on Oct 15, 2008 14:04:15 GMT -5
*Let me see," *she said, pulling out of his embrace.*
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Oct 15, 2008 14:10:55 GMT -5
"What- Rishka, they're repulsive-"
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Post by Marishka on Oct 15, 2008 14:18:09 GMT -5
"I've known you for more than two hundred years. I don't care."
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Oct 15, 2008 14:32:46 GMT -5
With a small sigh, as though he knew this could not end well, Herbert unfastened the remaining buttons of his shirt and let it fall to the floor, revealing a chest and stomach still littered with thick, sickly pink sunbursts. His shoulders drooped inward a bit. He had to stop himself from covering everything with his arms.
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Post by Marishka on Oct 15, 2008 14:54:33 GMT -5
*She let out a sharp intake of breath and her brows knitted in sympathetic dismay.*
"Oh God-"
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Oct 15, 2008 15:09:26 GMT -5
"It's- I can't feel it anymore. You mustn't worry."
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Post by Marishka on Oct 15, 2008 15:18:07 GMT -5
*She raised a hand as if to touch one but stopped, her hand hanging in the air awkwardly. She was giving him wibbly sad puppy eyes- imaging what that must have been like...*
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Post by Herbert von Krolock on Oct 15, 2008 15:23:49 GMT -5
"You don't need to do that," he said gently.
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