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Post by Karl Ruprecht Kroenen on Jan 24, 2009 23:03:54 GMT -5
To know that Sapien thought these were his actual thoughts and not simply images forced into his mind would give Kroenen great pleasure in itself. His abilities were scant, side effects of his dealings with the Ogdru Jahad, but he practiced them when he could. And he had amazing control over his own mind. Sapien would never see anything Kroenen didn't wish him to see if the fishman should happen to touch him.
By the time the rehearsal had finished, it was too late to complete the work they'd come for and the Colonel cursed himself for his foolish whim. Well, he could perform the complicated surgery needed to make the hand function normally--the Musician's Finger was only a sort of short cut, and allowed for things such as animating the hand when it was not actually attached to his arm, and providing sensation. The hand had started as a mere device, after all, and he could use it as such again and take the Finger at his leisure.
He stood and straightened his coat, pulled his hat down a bit and headed for the exit, conveying his plans to Sapien in flashes of instruction for the upcoming surgery.
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Post by Abe Sapien on Jan 24, 2009 23:23:21 GMT -5
When they were able to move again, Abe got to his feet slowly, weighted by his own feelings and fears. Every moment spent with Karl Ruprecht Kroenen grew more and more dismal, as he felt his chances to leave this time and hopes to leave it alive felt bleak.
This is horrible... he lamented, following behind the assassin at his own pace. If he could see any other option, Abe would try his hand at destroying Kroenen, but Abe was not an occultist, nor was he that desperate to sell his soul to return to the modern era. Why must I be alone with my enemy? The man who killed Broom and many of our agents and other innocent people? he complained inwardly, trying to wipe out any appraisals he may have given the undead Nazi.
For now, he had work to do, and followed Kroenen out.
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