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vatheon2012-08-27 05:40 am
redcladidealist) wrote in vatheon2012-08-27 05:40 am
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15th Combo
Who: Lloyd Irving and Luke fon Fabre
Where: Yutopil Apartments
When: After this
Style: [action]
Status: Closed
[Lloyd had been fuming ever since the rude brush-off from the guy he was pretty sure was Luke's twin. Sheesh, how much of a jerk could one person be? Even by the time he makes it back to the Yutopil Apartments, he still hasn't cooled off completely. He'd been intending to go to his room, where he could take out his frustrations with a knife and an innocent block of wood, but his footsteps slow when he passes room five.
Room five was Luke's apartment.
Well, sure, why not? He'd told that guy he would ask.
Lloyd takes a breath then lets it back out, trying to will some of his irritation to go with it. It's not Luke's fault his brother is a jerk, he doesn't need to have Lloyd take it out on him. Once he feels ready, he lifts his hand and knocks.]
Hey, Luke? Are you there?
Where: Yutopil Apartments
When: After this
Style: [action]
Status: Closed
[Lloyd had been fuming ever since the rude brush-off from the guy he was pretty sure was Luke's twin. Sheesh, how much of a jerk could one person be? Even by the time he makes it back to the Yutopil Apartments, he still hasn't cooled off completely. He'd been intending to go to his room, where he could take out his frustrations with a knife and an innocent block of wood, but his footsteps slow when he passes room five.
Room five was Luke's apartment.
Well, sure, why not? He'd told that guy he would ask.
Lloyd takes a breath then lets it back out, trying to will some of his irritation to go with it. It's not Luke's fault his brother is a jerk, he doesn't need to have Lloyd take it out on him. Once he feels ready, he lifts his hand and knocks.]
Hey, Luke? Are you there?
1/2
[Lloyd echoes the words blankly, like the words don't make sense at first. How can they? How could someone make a copy of a person? It's not like people are made of wood or stone, or something that's easy to carve. They're made of something living. That can't be replicated.
But beyond that...
Lloyd frowns. Then he shakes his head. And instead of horror or disgust...]