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Post by RedHood on Jan 18, 2010 13:59:59 GMT -5
Amaranth just looked at him as he spoke. Her mind mulling over their little spar. Taking in the changes the other took on. The physical changes were the most noticeable while the mental ones weren’t as much till just recently. She wasn’t to sure if she liked those changes or what. What he said next made her eyes narrow slightly before she looked away from him oddly hued eyes scanning the area as her usual mask fell in place. “I don’t need your help with getting Missions. I don’t want help,” she said a little coolly. It was just her way of pushing people away when things crossed a certain line. Her work was one line she did not like being messed with. She did everything on her own terms and earned her way, not leaned on others like most the Imperial warriors did.
Mara looked back at him. “You may have changed a little but you’re still thick headed. Well come on I owe you a drink for winning this round,” she said and moved past him knowing the area relatively decently. She made sure to memorize every place she ever visited. She had been here twice before. “So what is it your doing here,” she asked him taking control of the conversation, she was a control freak for the most part.
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Post by David Maxwell on Jan 19, 2010 17:09:31 GMT -5
David stared at Amaranth looking at her while thinking of a possible way to make her stay at Feinster with him. He knew that she did not like having people find missions for her but he had to try. Then he saw it her facade of emotions again, she always seemed to use that whenever he was on some sensitive topic. He sighed lightly listening to her rant on lightly.
AS she ranted to him he held up his hand,"Yes I know I'm very thick headed still. But at least I have improved all of me." He chuckled as he nodded to her about the drink following her.
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