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Morning
Apr 21, 2007 23:48:45 GMT -5
Post by Brings the Fight on Apr 21, 2007 23:48:45 GMT -5
"Testing me? Like, what kind of tests?" He tries to finish off his food quickly so they can leave.
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Morning
Apr 21, 2007 23:49:54 GMT -5
Post by RekKa on Apr 21, 2007 23:49:54 GMT -5
"The kind you probably won't even notice."
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Morning
Apr 21, 2007 23:51:26 GMT -5
Post by Brings the Fight on Apr 21, 2007 23:51:26 GMT -5
He finishes the last bite of bacon and wipes off his fingers with a napkin. "Alright, I'm ready to go." He finds his mom and gives her a big hug. "I'll see you again, right?"
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Morning
Apr 21, 2007 23:53:50 GMT -5
Post by RekKa on Apr 21, 2007 23:53:50 GMT -5
"Of course. You probably won't see this house ever again, though..." she says with a bit of a sigh.
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Morning
Apr 21, 2007 23:55:14 GMT -5
Post by Brings the Fight on Apr 21, 2007 23:55:14 GMT -5
He looks around it for a second. "I... I don't think I want to. I'd rather put some of the memories from this house behind me." He gives her another big hug, "Goodbye mom." Then he heads over and follows his dad.
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Morning
Apr 21, 2007 23:56:20 GMT -5
Post by RekKa on Apr 21, 2007 23:56:20 GMT -5
"Let's go." He heads off walking toward the city.
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Morning
Apr 21, 2007 23:58:37 GMT -5
Post by Brings the Fight on Apr 21, 2007 23:58:37 GMT -5
He gives one last goodbye wave to his mom, then heads off after his dad.
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Morning
Apr 21, 2007 23:59:35 GMT -5
Post by RekKa on Apr 21, 2007 23:59:35 GMT -5
He stops at a bus stop, not prompting further discussion unless you have any other questions...
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Morning
Apr 22, 2007 0:11:48 GMT -5
Post by Brings the Fight on Apr 22, 2007 0:11:48 GMT -5
He'll be quiet for the moment, just trying to soak in everything that's happened already (also known as, I can't think of any questions he'd have at this time).
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Morning
Apr 22, 2007 0:17:15 GMT -5
Post by RekKa on Apr 22, 2007 0:17:15 GMT -5
The first bus passes, and your father notes the number. Not the right bus. He sits down. "It'll be another twenty minutes till the right one." He stretches out.
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Morning
Apr 22, 2007 0:27:32 GMT -5
Post by Brings the Fight on Apr 22, 2007 0:27:32 GMT -5
Ulric sits down next to him, looking slightly anxious. He'll check to see if anyone else is around before asking this, and if anyone is, he'll ask it quietly.
"So... is there anything else I should know before meeting... people? Is someone in charge? Am I supposed to do anything special when I show up?"
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Morning
Apr 22, 2007 0:40:25 GMT -5
Post by RekKa on Apr 22, 2007 0:40:25 GMT -5
No one else is at the bus stop. "Treat everyone you meet with utmost respect... but don't take everything they say as absolute. Everyone's got a bone to pick about something. As for who's in charge, I think you'll be able to tell pretty quickly. His name is Slays-the-Weak, and he is the eldest of our sept."
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Morning
Apr 22, 2007 0:42:59 GMT -5
Post by Brings the Fight on Apr 22, 2007 0:42:59 GMT -5
"Slays the weak? Does everyone go by indian sounding names?"
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Morning
Apr 22, 2007 0:58:28 GMT -5
Post by RekKa on Apr 22, 2007 0:58:28 GMT -5
"They're the English equivalents of our names in the Garou tongue. When you earn it, you'll learn to wear it with pride. Mine is Eclipses-the-Wise... I'll have to tell you the story behind that one later," he says with a bit of a smirk.
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Morning
Apr 22, 2007 1:04:11 GMT -5
Post by Brings the Fight on Apr 22, 2007 1:04:11 GMT -5
"Here's another question that's kind of been on my mind lately... Werewolves get together in packs and all... what do they do once they're all together?"
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