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Post by ParamountKeymaster on Nov 15, 2015 1:14:30 GMT -5
Paul smiled and followed suit, peacefully studying the text on dragons. Even if there wasn't much relating to his particular case thus far, he figured he had to start somewhere, and he might as well start with some shred of optimism.
He'd find his answers soon.
At least he hoped he would.
"Persvek tairais, charis geou lleisgar..."
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Post by DMis on Nov 15, 2015 1:20:28 GMT -5
"Coi ui agantal mobi. Charis si jatil," Forsaken offered softly with a smile.
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Post by ParamountKeymaster on Nov 15, 2015 9:36:35 GMT -5
Paul's eyes flicked up to her, as did his smile. "Wer anyuiri re ekik mobi. Ihk trian di udoka. Si jikahshi coi."
Kenny slowly lowered his book and stared at the duo with a look that could only be described as WTF.
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Post by DMis on Nov 15, 2015 10:45:33 GMT -5
Forsaken nodded. "I highly believe you're right Paul," she offered.
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Post by ParamountKeymaster on Nov 15, 2015 10:57:32 GMT -5
"Right about what?" Kenny asked sharply.
Paul blinked innocently at his friend. "That we'll find the answers we need... I guess. Sorry, I didn't know you still wanted in on the conversation."
"Well, I'd appreciate it if you didn't talk like you don't want me to understand something."
"What, was I mumbling?"
"No, you were speaking dragon talk, dude!"
A few more confused blinks. "...I was?"
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Post by DMis on Nov 15, 2015 11:10:52 GMT -5
"You were absorbed into your book. WE didn't want to bother you, Kenny," Forsaken offered. "And to be honest you wouldn't be missing much. Just talking about hope. And it's Draconic."
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Post by ParamountKeymaster on Nov 15, 2015 11:58:39 GMT -5
Kenny shrugged and returned to his studies. "Whatever you say."
Paul slumped his head into his hand, pondering the realization that he had been speaking another language. "So... I was really...? I mean, it felt so natural. I didn't even realize..."
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Post by DMis on Nov 15, 2015 21:28:47 GMT -5
She nodded. "That you were," Forsaken offered.
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Post by ParamountKeymaster on Nov 16, 2015 0:51:10 GMT -5
"Huh..."
"What, like you weren't consciously aware you were speaking it?" Kenny questioned, sounding genuinely curious for a change.
"No..." Paul ran a hand through his hair. "I just kinda... said it... without thinking. Like a second language I didn't even known I knew." He looked back and forth between Kenny, Forsaken and his book until he finally picked up the latter and buried his face in it. "Maybe I should keep..."
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Post by DMis on Nov 16, 2015 1:16:45 GMT -5
"That is an interesting second language to have implanted in your mind," Forsaken noted.
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Post by ParamountKeymaster on Nov 16, 2015 1:24:30 GMT -5
"Eheh... Yeah, I guess so..." Paul murmured awkwardly as he continued to skim the text. Now he was only that much more anxious to discover the truth about his nature.
Kenny sighed and closed the book he was reading. "Well, that was a load of s***. I'm gonna go put this back..."
Aside from a subtle nod, Paul hardly even acknowledged Kenny as the latter stood up and left to reshelf the tome.
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Post by DMis on Nov 16, 2015 1:35:20 GMT -5
Forsaken sighed before returning to her book.
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Post by ParamountKeymaster on Nov 16, 2015 1:41:34 GMT -5
Likewise, Paul just kept reading for a while. Their mutual preoccupation created an extended period of silence, which would've been presumably more awkward if they weren't in a library. There was so much to learn. So much that they didn't yet understand.
Paul quickly lost track of time. The documents he read didn't even provide him with any knowledge pertaining to his own case. But still he continued to read, hoping beyond all reason that the answers would come to him eventually.
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Post by DMis on Nov 16, 2015 1:54:59 GMT -5
Half of Forsaken's notebook seemed to be filled with drawings instead of notes. As she read, her head bobbed slightly as she fought off sleep.
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Post by ParamountKeymaster on Nov 16, 2015 11:02:16 GMT -5
WHUMP
Quite spontaneously, considering he didn't even look tired, Paul seemed to succumb to exhaustion first, his head plopping face-first onto his open book.
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