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Post by Tribe on Jan 30, 2007 19:16:26 GMT -5
"Wow..." Tribe said, her eyes wide. "You're old... er, young."
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Post by Zander Song on Jan 30, 2007 19:24:07 GMT -5
Aiden gave a hallow laugh. 'yeah, I'm negitive thirty-five years old, technically.' He agreed, making split-second calculations in his head. [/font]
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Post by Tribe on Jan 30, 2007 19:25:36 GMT -5
"So, what happens when you're born?" Tribe leaned her cheek against her hands and kicked her legs out behind her, effectivly laying in the air as she spoke.
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Post by Zander Song on Jan 30, 2007 19:37:16 GMT -5
'Hm. Never thought of that... Maybe I'll Die so I could be born? Maybe I'll tear the universe apart for breaking the laws of pysics. Maybe Nothin'll happen.' He watched as Tribe stationed herself in mid-air, thinking about what she asked. 'I just know that I'll have to get back to my own time before then... Hopefully a lot sooner. I tihk I Caused The Sh... The Time Travel. I mean, My mum and Dad were Apparently infected around ten years from now, and It's Hereditary... So Maybe I inherited time-Travel from them. I gfot caught in the gas a few years back, which is why I can Dematerialize.' he finished his assumptions, His British accent pushing its way through. It was an odd Accent, though, Since it was the voice of Future England. Sort of. [/font]
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Post by Tribe on Jan 30, 2007 19:41:22 GMT -5
"It's hereditary?" She asked, supprised. She hadn't known any infectee children.
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Post by Zander Song on Jan 30, 2007 19:51:35 GMT -5
Aiden Nodded. 'yeah... Well, it will be. It's Acually a Dominant part of your DNA, so it's really likely that the Kid on an Incectee will have a pwer of some sort. And if both of your parents are Infected, it's pretty much unavoidable. Specific talents aren't hereditary, though. Just the Mutation. So you never knew what your kid will be able to do.'[/font]
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Post by Tribe on Jan 30, 2007 19:54:22 GMT -5
"Well, great. Remind me not to have kids..." Tribe shuddered at the thought of raising a child, and then shuddered harder at the thought of having an infected kid. "Be glad i'm not your mom. But who knows, I could be the future mother of some of your friends, and you could have just discouraged their births. Unlucky you."
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Post by Zander Song on Jan 30, 2007 20:07:29 GMT -5
Aiden Laughed. 'I really doubt You were the mum of any of my friends,' He assured her, perfectly aware of the akwardness of his sentance, 'None of them Were infectees.' He strategically left out the fact that he really didn't have friends. 'Actually none of them showed any sort of usefulness in any way, shape or form. And anyways, there's a good chance that once I figure out how to get out of the past... Well, Into the Future... my own time... You won't have any memory of me, Just as I won't have memory of you, So You would just go about your life without any knowledge of anything I'd tell you.' he shrugged. 'But there's always the chance that You wil remember, and your child would have been someone crucial to the Course of History... And, of course, the Chance that nothing would happen, or change.'
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Post by Tribe on Jan 30, 2007 20:09:30 GMT -5
"Now you've got me thinking... I wonder if it's even possible for me to have children? I mean... I don't have a body." She rolled on her back, thoughtfully, and stared at the ceiling.
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Post by Zander Song on Jan 30, 2007 20:19:13 GMT -5
'You don't?' Aiden Asked, then shrugged the question off. 'Well, in that case, maybe you could... Oh, I dunno. Multipy yourself, or Split into two separate beings, like Single-celled Organisms.' Note to self- No creepy Science talk in the presence of someone else. Aiden really knew how to make a fool of himself. 'er... Never mind,' He stated soflty, feeling a bit embarrased. He had just compared her to the most simple of all animals; It was basically an insult. But he didn't mean it that way! Why was he so socially inept all of the sudden?
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Post by Tribe on Jan 30, 2007 20:22:56 GMT -5
Fortunatly for the socially inepr boy, Tribe didn't really care for science, so she kinda tuned out the part about organisims. "I can split." She held her arms out by her side, and multiple Tribes rose up like a chain of paper dolls. "But It's still me." The Tribes compounded back into one. "I don't have a body because I'm a shadow. I guess you could liken me to a ghost. Except, a ghost made out of shadows, I guess."
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Post by Zander Song on Jan 30, 2007 20:39:24 GMT -5
Aiden watched in interest as Tribe multiplied, and the mimicked the action, Spitting into Three people, Each the Same Black haired, Icy-eyed Aiden Black. As they were brought together, he listened to her continue. 'Well, that's bound to be useful,' He stated rather plainly, glad that she had decided to ignore the akward comment. he was never really one to enjoy science, either, but He had an uncanny knack for remembering everything he read, heard or saw. [/font]
((need to take a shower. I might be on later, depending on How long a shower I take.))
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Post by Tribe on Jan 30, 2007 20:54:26 GMT -5
((I'd thought you'd logged off, so i went to another page! We need a say box here, or if you have Yahoo IM, that'd work too.))
"Yeah, yeah," Tribe muttered. "Just like everything else I do. I'm just about as useful as him, arn't I?" She seemed melencoly, of course that was a little difficult to tell, because she was currently hanging upside down her hands clasped around her knees.
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Post by Zander Song on Jan 30, 2007 21:13:48 GMT -5
At this point, Aiden Would have usually answered with something like 'Well, sure, You're useful,' Or something, but the Ending of her statement caught his attention. 'As...him? As who?' Aiden Asked, watching as Tribe Hung Upside down from...nothing. He really didn't enjoy not knowing anyone, and was eager to meet as many people as he could, to at least get a glimpse of the different talents. Maybe Seek a similar Charactaristic between the Infectees that would explain the reason why the Gas infected them, and them alone; Thus proving that the Infections were not random. Somrhting to Do in his Spare time. [/font]
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Post by Tribe on Jan 30, 2007 21:23:49 GMT -5
"Him!" she sighed angerly, writing herself again, her feet touching ground. "The biggest jerk you will ever meet! He's almost ruined my life three times over, just for the fun of it! He gets enjoyment out of torturing me emotionally, and others physically! He's a living nightmare, and now he's living with me." She finished angerly by throwing her arms up in the air in defeat, they streached halfway to the ceiling before jetting down to her sides.
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