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Post by hank on May 21, 2010 7:59:29 GMT -5
He took a sip from his coffee, smiling as she accepted his thanks. When she commented on some not thanking him themselves, and asking about Apocalypse, he looked over to where they four patients laid. He then studied Apocalypse with his eyes, then looked to Isis, then back to Hazel with a slightly worried look on his face.
"My guess is he won't be happy indeed. However, Isis is sure to wake up before he stirs, so my guess is she will be able to explain things to him better. Their closeness seems to reach far beyond even our records."
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Post by hazel on May 21, 2010 10:57:03 GMT -5
Hazel thought over his words as she set her empty cup in the sink. For a moment she didn't say anything, building theories in her head for the mysterious connection. "It seems though... That we had no such word of this 'Isis' up until half a year ago. As if... She just appeared. To be so close after such a short time..." She pursed her lips as she paced a little. "You say she was the one to tell you to call him En Sabah Nur?" A short pause, as she shook her head. "If I were to guess, I would say that is one of the dead languages." ((They don't know about Apocalypse's past  )) |
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Post by hank on Jun 26, 2010 7:59:32 GMT -5
"Indeed, got quite offended when we called him apocalypse."
He finished his cup as well and placed it in the sink, listening to her as she spoke. He theory of the language Isis used coming from a language seemed to peak his interest. He walked over to sit in a nearby chair, looking up at Hazel and pushing his glasses back up his nose. The professor in him seemed to be kicking in at this new subject.
"Can you tell me more about this...dead language?"
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