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For Love of the Game	By : Dagian Category: +G through L > Lineage 2 Views: 644 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Lineage2 nor World of Warcraft (assuming I can work it in somehow), nor the characters from either. I do however own the characters I myself create. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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      The two stared at one another for several minutes, the only sound was the rain on the roof and several large claps of thunder. Without warning, the lights flicked off and then back on and from outside she could faintly hear the scream of a tornado siren. Fantastic, she thought sarcastically to herself. Of all the times for severe weather to crop up. She watched as his ears twitched slightly, one of them turning ever so slightly in the direction of the siren. Interesting. His ears were independent of one another. The lights flicked out again and this time stayed out. “Shit.” She swore softly. The power never, never, went down and stayed down unless there really was some sort of emergency. Working from memory, she slowly began to move around the room, praying he wasn’t doing the same, and reached for the drawer located in the side table next to the couch.
      Micardrin watched her, eyes narrowing when he saw her getting closer to his weapons. He very nearly reached out and stopped her when she leaned down, thinking she was going to grab them. But when he’d noticed that she was reaching a little to one side and a bit higher than the weapons he’d stayed put. Curiously he watched as she slid open a hidden drawer and withdrew something from it. It was long and skinny, dark in color...then suddenly a bright light blazed in across the room. He cursed savagely, the sound unnaturally loud in the quietness of the house. He’d been looking right at it when the light suddenly appeared. He took another look at her, his expression doing a lot of his communicating for him. He didn’t like that object, at all.
      “Sorry.” She squeaked out, and then used the light to find her little hand held radio. She picked it up and brought it back into the kitchen. Just before she switched it on, she decided that she would try to communicate to the dark elf, warn him that what she held was going to make noise. She set the flashlight on the counter so that the beam was facing straight up at the ceiling and creating a soft ambient light that lit the room with a soft glow. She pointed to the radio, now sitting on the counter and began gesturing to it. “This is going to talk. You will hear,” she pointed to him and then his ears, “people talking on this. I can hear people talking on this.” She waited nervously, the sirens outside still blaring. She hoped he understood her because she really didn’t have the luxury of time at the moment, she needed to find out what exactly was going on. “Please don’t freak out about this...” She muttered quietly, mostly to herself since he’d given no indication he’d understood her at all. Pressing the button that brought the radio to life, she watched him closely to see how he reacted. Aside from a lightly raised brow, he showed no reaction. She gently raised the volume and listened to the weather reports. Apparently, the sirens were a false alarm. A glitch in the system had caused them to fire without reason. The power company was experiencing problems that were weather related, high winds had knocked the lines down, but there was no tornado threat. The power company was estimating that most of the city would be without power for approximately three or four hours.
      She stopped paying attention and shut the radio off. What in the hell was she going to do for that length of time with a freaking dark elf in her house? Cautiously she sat down at her small kitchen table and watched him. She couldn’t speak to him, and he couldn’t speak to her. How did people in the olden days communicate to foreigners when there were no translators? Linguistics had never been a strong suit of hers. Hell, she didn’t even know a second language. She was regretting that now. That might’ve been able to at least point her in a general direction of how to proceed.
      Micardrin watched her as she sat and stared at him. Slowly, he sat down at the table across from her. They had to figure out how to speak to one another and clearly she was at a loss. Irritated, he realized he was going to have to start the process. He placed his hand on his chest and stated his name. “Micardrin.” He watched as understanding crossed her features. She attempted to copy the pronunciation of his name and he shook his head and stated it again, more slowly and with slight emphasis on the sounds she’d mispronounced.
      She listened carefully. It sounded like mick-car-dren. She made another attempt and was rewarded with a subtle nod. She repeated his actions, hand to her chest and stated clearly. “Jenny.” He repeated it flawlessly, not that she was all that surprised. The two stared at one another for a few more minutes before he raised his hand and made a motion like he was drinking something, and then stared at her. That was easy enough, he was thirsty. She got up and grabbed a glass and opened the fridge and poured some cool water from the purifier. Sitting back at the table, she set the glass down in front of him and watched as he inspected it before drinking. He seemed somewhat surprised at the coolness of it but otherwise no other expression.
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