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The End
Mar 27, 2017 14:41:02 GMT -5
Post by Lieutenant Tolar Demor on Mar 27, 2017 14:41:02 GMT -5
Tolar rips his Tholian silk sheets off the bed and picks everything up in a heap, then looks to Tiberius. "You know what? I was wrong. You are him, and I was stupid to think you weren't." He then stormed off down the corridor, wearing his fury and sadness on his face for everyone to see.
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The End
Mar 27, 2017 14:35:13 GMT -5
Post by Lieutenant Tolar Demor on Mar 27, 2017 14:35:13 GMT -5
"I was wrong, especially for the kick to the head. The problem here is that you can't admit that you were wrong, too." He scoffs, turning around and speeding up the pace at which he was retrieving his belongings. He seems to be getting more emotional as he speaks. "As for loyalty? You won't have to worry about that. I'm already requesting removal from this assignment. It was a mistake to transfer here in the first place."
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The End
Mar 27, 2017 14:23:42 GMT -5
Post by Lieutenant Tolar Demor on Mar 27, 2017 14:23:42 GMT -5
"You can't even stop and think for one second that we may have had reasonable cause to detain you?" He holds Tiberius' gaze with a ferocious intensity he perhaps hadn't seen before.
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The End
Mar 27, 2017 13:19:25 GMT -5
Post by Lieutenant Tolar Demor on Mar 27, 2017 13:19:25 GMT -5
"Normally?"
He turns, an incredulous look on his face.
"You were willing to fire on ships that hadn't made an objectively aggressive move yet. The only time I had ever seen 'you' do anything like that was when your replacement tried to use the Sentinel's phasers to make first contact. You were asking questions that came across like a loyalty test while our science officer was going on about mind readers. After I got those flowers... what did you expect me to think?"
He folds his arms.
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The End
Mar 27, 2017 12:58:23 GMT -5
Post by Lieutenant Tolar Demor on Mar 27, 2017 12:58:23 GMT -5
"When a Vulcan and a Cardassian agree on something, chances are, it was a logical assumption."
He moves over to the dresser and begins to unload his clothes neatly onto the floor.
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My Way
Mar 27, 2017 1:52:32 GMT -5
Post by Lieutenant Tolar Demor on Mar 27, 2017 1:52:32 GMT -5
As the turbolift began to ascend, Asada would notice the familiar shadow appear in the corner of his eye. It draws closer, taunting him.
"We both know it won't be the same, Tibbie darling. Why do you insist on putting yourself through this charade?"
It was almost as if he could feel the breath on his neck, that scaled skin brushing against his as the shadow nuzzles him, wrapping its arms around him. Those lips brush against his flesh, the seductive whisper right in his ear.
"They'll never be like me."
And then, as the doors open, he's alone once again.
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The End
Mar 26, 2017 19:54:16 GMT -5
Post by Lieutenant Tolar Demor on Mar 26, 2017 19:54:16 GMT -5
Tiberius was clearly not the only one at a loss for words. Tolar's eyes were glued to his, his mouth open, as if to say something, but uncharacteristically unable to form a sentence. An uncomfortable pause hangs between the two for a moment, Tolar shifting on his feet and clearing his throat before he's finally able to articulate.
"I've... come to gather my belongings."
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Post by Lieutenant Tolar Demor on Mar 25, 2017 18:35:11 GMT -5
Tolar stared at the door controls for what felt like an eternity.
Perhaps sharing a room with him wasn't the best decision after all.
Still, he needed to return to gather his belongings. It took a lot of nerve to invoke an untested security protocol to remove the Captain from authority, especially during a tense ship to ship stand-off, but it couldn't be left to chance. The slightest possibility of his counterpart being in their midst presented a far greater danger than those pathetic K'Tinga-class scrap heaps. V'Tira understood that, but would Tiberius? Probably not.
Especially not after that kick to the head.
Tolar winced. That wasn't his proudest moment. Normally so measured and professional, he'd allowed the anger to consume him, and acted irrationally. He suspected that the Captain was an imposter, but given that he didn't know, he should have restrained himself. But the adrenaline, the escalation, and the idea of that monster being the one lying there being in the front of his mind, he lost control.
He'd tried to brush his memories of the assaults aside soon after the initial incident, at first attempting to reason with his attacker, but ultimately, it still haunted him. He had no control then, either. He was a puppet, and his free will was useless. That man controlled every aspect of him, his memories, and his emotions. He hadn't felt that helpless since he saw his mother savagely beaten as a young boy. He remembered her cries of agony, her suffering. Only unlike his mother, no one was there to come to his rescue. While he watched from his subconscious mind, his body was used like a toy, consciously unaware.
And the man behind that door shares the same face that held his gaze with a triumphant smirk every time.
His body shook involuntarily at the vivid memory, his eyes glassing over with angry tears as he took a deep breath to try and compose himself. The longer he stood here, the longer he'd dwell on it. Exhaling, he pressed the door chime, looking down at the carpet as he mentally prepared himself for the assuredly interesting interaction that was about to unfold.
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Post by Lieutenant Tolar Demor on Mar 11, 2017 14:36:10 GMT -5
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Post by Lieutenant Tolar Demor on Mar 8, 2017 16:34:08 GMT -5
"Do you remember when you were taken prisoner, in the other universe?" Tolar's eyes shift from Tiberius to the box of chocolates, averting eye contact.
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Post by Lieutenant Tolar Demor on Mar 7, 2017 20:12:41 GMT -5
Tolar is under the bed covers, facing away from the door. Upon hearing Tiberius enter, he rolls over to look at him. He freezes momentarily, as if trying to assess a threat, then relaxes. Sitting up, he stretches. "Thalian chocolates?" A weary smile tugs at the corners of his mouth.
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Post by Lieutenant Tolar Demor on Jan 25, 2017 16:23:36 GMT -5
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Post by Lieutenant Tolar Demor on Dec 29, 2016 18:04:29 GMT -5
Tolar cringes with revulsion at the mention of kanar. "Kanar isn't liqueur, kanar is dumpster swill reserved for low-class people with no standards. I'm talking about kralin or madralo." His face lights up. Clearly, he holds these beverages in the highest of esteem. "Unfortunately, you never see them outside of the homeworld. I'd get you some, but I already used up my one special 'diplomat's son' favor of the year for your Christmas present. The booze will have to wait until we finally get to visit." He grins, eating a spoonful of Tiberius' chili. His face twists in thought as he chews the beef, his head tilting as he tries to articulate his opinion. "Truthfully, I never was one for overly spicy food, but this has just the right level of kick."
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Post by Lieutenant Tolar Demor on Dec 23, 2016 22:03:40 GMT -5
Vic's theme:
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Post by Lieutenant Tolar Demor on Dec 14, 2016 18:10:35 GMT -5
"I think it was closer to home than you realize. I don't know how, but you got stuck on the holodeck." He takes a sip from the glass, swishing it around in his mouth a bit before swallowing. "Very... Earth-y taste. Remind me to introduce you to Cardassian liqueur."
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