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 Posted: Tue Nov 28, 2006 8:10 pm
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Posted: Mon Dec 04, 2006 9:32 am
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Posted: Mon Dec 04, 2006 10:05 am
*Melliandra mock yawns* Isn't that what we just did back in the library, dear?
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Posted: Mon Dec 04, 2006 10:08 am
*Luke frowns a little, clicks his lips, and asks.* Where are we going?
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Posted: Mon Dec 04, 2006 10:10 am
*Tavin turns to Luke* Outside this place. Into the area surrounding it. It's remote, and magic works there. So we won't be disturbed.
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Posted: Mon Dec 04, 2006 10:11 am
Then by all means, Tavin, lead on! *She winks at Luke* Wouldn't want to risk one of us fading out while you dawdle.
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Posted: Mon Dec 04, 2006 10:17 am
*Still frowning, Luke meets Melliandra's eye. If there was a risk. Luke's not certain there is any more. He takes a moment to ask Tavin.* Is there anything specific that I need to do for this?
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Posted: Mon Dec 04, 2006 10:21 am
*Tavin shakes his head*
Keep your eyes closed when Melliandra draws the glyphs. Other than that, we need you most of all NOT to freak out on us. This isn't exactly going to be like a frat party, Luke. You need to keep your calm while Melliandra does the ritual.
*Tavin opens the door*
Okay folks. Its time...
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Posted: Mon Dec 04, 2006 10:25 am
*Melli strolls right through without hesitation*
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Posted: Mon Dec 04, 2006 10:41 am
* This isn't exactly going to be like a frat party?... Luke looks away, so Tavin won't see the condescending stare he's certain is in place. Tavin's telling HIM to keep his cool. What did he think Luke had been DOING this ENTIRE time with Melliandra?* *Even as he sees Melliandra leave, Luke gives himself a second. Christ. He has to get himself in check. He has to do this. This is what he came here for. He expels a deep breath and nods.* Yeah. I got it. *That said, he follows after Melliandra.* **Exit Luke to The Grey Pg. 1**
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Posted: Tue Dec 05, 2006 10:41 am
Fading in, Janani wipes a bead of sweat from her brow. She looks like she's been exercising, and it might be no wonder she's sweating in the heavy clothes she's wearing. Closing her eyes as she adjust to the rather sudden darkness, she hears the light plop which can mean only one thing. She wears something between a smile and a frown on her lips as she knows that it is only in the Brink in which she cannot Bind. She turns around and bends down to pick up her WhiteRose.
I wonder if anybody is here...
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Posted: Tue Dec 05, 2006 1:03 pm
She heaves a sigh as she takes her earmuffs off and shakes the last few flakes of half-melted snow from her hair.
I guess not...
She wanders over to the bar as she ponders taking her heavy jacket off. The only concern is that she could fade out at any time... Being below freezing and still snowing where she'd come from, some humans might think it strange if they saw her only in underwear under the heavy outerwear... She sighs again... Why did such tough decisions always have to crop up? Shaking her head, she makes her way around the bar.
Okay... If I remember correctly...that nice Tavin said I could have whatever I like when I come here...
She bends down slightly to open a cabinet...
Let's see...
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Posted: Tue Dec 05, 2006 6:42 pm
Janani taps the bar as she takes a sip from a bottle she found. It happens to be a fairly strong liquor, but she doesn't even seem phased by it...even though she's had about half the bottle so far. She just stares out over the empty room as she looks at her cat plushie.
You know... I never did find out why I can't Bind here...
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Posted: Tue Dec 05, 2006 7:53 pm
Getting bored, Janani wished she knew how to 'blink out' earlier than this place...wanted. She supposed that was the right word as she finishes off whatever liquor she found herself.
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Posted: Thu Dec 07, 2006 8:05 pm
*Gunsinger fades in... a cigarette burning in his mouth and a pair of saddlebags strapped over his shoulder.... he looks around and frowns.. then sets the saddelbags down on a chair.... they are heavy.. and seem somewhat damp and musty...*
Here again...
*Gunsinger draws the string off the hammer of his pistol and makes his way to the bar after takeing account of his suroundings... after the night he's had a drink was surely in order. He pours himself a bourbon and turns around to face the barroom... his eyes locking on the saddlebags... never leaving them as he removes his ciggarette and takes a drink*
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