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 Posted: Mon May 25, 2009 4:25 pm
Ontaros shrugs "It all depends on what your goal is, I got the very same answer, but I'm very glad to hear it. I am sorry to see you disappointed by this though." He gives her a slightly crocked smile, trying to encourage her a little.
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Posted: Mon May 25, 2009 4:30 pm
Well. Maybe my luck will change. *Sexeya gets up and wraps her arms around one of Ontaros's and smiles at him sweetly* Hey, why don't you show me to my room?
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Posted: Mon May 25, 2009 4:35 pm
Ontaros's face brightens back up, "There ya go, thats the spirit!" When she asks him to show her to her room he thinks a moment and then looks to Silverfang "Well, I guess I'll be showing Sexeya to her room then..." He nods off into the crowd towards another Ontaros out dancing in the crowd, still enjoying the music. "I'll be up in a minute, I just really like the rythme." He laughs a little bit and nods to Sexeya "Alright, shall we?"
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Posted: Mon May 25, 2009 4:40 pm
Alright. I'll see you later then.
>>SilverFang smiles and waves before turning to the next person in line, a young man sits down and faces SilverFang with a nervous air...<<
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Posted: Mon May 25, 2009 4:45 pm
*Sexeya stays wrapped around his arm, but her eyes bulg a little at the other Ontaros.* What? *An illusion? She didn't think so. So he had, for a short time, 3 of him running around? Were there more? Which was the real one? Maybe she was going after a clone. No, it had a soul.*
You're just full of surprises, aren't you Ontaros. *a pause* Yes, lead on
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Posted: Mon May 25, 2009 5:02 pm
Ontaros gets a little bit of a fiendish grin when he replies "You have no idea my dear..." He laughs as they keep walking back towards the castle and make thier way towards the living quarters. He looks over to Sexeya and tips his head to the side.
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Posted: Mon May 25, 2009 5:40 pm
>>After the young man stands, feeling less anxious, SilverFang looks after were Ontaros and Sexeya dissappeared to. Silently she asks the pendulum a question<<
Do I have any reason to worry about Ontaros?
>>She lets it rest till it begins to turn of it's own valition. She looks at the pendulum and lets out a sigh. She smiles and calls the next person<<
I knew there wasn't anyone who could hurt Ontaros
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Posted: Tue May 26, 2009 7:52 am
OOC: Sorry for the delay; neither my hand nor my father is doing any better.
BIC: *For his part -- a reasonable distance from the pendulum, but close enough to observe -- the man called Dragonbait chuckles softly. Knowing that the succubus's goal is to be denied actually gives him a small bit of amusement, and quite a bit of hope; apparently, their host is not the total lunatic he portrays. That, or he's so completely insane he doesn't care what he's not getting. But the alpha female, SilverFang, seems to have ... slightly purer motives for her interest, and that makes 'Bait tend to sympathize more with her.*
*And there, approaching them both, is what could only be the person SilverFang had originally thought 'Bait to be: a blond, stocky, excessively shaggy female. Except for her breasts, there is a vague resemblance ... but not enough to cause such mistaken identity in broad daylight. Not that he intends to introduce himself right now anyway; right now, he's content to just observe.*
*And he needs to observe better, apparently. Because a young werewolf, probably not more than eighteen months, is sniffing at his ankles and thinking perhaps they're a fire hydrant. Inter-species conflict starting in 5 ... 4 ... 3 ... 2 ... *
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Posted: Tue May 26, 2009 12:10 pm
OOC: lmao, count down to baits further discontent initiated! and i'm sorry to hear about your hand and father, i wish ya both the best.
IC: The Ontaros that was out in the crowd walks in over towards the group hovering about his favorite Moon Child and he nods to Silver. "When you get a moment, may I take some of your time?" He waits patiently while she 'works her magic' for her to respond.
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Posted: Tue May 26, 2009 12:15 pm
Cinder pokes his head up and over a shoulder with his head tilted, most of his weight resting on his crutch to see what it is that Silverfang was up to. He saw the pendulum moving about and was curious about what she was doing, but since she was busy and he wasn't dying to know he takes a few unsteady steps backwards and then turns around and finds a seat not far off to rest in. He drops into place with a sigh and lays his aid down beside the chair and sits back in it quietly.
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Posted: Tue May 26, 2009 12:37 pm
OOC: He's not discontent; he's just not comfortable yet.
BIC: *Glancing downward, he notes the source of the sudden unpleasant dampness on his boot, and Dragonbait contemplates just how solid a kick would be required to get him kicked off the SpellJammer. He finally decides against it, based on being outnumbered and several miles above the ground. Besides, the pup -- er, child -- um, whatever, is but a child. Sighing slightly, he pulls himself away from the tree 'pon which he'd been leaning and makes his way towards the overarmored man on crutches.*
Pardon me, but ... looks like you could use a hand.
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Posted: Tue May 26, 2009 12:46 pm
Cinder looks up at the yellow haired man that just approached him slightly caught off guard but when he realizes what this gentleman had said he smiles and shakes his head a little bit. Oh, no, it's okay, I'm going to settle in here for a while, just getting out of the castle to... he looks down at his crutch and then gives an awkward smile stretch my legs, if thats the word you could really use for this situation.
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Posted: Tue May 26, 2009 12:54 pm
Actually, 'twas your leg I was referring to. *He bows slightly.* I am a paladin, you see. I might be able to heal your injury ... at least enough so that the crutch was no longer required.
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Posted: Tue May 26, 2009 1:01 pm
Cinder looks at him a little surprised now and then he looks down to his legs and thinks. Well if you want to, I wont argue with you Sir, I'd certainly like to get back to my work with Master Ontaros. he smiles kindly.
OOC: Usually I know your pretty good about reading up on everything but just to make sure, the Spelljammer has a decently potent magic dampening field around it, yes I know Ont bounces all over the place and is practically exuding magic all the time, but that's why he likes living on the Spelljammer, think about casting up here is the equivalent running a mile with weights on your ankles, resistance training and what not.
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Posted: Tue May 26, 2009 1:14 pm
OOC: Actually, no, I hadn't noticed that. It could be argued that divine acts are different from normal spellcasting, but I think I have a compromise.
And, uh ... I do train with weights on my legs. And after this post, that's where I'm heading, as it turns out.
BIC: Well, let's see what happens. *He crouches down next to an injured limb, reaching out to touch it with one hand while touching the holy symbol about his neck with the other. The symbol isn't strictly necessary, but it does enhance things a bit. And quietly, 'Bait prays, for healing and for the opportunity to be useful.*
*And midway through the prayer, he notes something wrong. It's not that his prayer is being denied, but rather that the repairs taking place beneath his hand aren't as ... extensive as he'd normally expect. This, even with the cross-touching. Regardless, healing has occurred, and he's grateful for that. How much healing actually depends upon the patient's ability to walk afterwards.* That felt ... odd.
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