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 Posted: Wed Nov 15, 2006 7:18 pm
~the dust ain't so pleasent to talk to, so, how about you?~
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Posted: Wed Nov 15, 2006 7:23 pm
*flail sipped his drink before replying*oh i'm fairly pleasant to speak to i guess
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Posted: Wed Nov 15, 2006 7:27 pm
*levitates near flail and "sits" on the air*~so, you ever hear of something called the Eye of Horus...wait, you would probably know it better as the philosopher's stone~
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Posted: Wed Nov 15, 2006 7:30 pm
yup, i've heard and seen one actually, course it belongs to a very large dragon clan, very sacred to them. not sure how they made it though
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Posted: Wed Nov 15, 2006 7:33 pm
*reaches into jacket*~I bet you've never seen it in this form~*pulls out a vile containing a thick, milkey white substance*~this is it in its edible form~
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Posted: Wed Nov 15, 2006 7:45 pm
*flail peered at the vial and made a face*bleh, doesn't look very appitizing to me. sorry but i have to go for a bit. *he downed the rest of his drink and smiled*maybe we can talk more later*he turned and walked out the door to attend to matters at hand*
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Posted: Wed Nov 15, 2006 7:47 pm
~ok, whatever~ *he stretches out mid air and falls asleep*
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Posted: Thu Nov 16, 2006 3:26 pm
Reeve woke up with a start, practically leaping out of his chair at the bar. He pulled off his blindfold and rubbed the scars along his eyes. "I hate that dream..."
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Posted: Thu Nov 16, 2006 3:52 pm
Fox walked in to the room his hat was on his head covering his ears as he headed over to the bar. All of his weapons where on him the sword in a loop on the back of his belt and the dagers like alwase two on eatch sids , the gun that he was given for hell knows what reson was on a leg holster that was on his right leg. The reson he was armered to the teath was unknown even to him. He made his way from teh bar after geting a drenk to a table proping his feet on the table and leening back in his chear. The hat on his head was pulled over his face as the stick to a lollypop was hanging out of his mouth.
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Posted: Thu Nov 16, 2006 4:16 pm
"Well, it sounds to me like someone is armed for battle." Reeve said with a slight smile as he begun to put his blindfold back on.
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Posted: Thu Nov 16, 2006 4:20 pm
" Not realy sir. I just like to be redy." Fox said as he fliped the brim of his hat up out of his eye. he looked over at Reeve smileing softly even thow he knew he could not see it ."So how are you today sir?" He said in a happy but thoutfilled voce.
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Posted: Thu Nov 16, 2006 4:28 pm
"Ah, it's you Fox." He finished tieing his blindfold and smiled. "I actually just woke up, so I suppose I am well. And what about yourself?" Reeve turned so that he was facing Fox.
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Posted: Thu Nov 16, 2006 4:30 pm
The sound of whistling rang in the room, yet it didn't seem to stem from anyone. Soon, a man walked right through the wall of the fireplace, his hands in his pockets, his face hid behind glasses, whistling the haunting melody. He continued his small stride through the couch, passing through it like a ghost would. To any humans, he was invisible, yet any supernatural creatures could see him plainly.
Plopping onto a chair, he soun around a little, still whistling then giggling to himself, pulling a tattered book out and drawing a pencil from behind his ear. Perhaps something was here to sketch...to draw...to write about even.
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Posted: Thu Nov 16, 2006 4:32 pm
"Been better, been worse you know. Still haveing my little head racked around by whatever lives wiht in me. Still trying to show people my worth. Same old i geuss. " he said sucking on hus lolliepop. " I have a question for you. It is about your eyes, if you dont mind?"
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Posted: Thu Nov 16, 2006 4:34 pm
Ethereal_Chorus The sound of whistling rang in the room, yet it didn't seem to stem from anyone. Soon, a man walked right through the wall of the fireplace, his hands in his pockets, his face hid behind glasses, whistling the haunting melody. He continued his small stride through the couch, passing through it like a ghost would. To any humans, he was invisible, yet any supernatural creatures could see him plainly.
Plopping onto a chair, he soun around a little, still whistling then giggling to himself, pulling a tattered book out and drawing a pencil from behind his ear. Perhaps something was here to sketch...to draw...to write about even. Fox's hand wnet to his side as the man came in. Not geting any badfeeling from him he was just geting redy. " So sir, what brengs you to this place." he siad as he shifted his head over to the man that just stroled in to the room trew a wall.
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