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 Posted: Mon Apr 02, 2007 5:30 pm
Amara looked at the ball curiously.
"It looks kind of... small. A grenade is almost five times the size of that little thing. It is difficult to accept how something so small can hold more power in itself that something so much larger than itself."
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Posted: Mon Apr 02, 2007 5:34 pm
"Is it really though? You hold in you far more power than myself, and in many different ways also, yet you are so much smaller than me. Things change over time, technology becomes more advanced and people are able to create powerful things in smaller spaces. The best thing about this, is that it can be reused. I would demonstrate, but i fear that it would engulf the tavern in the blast radius."
He then finished his glass of whiskey with a smile, and chucked the empty bottle into the bin behind the counter.
"Come, my darling wife, it is time that we... enjoy each others company after our parting."
He said with a wink, taking her small pale hand within his and gently leading her out the inn door.
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Posted: Mon Apr 02, 2007 9:32 pm
Approaching the bar, she paused at the door, expecting Takara to enter right away. Rather to her surprise, he offered her to lead. Bobbing her head rather shyly, she entered the room, speaking softly as she went. "Thank you, Takara." Entering the room, she took a few steps in before turning to him and bobbing her head. "If you would care to pick a place to seat, all you need do is name what type of tea you would like."
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Posted: Tue Apr 03, 2007 8:14 pm
Cookie crumbs lead way to a small demon sitting behind the couch munching on oreos and flipping through his latest edition of Playboy.
Jackie Zewo tinx Ashley pwetty
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Star VanHelsing Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Apr 03, 2007 8:16 pm
"Hello Jackie" Star says as she brings him a gallon of Milk and a cold glass from the freezer. "Here I thought you could use this" She ignores the fact that he is looking at a Playboy. She is just happy to see him again.
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Posted: Tue Apr 03, 2007 8:22 pm
Tank you miss pwetty lady.
He takes the milk, gulps deeply then belches loudly.
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Star VanHelsing Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Apr 03, 2007 8:23 pm
"You're welcome little one, is there anything else that your heart desires tonight? she says as she heads back to the bar. "You're excused Jackie."
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Posted: Tue Apr 03, 2007 8:26 pm
Jumping up, he peers over the back of the couch as he scratches his head.
wot u bein' so nice fo? U wanna kill me?
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Star VanHelsing Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Apr 03, 2007 8:28 pm
~JaCkIe ZeRo~ Jumping up, he peers over the back of the couch as he scratches his head.
wot u bein' so nice fo? U wanna kill me? "No I don't wanna kill you, I am being nice because that is what I like to do." she blushes as she rounds the bar. Unbenounst to Jackie, Star has had a crush on him for a long time...
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Posted: Tue Apr 03, 2007 8:34 pm
Flopping down, he goes back to his task of cookies and porn.
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Star VanHelsing Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Apr 03, 2007 8:37 pm
Returns to her task, she starts by reorganizing the cupboards and raising any food off of the lower cabinets so that any bugs that may be lingering on the ground can't get in it. She brings in from the kitchen the step stool so that people like Jackie can still get to their favorite treats.
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Posted: Tue Apr 03, 2007 8:40 pm
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Star VanHelsing Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Apr 03, 2007 8:41 pm
She wonders what has caused this reaction in Jackie. She is just trying to keep the place rodent free and he is getting tempramental again today.
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Posted: Tue Apr 03, 2007 8:44 pm
He runs around to the front of the couch.
piders!
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Star VanHelsing Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Apr 03, 2007 8:45 pm
Runs over behind the couch and stomps the spiders to death for him and then returns to behind the bar and the task at hand.
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