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Posted: Wed Apr 18, 2007 10:25 am
"Do you need help with anything?" He almost looked into her eyes but remembered his glasses were broken so refrained.
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Posted: Wed Apr 18, 2007 10:29 am
"No, not at all. I am just here to help when the help is needed." She noticed that his glasses were just a little impared. She pulled out her magic wand and in a matter of seconds, his glasses were fixed. Using one of the most simple incantations in the magic realm, she repared them.
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Star VanHelsing Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Apr 18, 2007 10:35 am
He was surprised and smiled as he slid his glasses on then allowed her to see his full face. (I am saving for glasses as we speak)
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Posted: Wed Apr 18, 2007 10:37 am
Arching a brow, she was mildly surprised to learn that Star knew magic also. She smiled but did not comment on this, only was glad to see someone else using their ability for kindness.
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Star VanHelsing Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Apr 18, 2007 10:38 am
She noticed his face after he slid the now fixed glasses on his face. She found him attractive. She kind of blushed a little. She really did think he was growing on him. (what kind and I will help you get them)
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Posted: Wed Apr 18, 2007 10:44 am
He touched her cheek without thought then drew his hand away quickly. "I'm...sorry..." (It is in my wishlist but you don't have to, thank you.)
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Star VanHelsing Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Apr 18, 2007 10:46 am
Taking him by the hand, she replied, "Don't be sorry."
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Posted: Wed Apr 18, 2007 10:52 am
He knew he felt cold to the touch but he allowed her to hold his left hand anyway. His right had been hidden. "I have to go for awhile Star." He stood then turned away and walked up to where she had said his room was.
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Star VanHelsing Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Apr 18, 2007 10:54 am
She wached him walk away with hopes that he would return. "Bye."
She walked thru the kitchen to the back door and went for a walk to digest everything that had just happened.
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Posted: Wed Apr 18, 2007 2:09 pm
Dax walked into the room with a bit of a yawn. Heading right for his normal seat he flopped down upon his chair, then as always kicke dhis legs up onto the face of the table
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Posted: Wed Apr 18, 2007 3:11 pm
(( someone post... I am at work and oh so very bored crying ))
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Posted: Wed Apr 18, 2007 3:27 pm
Archy looks around. Rather bored. He sits and looks around. His head hurt abit and he didnt know why. Shrugging it off, he makes himself his usual drink. He named it sin. Its a mixture of blood and alcohol. He sips it as he walks to a couch. As he sits his sheath clatters into his chain mail making a rather peircing angellic noise.
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Posted: Wed Apr 18, 2007 3:38 pm
Dax turned his head to the side a bit, looking towards the new person to the room. His deep purple eyes scanned the person over abit before Dax turned his head back to where it was. With a deep yawn mixed with a growl that sounded like something between a demon's battle cry and an angels begging screams of mercy he let out a long stretch, cracking his neck several times in the process. evening
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Posted: Wed Apr 18, 2007 3:43 pm
Looking over the man he places a cigarette in his mouth. "..is it?.. its funny how you can lose track of time.." The cigarette lights in his mouth by itself. He takes a deep drag, inhaling all the smoke and toxins from the cigarette. He exhales abit creating circles of smoke.
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Posted: Wed Apr 18, 2007 3:49 pm
Dax gave a light smirk thinking about the question. Time was something that Dax knew all to well, but something that he could not decide if he loved, or hated. Indeed it is... One day you walking the lands on a world just created... The next moment, you are sitting in a bar within that very world. He gave another light laugh with his comment.
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