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WhimsicalCow Vice Captain
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 Posted: Tue Oct 04, 2005 8:54 pm
I amna certain, myself . . . but I imagine it mustna be so very different from most people. *she leans back in her chair* 'Tis just this place, pulling people in from different times, makes it strange.
Children grow so very quickly as it is . ..
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Posted: Tue Oct 04, 2005 9:03 pm
How is your son? :::Cora smiled::: Will?
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WhimsicalCow Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Oct 04, 2005 9:07 pm
He's well, I thank ye. *Maggie smiles back at her* Eager to be out and playing as much as he can now before winter sets in.
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Posted: Tue Oct 04, 2005 9:07 pm
A slight snoring began to ressonate from behind the bar, and to call it slight would be a gross understatement. Johnathan Hunter to his once-Brothers, also known as Kane to his...bretheren, had faded in behind the bar quite asleep, and wrapped up pretty well to boot. Even for his considerable height and bulk the robe was large enough to conceal his entire body under a layer of brown cloth and the dusts of The Wastes.
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Posted: Tue Oct 04, 2005 9:11 pm
I'm glad to h-
:::Cora is cut off from her own thought by the horrible sound of breathing. From the sound of it, whatever was making the breathing noise had a very decent-sized lung capacity:::
Maggie... Please sit there for a moment...
:::Cora got up very quietly, and moved silently towards the bar:::
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Posted: Tue Oct 04, 2005 9:13 pm
*Maggie pales and goes very still at the sound. She looks to Cora, wide-eyed, and nods slowly. She rises slowly as Cora approaches the bar, but doesn't follow behind her, just stands there tensely clenching her hands*
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WhimsicalCow Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Oct 04, 2005 9:17 pm
Johnathan doesn't stir in his sleep aside from the slow rise and fall of his rather large chest. His entire 8 feet 5 inches (variation from bio, which needs changed) were curled into a near fetal position and not even a single bristly hair was visible, the cloth sturdy enough to resist the resilient fur from protruding through. Let sleeping dogs lie might apply...if he wasn't such a nice guy and needed to get up two hours ago.
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Posted: Tue Oct 04, 2005 9:22 pm
:::Cora peered over, hoping that it was just Janani or something... but she could smell that it wasn't... something much mor musky was behind that counter:::
:::It took her a moment to figure out what she was looking at...she really had no idea anyway once the thought settled in. She leaned back away from it and stepped quietly back in Maggie's direction:::
Maggie... :::She whispered:::
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WhimsicalCow Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Oct 04, 2005 9:23 pm
Aye? *Maggie whispers back*
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Posted: Tue Oct 04, 2005 9:26 pm
Johnathan twitched beneath his robes, shuffling a bit to reveal a tanned, muscular underbelly much larger than that of a human's. He scratched his belly and murmered, though rather loudly and deep, but oddly cute, "I wanna ride da gecko mommy, please..."
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Posted: Tue Oct 04, 2005 9:31 pm
:::She whispers closely:::
Maggie... this stranger is very large, and I do not know them... it might not be safe...
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Posted: Tue Oct 04, 2005 9:34 pm
*Maggie bites her lip, unsure of what to do. Her first instinct is to just get herself and Cora out of here if there's danger, but Cora has nowhere to leave to anymore, and Maggie wouldn't be able to bring her to her own time right now. The guest rooms might not be much safer, either*
What . .. do ye think we should do? *she whispers back. She knows Cora's much more of a fighter, but she doesn't want to let her friend face possible danger alone*
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WhimsicalCow Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Oct 04, 2005 9:38 pm
Johnathan twitched in his sleep and began mumbling a bit more. He scratched his belly and then with a quiuck thrust from one of his muscular legs he slammed into the cabinet and propelled his head into the shelving under the bar. He would soon be getting up and cursing the Bar, "What in the name of the great Plutonius is a bar doing in the middle of the god forsaken Wastes?!" He glanced up during his rant, giving a friendly wave with a clawed hand, "Hi, hold on." He started pointing at the bar under his robes, which revealed his midsection and some of his face, "You better have some Gamma Gulp for waking me up dammit!"
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Posted: Tue Oct 04, 2005 9:52 pm
:::Cora gasped at the loud noise and then the awakening. She stood in front of Maggie, instinctively. The new resident didn't seem violent... she didn't think...but you could never be too sure:::
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WhimsicalCow Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Oct 04, 2005 9:53 pm
*Maggie jumps at the noise and stares around Cora's shoulder at the creature behind the bar in a combination of fear and utter confusion*
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