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Posted: Sun Aug 03, 2008 10:29 am
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Posted: Sun Aug 03, 2008 2:53 pm
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Azasael Leonheart Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Aug 04, 2008 6:00 am
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In the kitchens, a flurry of activity near the pantry door was taking place. Four scullery maids and the Cook were holding back a struggling white haired girl from entering said pantry.
It had been a year, and Azasael was no longer the redhead she had been previously. Her fighting skills were improving somewhat - though she still spent more of her time eating and indulging herself than practicing and brushing up her skills. She was also less of the lunatic she had been, due to the massive shock that she had gained several pounds over the past few months. Overall, she was healthy and capricious and loquacious as ever.
"I need to get food! Lots of food!" she explained hurriedly to the irate maids and Cook. "I'm heading to the Kingdom of Volcrom! I heard the people there are decidedly stingy with food, so I'm gonna pack all I can eat! I'm a growing child! Really!"
Her protests were in vain, however, as she was thrown out the back door by a hefty looking guard.
"Lord Xoul and Lady Evangeline aren't here to protect you anymore, squirt!" the guard hissed at her. "You're banned from the kitchens until you learn to control your diet!"
"What a p***k," Azasael muttered as she walked off as haughtily as she could, back into her quarters to resume packing her provisions.
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Posted: Mon Aug 04, 2008 6:59 am
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Posted: Mon Aug 04, 2008 9:56 am
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Posted: Tue Aug 05, 2008 7:11 am
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Azasael Leonheart Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Aug 05, 2008 7:20 am
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Posted: Tue Aug 05, 2008 7:29 am
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She proceeded to walk through the town, heading in the direction of Volcrom. She didn't exactly know the way there, but she figured she could survive on asking for directions from passersby. Along the way, she marched on the gutter while chewing thoughtfully on a ham sandwich.
"I suppose," she said loudly to herself as she walked, oblivious to the stares the townspeople gave her, "I could go left. But what if I get lost? No wait, I'm already lost. Which way, which way, oh which way? AHA! I shall do what normal people would do!"
She headed to a sundry store with a gleeful smile. "One map, please?"
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Azasael Leonheart Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Aug 05, 2008 7:40 am
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Posted: Tue Aug 05, 2008 8:28 am
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"I say!" Azasael squeaked as she wandered aimlessly through a vast stretch of grass that seemingly led to nowhere. "That man in the store practically swindled me! THAT SWINE!"
Apparently said swindler had peddled a cheap rip-off inaccurate map to Azasael, who was fuming mad at the moment as she made her way through the wide expanse of land. This was entirely unexpected, but being the careless person she was, Azasael hadn't bothered to check the map properly before leaving the town far behind. It wasn't until noon when she realized she had no idea where she was and decided to refer to said map - only it turned out to be...
"Entirely ridiculous piece of junk!" she hissed at the offensive parchment and tossed it to the ground. "How on earth am I supposed to find my way out of this place?"
Muttering crossly to herself, Azasael trudged on, stopping at a bubbling stream to refill her water canteen. She sat cross-legged on the grass and looked around blankly. All of a sudden, she leaped up and gasped. There was an old creaky signboard not far up ahead - this could be her ticket out of here!
She grabbed her canteen and rushed towards the signboard, only to find it had rotted with age. She could still read part of the engraved letters, though.
"Two hundred something miles to Tristan," she read aloud. Her eyes bugged. "Man, that's really far. But I'll get there, even if it takes years without food."
...Hopefully.
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Azasael Leonheart Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Aug 10, 2008 9:39 pm
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Posted: Mon Aug 11, 2008 1:33 pm
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