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 Posted: Tue Aug 08, 2006 6:55 am
Sophie sighed loudly, wondering if what her father said was about about the boys on the island was right.
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Posted: Tue Aug 08, 2006 6:58 am
Aonice rolled her eyes, "See, you wanna give this guy the responsibility of a date" She spoke to sophie with a sly smile, then began to walk off towards the game store...
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Posted: Tue Aug 08, 2006 8:36 am
Rioushu watched Aonice walk away to the game store and then scooted back to being inches away from Sophie. "Alright, now that I've gotten rid of her, what do you want to do?" Rioushu asked.
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Posted: Tue Aug 08, 2006 8:50 am
Sophie realized that Rioushu was right there and sat up straight.
"Well, I am not too familiar with the island, so I was hoping that you knew all the 'happening' spots around here."
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Posted: Tue Aug 08, 2006 9:02 am
Rioushu sat up as well, pushing his chair back under the table. He then thought of any 'happening' spots around the island. "Well, there is the fighting arena, wanna go there?" Rioushu asked.
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Posted: Tue Aug 08, 2006 9:06 am
Sophie nodded; thinking that maybe watching a few fights would be rather entertaining.
"Sure, just walk me home so I can change out of my bathing suit."
sweatdrop
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Posted: Tue Aug 08, 2006 9:10 am
Rioushu grinned at her and nodded, offering his arm. "Alright, I guess you would distract the fighter with that body." Rioushu said, ready to go.
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Posted: Tue Aug 08, 2006 9:15 am
Sophie nodded at the comment and then realized what he ment. She blushed and took his arm, leading him back to her home.
(Mercury's and Nom's House would be were we are going. I'll post first there.)
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Posted: Thu Aug 10, 2006 11:41 pm
Warren walked up to the Purunrun Loop and sat at the edge of the odd looking fountain. "Come in...father..." he says as he pulls out a walkie talkie and speaks into it.
"yes? Warren is that you?" a voice asks comming from the other end.
"yeah, it's me, I have made it to the island in tact, so far I have seen few people and nothing seems suspicious about them...maby i have finally gotten away..." He says.
"Nonsense, always be on your guard." The voice says.
"Will do, I will report back later, over and out." he says as he pockets the walkie talkie and looks around at the rather empty place.
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Posted: Fri Aug 11, 2006 12:28 pm
Warren streatches and stands up grabbing onto his suitcase. "well....I'm hungry..." he says as he looks ariund and sees a building in the distance, he grabbs a pair of binoculars and looks around untill he spots a building called the Catty Cafe. "that'll do.." he says as he pockets the binoculars and heads twords the place ((next post int he Catty Cafe))
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Posted: Tue Sep 26, 2006 3:31 pm
*Heading down into the town itself, Rake brazenly walked the streets, unphased by how different it looked to the average human. Passing palm trees, it smiled as its blight crept over them, the tarmac beneath its boots melting and remaining tacky after each step. Stretching out its wings, it watched as a darkness plagues the glass store fronts, fine dark lines running like cracks over the transparent material until it reflected in the same way as oil and obsidian.
It merely walked the street to familirise itself with the island in its entirety and make its presence known to the mundane folk who merely manned the stores and rarely seemed to involve themselves in anything other than money making.
It did however keep one eye open in hopes of an antique book store or library...*
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Posted: Tue Sep 26, 2006 4:23 pm
((Does Rake really expect to find something like that on an Island that is basically tropical resort..? xd ))
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Posted: Wed Sep 27, 2006 12:03 am
((Nope, it just always has an eye out for rareities. It would but unusual for it NOT to enter human habitation and keep one eye open. Besides which the literature IT is interested in turns up all over the place))
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Posted: Wed Sep 27, 2006 10:37 am
((Hmm... question. This sword is suppose to be one of Rake's "siblings", right? Is said sibling male or female? Because Gatz knows the exact location of every girl on the island at any given moment. xd Makes tracking Rake's female body pretty easy for him, too.))
A man in a wide-brimmed straw hat pushed a cart of nicknacks along, humming gently to himself as walked along. The ritticky wooden stand on wheels seemed to have just a little of everything on it... books, magazines, glue, toys, candy, shields, armor, chairs, rocks, banjos, cans, meat-on-stick. There were even a couple of swords, though none of them were worth looking at more than once.
The man, his face hidden by the large hat, passed right by Rake without batting an eye. As he did so, it became clear that the 'humming' was actually quiet singing...
Subtle blade, oh subtle blade!
For 'tally ho' and promanade
One and seven, seven and me
Lead this fair land to tradgy
Soul sharp blade, soul sharp blade!
Tis for you that one doth bade
Cut more quickly than a knife
But in the end consumes his life
Dear old blade, dear old friend!
I'm afraid the time is at an end
Consuming wants consume the soul
But I simply rather'd take stroll.
Gatz glanced over at the Daemon and smiled, pulling the cart of junk to a halt.
"Good evening there, fellow thingamabob Rake! In the market for something today?"
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Posted: Wed Sep 27, 2006 11:17 am
Always in the market for some things, yes.
*It didnt stop walking however, dragging its taint behind it as it passed Gatz, the taint creeping over the wood of his cart*
You dont have what I want though.
((The sword it seeks is indeed the prison of its brother. And dont count on Rake STAYING female if it doesnt want to. The Daemons are whatever they CHOOSE to be))
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