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 Posted: Sat Aug 06, 2005 6:26 am
"AAaaaaaAAAAaaaaH!" screamed Lynn. She was yanked out of the pile and dragged several feet by Chamoka. "Hey, waitaminute! Lemme stand up first! I just got this outfit drycleaned!" pouted Lynn. That was a rather stupid request, seeing as how she was already covered in dirt from head to toe.
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Posted: Sat Aug 06, 2005 7:06 am
"Hurry up woman! We've got questions and a certain old man has answers!" She directed (or dragged) Lynn back to the outhouse.
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Posted: Sat Aug 06, 2005 8:15 am
"But...but...What if he left?" whined Lynn. She didn't feel like going back into that smelly, abandoned outhouse.
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Posted: Sat Aug 06, 2005 1:34 pm
"Left? The man was life-threatoningly maimed! He ain't goin' nowhere" She finally drug them into the outhouse.
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Posted: Sun Aug 07, 2005 1:07 pm
"Waaaah...." whined Lynn. She made an expression similar to this: gonk . "Why do I always pick the bad hiding places...?" For the first time, she noticed how dark it was in that outhouse.
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Posted: Sun Aug 07, 2005 5:12 pm
Out of her pockets she pulled a very small flash light and demanded Lynn hold it.
"I don't care what this buzzard says..." She growled. She took the long cloak the the man had been wearing and tightly bound the wound in his gut.
"He's.....barely alive," She swallowed with concern, "for a guy who wants to die he's holdin' on pretty good. Grab his legs Lynn.....we're gonna try to do this as discretely as possible." With this command she took a gentle hold of his shoulders.
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Posted: Mon Aug 08, 2005 11:51 am
Batrias...
Batrias...
Batrias...
What is it you want of me?
He rushes towards a point of light, far in the distance. He can tell how fast he is going by how much the light grows. He understands that he is in corridor of some sort, and that he is not the only object moving towards the light. He thinks of it as bright hole, the opposite of a black hole...only, if it were opposite, he would be pushed away, not drawn in...
You are the Eternal promised to us. Come now, on the final journey, to the source of power behind all the worlds that ever were.
Batrias does not respond, as he is not sure what to say. Distantly, he remembers forcing a sword into a girl's hands and running himself up up the hilt.
I am dead?
You remain between the worlds only long enough to understand that nature of what you must see. Come, for time is short.
Batrias, not knowing what else to do, follows.
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Posted: Tue Aug 09, 2005 2:18 pm
Chamoka sneaked a peek out of a cracked door. Waiting until Talpa turned his back to the out house.
"When I say so, go, 'kay Lynn... Quietly," She cracked open the door a little more. With a gentle heave she took a more stable grip on the bleeding man.
"Nnnnnnnow!" She whispered.
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Posted: Thu Aug 11, 2005 7:37 am
Talpa, feeling more out of place than ever, begins to realize that the situation is slowly collapsing all around him. He has no control over anything, and the armors are different in this time than what they were in his time. There is also Dannin and Saberstryke to consider- Talpa never had the chance to know if their mission came off successfully, so he cannot say what impact kidnapping Kayura had, if any.
He stands immobile as a statue, letting his mind work out what he must do next.
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Posted: Sun Aug 14, 2005 1:57 pm
Lynn blinked. "What am I supposed to do again? I was busy spacing out..." Lynn whispered. She tried to go outside while attempting to hold the bleeding man. "I want a pickle."
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Posted: Fri Aug 19, 2005 11:00 am
stare "Follow my lead"
Chamoka slipped quietly out the door holding her breath, hoping that Talpa would remain preoccupied, Batrias would stay quiet (one can never pradict a pain enduced groan), and Lynn would stay focused long enough for them to at least get behind the out house.
"So far....so good..."
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Posted: Fri Aug 19, 2005 4:20 pm
gonk "Chamoka, I think he's slipping..." whispered Lynn with a pained expression on her face.
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Posted: Fri Aug 19, 2005 5:48 pm
eek "N-n-n-n-n-n-n-no" Chamoka whispered....sounding much like a car starting. "he's too dang slimy!.....ew." gonk
Her hands were losing grip on his shoulders.
"Movemovemovemove" she scooted quicker in her desparet endever, hoping, yet again, that Lynn would focuse......and keep up.
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Posted: Sat Aug 20, 2005 10:51 am
Lynn nearly panicked, but she somehow managed to keep her cool and follow Chamoka's lead. Unbeknownst to her friend, Lynn was planning an alternate escape route in case this one failed.
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Posted: Mon Aug 22, 2005 2:02 pm
Chamoka slipped behind to outhouse to gain a better grip on Batrias....
"great....now what"
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