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 Posted: Tue Jun 20, 2006 1:59 pm
"... ... What? Why are you looking at me like that?"
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Posted: Tue Jun 20, 2006 2:01 pm
"Nothing, sorry" Goes back to cleaning Mushrooms.
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Posted: Tue Jun 20, 2006 2:09 pm
Checks on potatoes, "I wonder if these are ready..." touches one, "It feels hot..." Pokes it.
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Posted: Tue Jun 20, 2006 2:13 pm
Ilyana finished washing the mushrooms and takes out a knife. The glare of the sun hits its blade. "......"
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Posted: Tue Jun 20, 2006 2:16 pm
Soren is taking out the potatoes, which he is convinced is done. He spots Llyana with a knife. He studies her.
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Posted: Tue Jun 20, 2006 2:19 pm
Ilyana holds the knife delicately in her hands, but it slipped and stabs the mushrooms, almost hitting her left hand. "......" eek
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Posted: Tue Jun 20, 2006 2:24 pm
Soren was taken aback, "Are you okay?" ((Blaster Wolf!))
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Posted: Tue Jun 20, 2006 2:28 pm
"....." Ilyana is too shocked to reply. ((Blaster wolf?))
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Posted: Tue Jun 20, 2006 2:32 pm
((Terry Bogard's signature Super move. He always uses the catch phrase, "Are you okay? Blaster Wolf!" when using that attack.))
"Maybe you sould leave the cutting to me!"
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Posted: Tue Jun 20, 2006 2:35 pm
"Uh...." Hands Soren the knife. "I'll.....go check on the chicken..."
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Posted: Tue Jun 20, 2006 2:51 pm
Ilyana opens the oven. "Looks about ready..." The smell of the roasting chicken tempted Ilyana. I better go somewhere before I eat it all.... She poured water over the fire and left the chicken to cool. Ilyana then grabbed a basket of bread and left to find some wild berries.
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Posted: Tue Jun 20, 2006 4:58 pm
Ismaire sighed and pulled her cloak tighter around her thin form as a crisp, winter wind blew through the branches of the tree she was hiding in. It had been snowing for almost a week now, and the snow was getting dangerously close to surpassing the tree in height.
She queitly wondered if avoiding death was worse then getting frost-bitten on a mountain-top in god-forsaken Tellius. How she wound up here in the first place, she didn't know.
"My god....I miss the desert...and I thought the nights there were cold..." she mused to herself, wondering if she was anywhere near a town....or even a cliff for that matter...
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Posted: Wed Jun 21, 2006 6:37 am
is it just me or have we run out of things to rp about!
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Posted: Wed Jun 21, 2006 7:23 am
*Elincia was cooking the chicken putting in spices and such when someone bumped her*(Who bumped me Elincia said)
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Posted: Wed Jun 21, 2006 7:24 am
i donno but its still fun Casas. smile
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