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 Posted: Mon Nov 01, 2004 10:59 pm
::He laughed slightly at the bouncing K. He found it amusing much like a small innocent animal. He had the urge to post his head on a stake, but shook it off laughing more::
Its rare to see someone so happy as you sir.
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Posted: Mon Nov 01, 2004 11:02 pm
"That's good to hear K. This place could use a few more happy people."
she said with a smile
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Posted: Mon Nov 01, 2004 11:02 pm
*Stops dead in his tracks and looks at Tyr.He looked so familiar.Suddenly it dawned on him and he held up his fingers,thrusting his hand out in front of Tyr's face.*
I'm no sir!Heyhey hey!!!!Hey hey!!How many fingers am I holding up?!?!
*He was holding up two fingers in plain sight.*
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Posted: Mon Nov 01, 2004 11:04 pm
::He laughed slightly thinking back to when he asked him that question before, and smiled responding while sticking his tongue out::
Four of course, and thank you for checking on me... I really did appreicate it.
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Posted: Mon Nov 01, 2004 11:07 pm
*Giggles and rolls his eyes,once again being at a loss of how to put his fingers back to "Normal".Looking down he struggled with the concept,each time he held them a way he couldn't tell if he meant to have them like that or if they just were.Not bothering to look up he answered,for it seemed he was too caught up in his fingers.*
Not a problem..I saw something weird..I almost poked you with a stick!
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Posted: Mon Nov 01, 2004 11:10 pm
"k.. Tyrsais.. I'm off to bed. You two have fun"
she kisses tyrsais softly before heading upstairs
((night ppl))
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Posted: Mon Nov 01, 2004 11:13 pm
::He laughs at the thought of being poked with a stick::
Well I am quite glad you didnt... I might not have taken well to anything looking like a stake near me when I awoke.
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Posted: Mon Nov 01, 2004 11:16 pm
*He shrugs and lets his fingers off for the moment.He vowed to get back at them later,most likely by touching a hot stove.Common sense obviously not being K's strength.With a tired sigh he hopped up into the rafters and curled up.Slowly he drifted off to sleep.*
Goodnight Tyr...sorry to leave you like this...*YAWN* Very tired....
((Goodnight.))
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Posted: Mon Nov 01, 2004 11:17 pm
::He disppears back to the fortress::
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Posted: Tue Nov 02, 2004 6:20 am
~Darenos moves downstairs, yawning slightly. He looks around at the empty dojo and shakes his head sadly and goes into the kitchen and opens the refigerater looking for something to eat. He finds a steak and turns on the stove, a clicking is heard before the gas lights and a small fire appears, Darenos adjusts the flame to the desired heat. He then grabs a skillet and oils it with a sharry wine. Then he puts a mixture of herbs on the steak, lemon pepper, tenderizer, and thyme. He then places the steak on the skillet, the meat and wine sizzling. Darenos then flips it after two minutes, and tips the skillet over to the flame, the wine catching flame. He smiles and picks the skillet up off the stove and palced the steak on a plate covering it with the wine and juices in the skillet. He smiles and after placing the skillet in the sink he heads upstairs again, the aroma of his cooking wafting through the guild. Closing the door he sits and begins to eat his meal reading a book~
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Posted: Tue Nov 02, 2004 8:14 am
9 walked down stairs and looked at the mess. She smiled softly as she walked into the kitchen and grabbed a mop and some other cleaning supplies. She went to work mopping up the water and cleaning up any ash from the fire. After she was done she moved into the training room. She started scrubbing the floor as she tried to get all the blood up.
"I guess now is a good time to clean the dojo after all it needs it."
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Posted: Tue Nov 02, 2004 8:37 am
Focht stumbles in through the main door; collared, shackled, muzzled, in tattered boxers, looking like he has been whipped multiple times and stabbed 2 times in the stomach. Collapsing to the floor, he pants for breath, physically exhausted.
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Posted: Tue Nov 02, 2004 8:41 am
9 walked out of the training room, settig the mop against the wall as she looked to see what make that noise. Spotting Focht on the floor she let out a gasp and ran over to him quickly. First she checked to see if he was still breathing and then if he was still bleeding anywhere.
eek "OMG Focht!"
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Posted: Tue Nov 02, 2004 8:47 am
Focht was bleeding only in areas that revealed a pattern like he had been laying on a floor. His breathing was still more along panting, his eyes remain closed, ears flat against his head, and his tail hangs limp.
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Posted: Tue Nov 02, 2004 8:51 am
As gently as she could 9 grabbed his arm and pulled him up to his feet. She couldnt pick him all the way up do to her lost strength. His feet drug slightly as she moved him to the couch. Once he was laid down she ran into her office and started grabbing her healing supplies.
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