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 Posted: Fri Mar 28, 2008 7:39 pm
"You idiot! Stop running around! Come over here and I'll cut it off." Astraea watched him in irritation for a moment. But Galaeron's laughter was contagious. She found herself laughing very loudly at the pooor mortal's imposition. "On second thought..." retrieving some popped corn that had appeared in front of her, "take your time."
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Posted: Sat Mar 29, 2008 9:24 pm
Galaeron just glanced at the disposed form of Cyrith, running like a chicken without its head, and waved his arm in a spell-like manner. The viper was now draped over his shoulders, a sound emanating from it that was almost like purring. "So this is where you've been hiding. Wonderin' where you got off to."
Meanwhile, Cyrith was still running, not noticing that the viper was gone, up until he ran into a tree that suddenly materialized in front of him. For the third time that day, he was out like a light.
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Posted: Thu Apr 03, 2008 8:20 pm
Astraea had reached the conclusion that the poor mortal fool would soon develop a concussion. Perhaps, if she were lucky, he would fall into some sort of coma. That would provide her with travelling money (AKA, the change in his pockets), a secondary weapon (AKA, the nifty talking sword with a fifth dimension inside), and the lack of Cyrith (AKA, peace and quiet).
Turning to Galaeron with a subdued smirk, she asked calmly, "After all those years, this is the best you could do with him?"
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Posted: Fri Apr 04, 2008 8:38 am
"Actually, I didn't do this. He was always a bit of a whack-job. Besides, it's taken me three years to build up the energy to do this. After all, when you die, your power disperses, which is how all Elves have their powers. Their ancestors die." He just glanced at Cyrith's prone body, then sighed.
"Anyways, it's time for you guys to get back out. I didn't even get to say to the moron what I wanted to." He said that last part with a friendly smile. "When you get out of here, tell the lug that I forgive him for his mistake. And for killing that one Elf, whatever his name was. And for stealing my pickled bread. Whatever, just tell him I forgive him, and to get on with his life." A bright white light appeared around Cyrith and Astraea, and they were back in the normal realm of being, with Cyrith awake again.
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Posted: Sat Jun 07, 2008 5:21 pm
((sorry guys, I won't be able to post often, as you noticed, check my profile for details))
BTW: Thanks for continuing to post in this RP even though I haven't been on in, geez, forever.
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