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 Posted: Sun Mar 07, 2010 2:10 pm
"There's something I'm trying to find..." Takara said.
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Posted: Sun Mar 07, 2010 3:50 pm
"Something besides food?" Prospekt said with a kidding smile.
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Posted: Sun Mar 07, 2010 3:53 pm
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Posted: Sun Mar 07, 2010 3:55 pm
"And what was that?" Prospekt said, his smile disappearing to be more serious.
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Posted: Sun Mar 07, 2010 4:00 pm
"I don't know," Takara replied. "but I'll know it when I see it."
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Posted: Sun Mar 07, 2010 4:01 pm
Prospekt sat down the churn, as the butter was finished. "I don't understand." he said turning to look at Takara. "How will you know what it is if you don't know what it looks like?"
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Posted: Sun Mar 07, 2010 4:03 pm
"I will know," Takara repeated.
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Posted: Sun Mar 07, 2010 4:05 pm
Prospekt smiled at this. "you have quite the determination, Takara..." He trailed off, then emptied the butter into a container. "I believe in you." He said sofly.
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Posted: Sun Mar 07, 2010 4:07 pm
Takara jsut continued to watch him, not sure how to reply to his comments.
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Posted: Sun Mar 07, 2010 4:13 pm
"If you need any help finding this...thing... feel free to ask me- huh?" he said, losing his attention at a loud noise outside. He looked out the window to see a smoke stack rising from in the town. "A fire?" He mumbled.
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Posted: Sun Mar 07, 2010 4:14 pm
Takara looked out, wondering what was happening.
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Posted: Sun Mar 07, 2010 4:20 pm
Prospekt stepped out of the building. "This should help a little." He said as he drew his sword. It's gold- tinted blade reflected everything in sight nearly perfectly. He thrust it into the ground and carved a large rune in the dirt. He took a deep breath and removed his glove. He ran his fingers along each complicated form he had made. The ground glowed in a bright blue tint. Wind rose up from the ground around Prospekt, causing his hair and clothes to undo themselves. His cloak came undone and flew up into the air, and his shirt slipped from his pants. He gasped as the cold draft flew under his shirt.
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Posted: Sun Mar 07, 2010 4:22 pm
Takara watched him from a distance, still not knowing what was happening.
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Posted: Sun Mar 07, 2010 4:25 pm
The ruby that was in the pommel of his sword glowed brightly, as the wind subsided. The ground ceased glowing. Prospekt sheathed his sword panting heavily. The sky grew cloudy over the town as if a hand was gathering the moisture and crushing it into dark pockets of cloud. He stood up, but hunched over from exhaustion.
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Posted: Sun Mar 07, 2010 4:27 pm
Takara looked in between him and the sky, trying to figure it out.
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