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 Posted: Fri Dec 05, 2008 10:45 pm
((Maybe it's becasue Dimitri is a russian name and Anastasia takes place in russia))
"..." Dimitri didn't say anything, this was the first time anyone had been this kind too him...also that last comment was abit awkward.
((Very awkward))
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Posted: Fri Dec 05, 2008 10:47 pm
[[I know, I know...[/lectured]]]
Viola looked up at Dimitri, and wanted to do something, but restrained it, for whatever reason.
She pointed to the food.
"Come on, eat more. I shouldn't eat all of it..."
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Posted: Fri Dec 05, 2008 10:56 pm
"Table Salt = NaCl = Cl = Chlorine = Tasty." the center hand repeated this string of information while Wadsworth morphed back to his 'normal' form.
"Do you think, my fine woman, that I could get more of this delicious substance? If I'm not imposing of cou-"
"Shut up, man. You're not fooling anyone."
"NO, YOU SHUT UP"
"Uhm." Wadsworth's center hand called above the others argument.
"Salt plawkz?
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Posted: Fri Dec 05, 2008 10:59 pm
Mocha pointed at him very rigidly with her rubber-covered finger.
"YOU. What are... YOU?"
Ann paused.
"What does he do with the sodium?"
"He gets fat? I dunno."
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Posted: Fri Dec 05, 2008 11:02 pm
Dimitri was glad for the slight topic change. He began eating again. Like before he wasn't eating much, it's not that he wasn't hungry, it was becasue if he ate too much too fast then he'd end up puking it all up again, and that'd be nasty.
((I gtg, sleep time for me))
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Posted: Fri Dec 05, 2008 11:11 pm
Viola placed her hand on his chest, and then, leaning up, she kissed his cheek.
[[Uhhhh... wow. Dimitri's head must hurt. XD 'Girls are confuuusiiing! D8']]
She sort of froze there, her hand shaking.
[[Me: Gasp! How scandalous. Meanwhile, Moe--
Moe: I'd rather you not go into that, thank you.]]
[[I have to go to a party tomorrow. I gotta skidaddle, too.
Goodnight Brandon! :>]]
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Posted: Fri Dec 05, 2008 11:15 pm
"The sodium is stripped of the chlorine, compressed into blocks and ... excreted."
"I'm an amorphous blob."
"The name's Wadsworth. Nice to meetcha."
Each of Wadsworths hands said one of these things at once, then repeated in turn, in case Mocha and Ann couldn't hear each separately.
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Posted: Sat Dec 06, 2008 5:46 am
Mocha blinked, though she was wearing a gasmask.
"Wadsworth? Doesn't sound like anything I'd raise form the dead, or that witch would summon from Hell."
Ann looked at Mocha.
"Wait, he's a chlorine-blob. So how is he sentient?"
"I don't know Ann. I just don't know."
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Posted: Sat Dec 06, 2008 8:39 am
Moé had gone to a pretty young woman with curly hair dyed blond, and Moé handed her the banknote.
The woman handed Moé the money, and Moé went andd counted her profits. Entering another circle-shaped hole, she exited to a two-story home, her home.
She went into the house's study.
"Sir! I made profits off of going to Uncle's tournament! I've finally found another business deal after the teenagers abandoned me."
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Posted: Sat Dec 06, 2008 8:55 am
A white avian mask with a elongated beak rose from out from behind a book. The black robed figure placed the ponderous book down with snow white hands. "....That would be joyous then, correct?" A monotoned voice came though slightly muffled from the mask.
Rufus spun the chambers of the revolver and rapidly pressed it back into the firearm. "...I did not know, if ya want a fight, I will give ya one." Rufus quickly holstered his gun and pulled out his other, restocking it with fresh ammunition.
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Posted: Sat Dec 06, 2008 9:01 am
Moé nodded.
"Yes, Sir. I sold him expensive ones, too. He had huge handcannons."
She took out her boxes.
"I sold him..."
Her smile vanished.
"...this one."
She wailed, and then ran into another disk-like space with the right box.
"I need to switch them, or I'll be cheated!"
She exited the space and went to where Rufus and Adrian were.
"Waiiiit! Mister, I gave ya the wrong box."
She held up the right one.
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Posted: Sat Dec 06, 2008 9:13 am
Rufus looked at the woman who he had just bought provisions from. He opened both of the copper and steel handcannons, emptying both onto the table. Then he opened his duster, pulling out bullets from two bandoleers that were on either side. By the time he had finished, there was the pile of about 100 bullets on the table. "....I will be needing the ammunition I bought, now."
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Posted: Sat Dec 06, 2008 9:15 am
Moé nodded kindly, handing him the box/taking her bullets.
"Thank you for not taking advantage of my slipup, Mister. May you have luck in the tournament..."
She waved goodbye to both him and Adrian, and left into the disklike space, contented.
[[/end cameo. Though she'll show up when folks need ammunition. She's started making some crazy stuff too....]]
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Posted: Sat Dec 06, 2008 9:26 am
Rufus quickly began to arm himself with the bullets. Spinning both of the heavy handcannons before holstering both of them. He tipped his top hat up higher and adjusted his monocle.
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Posted: Sat Dec 06, 2008 11:25 am
Dimitri froze stiff. He'd never been kissed before, sure his mother had a few times, but not by someone who he wasn't related too. He had no idea what he should do next.
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