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 Posted: Sun Apr 17, 2005 2:27 pm
Gel bends down and help s Koke to her feet.
"Terribly sorry miss, I haven't had many visitors so i wasn't really paying attention... I really must apologize... might I introduce myself, my name is Gelalshawr Din Torren'Dar, but you can call me Gel if you wish."
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Posted: Sun Apr 17, 2005 3:59 pm
Gel looks at the beautiful girl with concern.
"Are you sure you're alright my lady?"
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Posted: Sun Apr 17, 2005 4:26 pm
Koke reached up and grabbed the mans hand brushing off her skirt. "I'll be fine. Nice to meet you. My name is Koke."
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Posted: Sun Apr 17, 2005 4:27 pm
"My pleasure Koke, did you want to come in?"
Gel bows, opening the door for her.
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Posted: Sun Apr 17, 2005 4:32 pm
"I'd be pleasured." She bowed in appreciation and entered the room. "Excuse my dress, but I can't really access my wardrobe." She fixed her towel and walked in.
((ignore my previous skirt comment...my character is normally wearing what my avie is wearing.))
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Posted: Sun Apr 17, 2005 4:44 pm
"I have no reason to complain about how little such a beautiful woman chooses to wear, although I do understand that you must be very put out that you can't get to your clothes, it shouldn't be much of a problem though... my room is rather warm."
Gel leads her down the smooth stone steps to his livingroom area, with a couple comfortable couches and examples of his work hanging on the walls.
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Posted: Sun Apr 17, 2005 7:01 pm
She blushed looking down at her tiny towel and took a seat on his couch. "it is quite warm down here."
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Posted: Sat Apr 23, 2005 5:42 pm
"That's because of the forge, I keep the fires running day and night because they're hell to start up again when they go out... would you like something to drink?"
Gel snapped his fingers and an imp-like creature appeared at his feet.
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Posted: Sun Jul 24, 2005 10:38 am
Gel opens the door to his room, and looks around, calling up servitor spirits to clean up the dust and going in to the forge. He gazes at his desolate workshop and puts his bag down, cracking his knuckles and preparing to restart his work.
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Posted: Sun Jul 24, 2005 1:10 pm
Gel coaxes a fire spirit to take up residence in his forge, keeping the coals hot permanently, and not having to worry about it going out. Then he finishes putting all his tools in order and goes to his living area to shower and change into clean clothes.
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Posted: Sun Jul 31, 2005 9:24 pm
A portal opens and Gel leads Aonice into the room, the walls are rather plain, carved directly from volcanic rock, as is the floor, though they are smooth and clean. The floor is mostly covered with a magnificent rug, in one corner is a desk and a comfortable chair, in the other corner is a massive bed, four thick posts of a beautiful wood, the entire frame hand-carved. a silk canopy, and silk sheets. There is one doorway, with a heavy wooden door, also hand-carved, and just as beautiful as everything else.
"I don't think you've ever been into my room... have you Aonice?"
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Posted: Sun Jul 31, 2005 9:38 pm
gelalshawr A portal opens and Gel leads Aonice into the room, the walls are rather plain, carved directly from volcanic rock, as is the floor, though they are smooth and clean. The floor is mostly covered with a magnificent rug, in one corner is a desk and a comfortable chair, in the other corner is a massive bed, four thick posts of a beautiful wood, the entire frame hand-carved. a silk canopy, and silk sheets. There is one doorway, with a heavy wooden door, also hand-carved, and just as beautiful as everything else. "I don't think you've ever been into my room... have you Aonice?" Aonice shook her head.. "No i havnt.." She sat on his bed"
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Posted: Sun Jul 31, 2005 9:42 pm
"I know it's not very decorative or pretty... I probably could put tapestries on the walls..."
Gel stands in front of you, his voice seeming to get quiet and a bit sluggish, and he sways on his feet for a second before crumpling.
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Posted: Sun Jul 31, 2005 9:46 pm
gelalshawr "I know it's not very decorative or pretty... I probably could put tapestries on the walls..." Gel stands in front of you, his voice seeming to get quiet and a bit sluggish, and he sways on his feet for a second before crumpling. Aonice scooted over and patted the mattress. "Sit down" she said softly.. "Im really sorry about harpooning the whale thingy" she said, looking at her large knees.
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Posted: Sun Jul 31, 2005 9:53 pm
Gel holds himself up off the floor, and slowly makes his way to the bed, looking drained. when he gets nearer you see his tattoos begin to pulse, as if they were right on top of arteries, pumping with the beat of his heart. He gets onto the bed and holds onto the cornerpost to steady himself.
"N-no... I... I should not have called them here... it is my hands that carry the stain of his blood... ow..."
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