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 Posted: Thu Nov 15, 2007 6:51 pm
Vice walked along the edge of the cliff, looking down to its bottom. He was still dressed in blue and white robes, clean as if they had just been washed. The puppet sat contently on his shoulder as he walked, looking around with nonexistant eyes. They were a curious pair... but neither seemed to mind much. For once in a long while, Vice was actually just enjoying himself.
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Posted: Thu Nov 15, 2007 6:58 pm
As so often found now a days, Ziven was wandering wherever her feet carried her while reading a book. This day she happened to come to the cliff, and of course, when reaching a particular spot, she paused in her reading and sat, observing the waters below until she felt calm again and returned to her reading. After a while, she realized someone was coming nearer, she shown a small smile when she realized who it was. Not taking her eyes from her book, she waved to the pair as they drew nearer.
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Posted: Thu Nov 15, 2007 7:06 pm
Vice walked over to her, kneeling down in front of her. "Hello Ziven, may I have a favor from you?" he asked, his voice even more calm and warm than it had been the night before. His eyes seemed distant as he looked at her, just the slightest amount of a smile forcing through the sides of his lips. Someone who knew Vice very well might have thought that he was sick somehow, but he was not.
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Posted: Thu Nov 15, 2007 7:40 pm
Tilting her head, she found his actions and request odd, but nothing to be alarmed about. She nodded after a moment. "Perhaps. What favor is it that you require?"
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Posted: Thu Nov 15, 2007 7:45 pm
Reaching up, Vice took hold of the puppet gently and laid it beside her. "Watch him. We have spent too much time together and I have begun to... lose myself. The nostalgia and warm feelings he pumps into my body is making me want to do good things. It's annoying." His voice had already begun to darken, even though he was still very close to the puppet. With a slight nod of his head he stood and walked a good fifty feet away.
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Posted: Thu Nov 15, 2007 8:01 pm
She nodded slowly. "As you wish." she replied simply. Turning to Kazhad, she bobbed her head. "Greetings."
(Ooc: I'm assuming this is that same guy as before and I don't remember hwo to spell his name ^^; )
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Posted: Thu Nov 15, 2007 8:05 pm
The puppet, Khazid, gave her a bit of a wave as sit looked around. After a moment it found a stick. Using the stick it wrote upon the dirt in front of her. -Hello there, how is this night treating you?-
Vice continued to walk until he was far enough away, suddenly falling to the floor and sighing happily.
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Posted: Thu Nov 15, 2007 8:13 pm
"Well, thank you." she said with a smile and a nod. Then tilting her head, she asked; "How are you this evening? And would you care for a pen and paper?"
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Posted: Thu Nov 15, 2007 8:19 pm
The puppet seemed to look up at her, then turned and drew a happy face as it nodded. A pen would be much easier to write with then a stick in the dirt.
Vice got himself a little more comfortable, the warm feelings leaving his body quickly. It was not that he did not like the warm feelings; they just weren't him. They hadn't been since Khazid had died so many years ago. As he relaxed, slowly his hands began to turn to claws.
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Posted: Thu Nov 15, 2007 8:27 pm
She smiled and bobbed her head. Producing a roll of parchment and a pen, she handed them to him. "The paper is enchanted. After you write, the ink will disappear." she said cheerfully.
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Posted: Thu Nov 15, 2007 8:31 pm
The puppet nodded and took the parchment and pen. He scribbled something pointless, then watched as the ink disappeared. With another nod he wrote -Interesting little toy you have here. Things seem to have changed since I died... Something like this would have been shunned without a moment's hesitation.- After writing that he drew another little happy face and held it so that she could see.
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Posted: Thu Nov 15, 2007 8:36 pm
She smiled cheerfully though looked a bit bashful. "Indeed, times have changed .. for some at least. I was raised in a home where magic was embraced, I also spent time in a school where magic was taught. That school is actually the place I learned how to perform this spell on parchment." she said with a nod, pleased to share her past with him.
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Posted: Thu Nov 15, 2007 8:43 pm
The puppet looked at the parchment for a moment. With a tilt of his head he wrote -Elfish magik, am I correct? If so, then it is very well done... I bet not even Durza could match something like this.- The puppet showed this to her before pulling the parchment back and writing more. -You have Dragon blood in you, do you not?-
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Posted: Thu Nov 15, 2007 8:48 pm
She giggled and shook her head. "Though I learned elven magics when I was young, the magic I learned when I was older, the magic which was used for this paper is not elven. It is that of humans whom can use magic." she said cheerfully, bobbing her head though for her next answer, she seemed a bit slow to reply. "Indeed I am part dragon."
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Posted: Thu Nov 15, 2007 8:52 pm
The puppet nodded its head in understanding. -Humans are very resourceful... and they have gotten alot of help from various races. They are an odd species.- He spun the pen in his hand for a moment, not sure what to write next. -It seems my conversational skills have deminished in the last few thousand years. I cannot think of anything to say. Hahaha.-
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