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 Posted: Sun Jun 07, 2009 8:54 am
Jack chuckled to himself, then broke away from the group, going loudly through the woods.
"Screw this." he mumbled, patting his pockets to see if he had even just one cigarette tucked away somewhere. He found none. Frustrated, he sat on the ground, finding, by coincidence, a discarded half-full box of smokes. Smiling, he spat out the sucker and stuck one in his mouth. He had no lighter, so summoned some fire onto his thumb instead. The smoke tasted good as it flowed over his tongue. he inhaled sharply, savoring the feeling.
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Posted: Tue Jun 09, 2009 5:39 pm
Flaed rolls her eyes. "Yes, I have so much choice in where I go being trapped in a bubble."
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Posted: Tue Jun 09, 2009 7:33 pm
"Do we even know where the fire bender is? I mean Fire User! User is what I mean." He quickly corrected himself. "Where would we find the fire user." He quickly said to make sure everyone knew he meant user not bender.
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Posted: Wed Jun 10, 2009 6:09 am
Jack flicked away the butt and placed another cigarette in is mouth, lifting his flaming thumb to the end. He leaned back and lay across the underbrush, looking up at the sky through the trees. His options were few, and needed careful thought.
He could stay with the others while they train. Maybe they'll come together more in that way, too. Then again, he could go off on his own, train further, and meet up with them when they were all ready for the big battles. That did seem the smarter idea, as he couldn't train with them and keep his secret. Still, that might foster distrust. He sighed. Decisions, decisions...
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Posted: Wed Jun 17, 2009 10:15 am
((we need some twists or something guys...its me Chris i changed mah name))
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Posted: Thu Jun 18, 2009 9:40 am
((Well, this is no place to introduce a twist, unless yuo want another big baddie shwoing up out of the blue, power rangers style. Right now, we need to build a little more on the back bone of the story and develop the characters further. Then, twist time.))
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Posted: Thu Jun 18, 2009 9:05 pm
((And I need to be let out of the bubble))
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Posted: Sat Jun 20, 2009 5:54 pm
((So... I guess the next course of action would be for someone to post something?))
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Posted: Mon Jun 22, 2009 12:07 am
((That would be ideal, but I really don't want to continue to b***h about being in a bubble. It's redundant, unnecessary, and annoying.))
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Posted: Mon Jun 22, 2009 2:59 am
"Is she still in that bubble?" He asked boredly as he stared at the bubble. He raised his hand and made the buddle freeze. He forced the bubble to lower itself to the ground and shatter into harmless pieces. "Your not fully skilled with your powers yet. You should remember what your powers are doing. She could have ran out of air..." He mumbled the last part. "You should triple your trainning." He suggested.
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Posted: Wed Jun 24, 2009 12:43 pm
Flaed looked warily at the man who she was fairly sure she disliked but had released her. Never let it be said she didn't know her manners, even if she did ignore them at times. "Thank you." She told him with sincerity but continued caution. Letting this group continue its debate, Flaed set about brushing shards of ice off her clothing, throwing her head back and shaking out her hair. She knew she had to rid herself of the ice before it melted as the night would prove to be chill, and it never looked good for a Healer to let herself catch cold.
Thinking herself rid of the ice, Flaed adjusted her pack, turning to leave these foolish travelers to their own demise. However, a sliver of ice barely bigger than a snowflake dislodged itself from where it had been tucked into a fold in her clothing and fell on the back of her hand, melting almost instantly. It felt like the kiss of a butterfly. Flaed stared down at it for a second, and then turned to the arrogant ice user.
"May I see to that gash on your arm? It will only take a moment, and I can guarantee that it won't get infected. It should barely leave a scar. Truly, I am worried about the long term effects of freezing your blood."
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Posted: Wed Jun 24, 2009 1:59 pm
"Yeah triple and intensify it heavily." He finished menacingly. He heard Flaed and sighed. "Alright..." He said annoyed. "Are you good at making symbolic scarification's? Since it's going to make a Scar I might as well turn it into another symbol. I think this will be Scarification number...six? Hmmm..." He looked into his robe. "Yeah six..." He said yawning to himself. The gash in his arm wasn't bleeding anymore and looked like it should at least be taken care of.
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Posted: Wed Jun 24, 2009 7:06 pm
Jack snuffed the flame on his thumb out. He decided that he would stick with the group. He needed to keep an eye on them, at the very least. He stood and walked back to the group, puffing on his cigarette every couple of steps.
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Posted: Wed Jun 24, 2009 8:30 pm
Flaed stared at the man who was asking her, in effect, to turn a battle wound into a picture. She was tempted to say no. It was absurd. But logically, it made sense for her to do it rather than for him to attempt it. At least she could make sure that a sterile knife was used and that no major blood vessels were severed. And she could treat it instantly.
She nodded, already weary of this evening. "Tell me what you want it to look like." She pulled a knife out of her pack. "I don't suppose any of you are fire users, I'd like to sterilize this knife first."
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Posted: Thu Jun 25, 2009 7:13 am
Jack kept his mouth shut and quickly flicked his cigarette behind him. He wanted to keep his secret for a while, and he didn't want her asking how he lit the thing. After all, he never carried lighters. He held his breath until his lungful of smoke settled, and he could breathe without the exhaust.
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