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 Posted: Mon Dec 06, 2004 8:00 pm
((Darn O.O' i would edit! xD Thanks >.< ))
"Whoa then you indeed are one of those old Sailors!" *With a expresion of surprise* "You are a pirate? or something like that very cool!?" *Turning to Cora* "And you Cora are from another world too right? then you are something weird and coiol right?" *Sigh* "And i am just a Small Sidhe"
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Posted: Mon Dec 06, 2004 8:07 pm
er... sidhe? *trys to remember where he had heard that name before*..and er... I er... transport thin's on the seas if ye get me drift *his hand unconsiously goes to his right wrist...*
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Posted: Mon Dec 06, 2004 8:08 pm
*Luke appears into the Brink rather violently. He is jumping up and down, screaming. His middle and ring fingers are being held down by his thumbs, and he is holding his hands up in the air* YEEEES! ROCK!
*He smells of booze, but he's less drunk than he appears*
*He looks around as the music SHUTS DOWN*
What the---- *he shifts back and forth, taking in his surroundings* Oh yeah......Right....
*But he is not to be discouraged* Wooo! *He throws back his head. His hair holds sweat, but he's dressed nicely* *He turns and heads towards the bar.* What's up gu----
*He sees a little man.*
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Posted: Mon Dec 06, 2004 8:10 pm
:::Cora looks up to see her old friend enter:::
Oh, Hello Luke, meet our new friend. :::She gestures to the whee little one, as though it were the most normal thing in the world:::
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Posted: Mon Dec 06, 2004 8:13 pm
*Luke's gone from what he likes to call a "concert high" to now.... staring at a little man...*
*He squints*
Can it talk?
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Posted: Mon Dec 06, 2004 8:15 pm
Ho there, Mister Lucas, how are ye.... and yes, meet our new friend... he's... interesting... *cross smiles and takes a drink....... letting go of his wrist as he does..... *
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Posted: Mon Dec 06, 2004 8:19 pm
Hey, Captain... I'm alright. *Seeing the bottle of Rum, Luke is reminded. He's not about to let his buzz die now. He goes behind the bar for some Jack Daniels.. He pops up a coke and combines the two* *He clinks his glass against the Captain's bottle* To good times. *drinks about a third of his glass*
Aaaaah.
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Posted: Mon Dec 06, 2004 8:22 pm
*cross responds by drinking a third of whats left in the bottle* right then... *he takes a glance at the chest he brought in... a bit wary for the increasing amount of people...*
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Posted: Mon Dec 06, 2004 8:24 pm
:::Cora scowels at Luke a little bit:::
Of course he talks, Luke! He's a person! :::She looks down at Morgan::: Forgive him for being so forward...but you are quite unlike anyone we've met here so far:::
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Posted: Mon Dec 06, 2004 8:28 pm
*Luke studies the little man.* Then why isn't he saying anything? *says if calmly, not offensively - just curious*
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Posted: Mon Dec 06, 2004 8:37 pm
:::Cora looks back to Morgan to prompt him to introduce himself, but when she looks back:::
Oh...oh dear, he's faded already. Hm... :::She looks back at Luke and just shrugs::: But I assure you he was quite fluent. :::she smirked::: though he did call me beautiful...strange little man.
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Posted: Mon Dec 06, 2004 8:41 pm
Whoa-ho-ho. *teasing her* Looks like somebody's all "a-twitter." *drinks his Jack and Coke*
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Posted: Mon Dec 06, 2004 8:44 pm
a-twitter...? It's simply strange, in my language to describe a person, or any part of one's being beautiful, it's actually a very childish word where I am from.
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Posted: Mon Dec 06, 2004 8:45 pm
*cross glenans what luke means, and chuckles.... setting a foot down on the trunk from his postion on he barstool... hopeing that contact with it would be enoug to bring it back with him should he fade*
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Posted: Mon Dec 06, 2004 8:45 pm
*Luke finished his drink.* *asks matter-o-factly* Why?
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