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 Posted: Mon Jan 10, 2005 9:11 pm
*Tavin promptly returns with a large steaming wooden bowl and wooden spoon*
Here we go, Maggie. The greatest medicine in the world. This should definately help you get over whatever dreadful thing that you caught. Its a recipe passed on from Angelic tradition. Supposedly a formula created by God himself.
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Posted: Mon Jan 10, 2005 9:14 pm
Malazar snorts and jerks suddenly from his table, jarring the coffee pot madly slipping his feet off.
"Oof!"
With a thud, Malazar's chair tips over and deposits him on the floor.
"Le fils d'une chienne!"
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Posted: Mon Jan 10, 2005 9:16 pm
*Tavin looked over at Malazar, and smiled*
Hi there. Would you like some chicken soup as well?
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Posted: Mon Jan 10, 2005 9:16 pm
*nods reluctantly to Cora* All right...
*He rolls up his pant leg. Fresh blood has seeped through his bandage and his striped sock*
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Posted: Mon Jan 10, 2005 9:20 pm
Eh ? Que ? La soupe ? .... Tavin ?
Malazar blinks rapidly and looks around the Brink. He seems surprised to see everyone.
Barre ? D'ou vous tous a fait est venu ?
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Posted: Mon Jan 10, 2005 9:20 pm
*Maggie looks at the bowl, a little awed by the idea of eating some sort of divine remedy* . . . . thank ye . . . . *she doesn't have much of an appetite, but she spoons it up obediently, offering Tavin a grateful smile*
*she starts a bit at Malazar's outburst, and then turns to watch Cora tend to Bard's injury, biting her lip in worry at the sight of the blood*
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WhimsicalCow Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Jan 10, 2005 9:20 pm
:::Cora's attention is suddenly drawn to the fallen Malazar...no longer suprised that people are falling over left and right in the brink...but she did have once question:::
Quelle est une chienne ?
:::But she turns back to Bard, more important matters at hand. She observes the cloth covering the wound. She goes to remove it, and sees that indeed it was stiched. A couple have ripped from the middle. She looks up at him:::
I've seen worse. Would you like me to patch it up a bit?
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Posted: Mon Jan 10, 2005 9:24 pm
Serenis :::Cora's attention is suddenly drawn to the fallen Malazar...no longer suprised that people are falling over left and right in the brink...but she did have once question::: Quelle est une chienne ? Malazar sighs heavily. "Aucun Cora, je n'ai pas signifie une chienne dans le sens litteral. Il est signifie comme l'impiete dans beaucoup de societes. " He picks himself up off the floor heavily and dusts himself off. "Remercier dieu je n'ai pas renverse le cafe. "
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Posted: Mon Jan 10, 2005 9:26 pm
*Tavin sighs and walks back to the table in the back*
If anyone else wants some, I made an awful lot of soup.
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Posted: Mon Jan 10, 2005 9:30 pm
Tavin *Tavin sighs and walks back to the table in the back* If anyone else wants some, I made an awful lot of soup. "Bien ! Vous remercier Tavin, j'aime la nouille de poulet. " Malazar grins and walks over to grab a bowl. He fills it up with the steaming soup and cocks an eyebrow at Tavin. "Donc Tavin, essaierons-nous la premiere lecon ? "
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Posted: Mon Jan 10, 2005 9:30 pm
:::Cora begins to unpack a flat material from her belt in case Bard agrees to be treated, and speaks to Mal simultaniously:::
pardonnez-moi, mais je ne sais pas ce que signifie la chienne dans n'importe quelle traduction.
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Posted: Mon Jan 10, 2005 9:33 pm
*nods* I'd appreciate anything you can do for me Officer.
*shakes his head at Tavin* No, thank you, Tavin. I had a big breakfast.
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Posted: Mon Jan 10, 2005 9:35 pm
*Tavin shrugs and lifts a finger, the mess of his recent cooking disappearing*
Well, suit yourself. Let me know if you want any more, Maggie.
*Tavin buries his face back in his book*
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Posted: Mon Jan 10, 2005 9:38 pm
Tavin *Tavin shrugs and lifts a finger, the mess of his recent cooking disappearing* Well, suit yourself. Let me know if you want any more, Maggie. *Tavin buries his face back in his book* Malazar takes a sip of his soup and frowns at Tavin. "Bonjour ? La terre a Tavin. Vous la-bas ? " He waves.
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Posted: Mon Jan 10, 2005 9:42 pm
((Don't put me on the spot, Jans. Even though *I* don't speak French, Tavin would, so I'm trying my best to keep out of it. If you want Tavin in on the conversation, you better drop the French.))
*Tavin looks up at Malazar, questioningly*
Hmmm?
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