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 Posted: Tue Jun 13, 2006 2:19 pm
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Posted: Tue Jun 13, 2006 2:20 pm
To be on time is to be late.
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Posted: Tue Jun 13, 2006 2:20 pm
Nihilistic_Impact To be on time is to be late. He loses again.
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Posted: Tue Jun 13, 2006 2:22 pm
I suppose so.
That's what I was taught any way, and with the way I drive I usually am early for most places.
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Posted: Tue Jun 13, 2006 2:28 pm
High fructose cornsyrup.
Read about it...
it'll kill you.
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Posted: Tue Jun 13, 2006 2:44 pm
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Posted: Tue Jun 13, 2006 2:56 pm
Shut up. :stuffs him into the toilet and gives a swirly:
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Posted: Tue Jun 13, 2006 3:00 pm
Save that it be difficult to even lift me in the first place.
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Posted: Tue Jun 13, 2006 3:04 pm
You're a HE!
Excellent. Now I wont have any moral qualms about wanting to be mean to you when I feel like being mean to you.
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Posted: Tue Jun 13, 2006 3:06 pm
Yes, that would be correct.
But then I wouldn't care if you wanted to be mean to me or not.
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Posted: Tue Jun 13, 2006 3:07 pm
Nihilistic_Impact Donald Tenebrae The boy ripped his book in halves, then fourths, then eights, then sixteenths, holding some of the pieces, letting some fall to the ground. With his free left hand, he reached into a pouch, pulling out what seemed like sawdust, and some other type of dust. He held it out, as the book pieces, the mystery dust, and the saw dust made what looked like a three foot long stick, this would be the boys primary weapon.
"I find it rude for me to strike first..."
He held out the cane, smiling. He would soon, reach into his other pouch. Quin didn't really have much concern for such things as holding back. Taking the quick rought of the aggressor could be good, and if anything was to happen here he would have to take that road. Shifting his right hand he pulled out the flintlock and in a smooth motion cocked by the hammer and aimed it with precision borned of many years of practise aimed and fired. The lead ball would burst from the muzzle in a cloud of smoke that bathed Quin in its black gritty feel. The round would fly towards the odd youth; all the while Quin was using his magic to send it coursing into his left leg.
The boy, smiled. He held out the stick, and watched what was happening unfold. Vines extended from the stick, three to be exact. The shot was fired. A vine flung towards the musket ball. It would cut the ball in half, then the other would cut it into fourths. Leaving a third vine, just hanging out.
"These vines...are very sharp. Watch out." The third vine, planted a tiny seed in the ground, and a small flower is born from it. It would grow quickly. Creating a intresting plant.
The boy, took a step back.
"A gun?"
He adjusted his glasses. Pretending to ignore this man. The vines came back to the stick, and he took a step forward.
"Please....try again. "
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Posted: Tue Jun 13, 2006 3:10 pm
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Posted: Tue Jun 13, 2006 3:13 pm
There was a problem with this line of fighting though. Quin was no normal blue blood, he knew how lowly many people viewed fire arms such as his flintlock. It made it all the more pleasurable when the unexpected happened.
The musket ball dodged the vine, the outer edges of it etched with arcane markings that allowed Quin to direct its movements. When the second came it jinked to the left and downwards. Zipping around in a tight arc after shooting past the boy it came in from behind the youth.
"Why don't you try once more?"
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Posted: Tue Jun 13, 2006 3:17 pm
...is there a reason there is RPing happening in the OOC thread? < <;
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Posted: Tue Jun 13, 2006 3:17 pm
Nihilistic_Impact There was a problem with this line of fighting though. Quin was no normal blue blood, he knew how lowly many people viewed fire arms such as his flintlock. It made it all the more pleasurable when the unexpected happened. The musket ball dodged the vine, the outer edges of it etched with arcane markings that allowed Quin to direct its movements. When the second came it jinked to the left and downwards. Zipping around in a tight arc after shooting past the boy it came in from behind the youth. "Why don't you try once more?"
But it wasnt the boy.
"Arent you a cute little thing."
The smoke started clearing, and here was the boy, and his new pet. Something that looked like a venus fly trap, had swallowed this, ball. Not to mention, there were alot more seeds scattered upon the floor of the......... place. They were in.
He smiled.
"Your quite a agressive....thing..." He was speaking to the human this time. How he despised them.
"Your primative weapons wont hurt me. "
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