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 Posted: Thu May 17, 2007 9:32 pm
((TAQUITO! *tacklehump*))
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Posted: Thu May 17, 2007 9:34 pm
<<*lawl at Tac* xd >>
Taliman, it would seem, did the same as the mage, and came in with considerably bad timing. Though he would actually see it as great timing. He came to relax after working out, and it's hard to do that with idle chatter and nosy brats pestering him. Another pull of his drink. Still, it feels better outside. Too warm in here, probably to suit the Earthlings. Slipping from the counter and making a beeline for the door, he catches sight of a.. head on the wall. Huh. Poor guy. Boredom that strong can be rough.
Closing his eyes in thought, Wesley reaches the double-doors, the portal obediantly opening long enough for the small-statured warrior to pass through and into the cold night.
<>
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Posted: Thu May 17, 2007 10:11 pm
((...you did NOT just do that, Darc. You'll die in a fire. Not kidding, and I won't stop it.))
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Posted: Fri May 18, 2007 10:04 am
((Ah no. It was my mom. But I'm good now. ^_^))
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Posted: Fri May 18, 2007 10:06 am
((*tackles Tac* Try to ninja-cookie-shuriken me will ya?! scream ))
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Posted: Fri May 18, 2007 10:58 am
Yenek plummeted to the ground stopping himself before he crashed and landed on his feet. The Devil Lord looked tired, a year had passed for him but with the fusion if his power over the elements he had crammed it all into one day. "Damn, thats tiring," he muttered to himself and walked through the front door.
Yenek found a directory, he noticed the hot springs and moved to the door that would lead him to the hallway to the hot springs. Yenek opened the door and walked in he took the nessacary left to go down the stairs and found the hot springs. The Devil then walked into the room containing the springs, he pulled off his curiass and and undershirt, followed by his swords and pants then jumped into the water in his black boxers.
"That feels good," Yenek muttered to himself as he swam in the hot water until he found a seat near the edge where he sat and relaxed.
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Posted: Fri May 18, 2007 12:57 pm
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Posted: Fri May 18, 2007 1:03 pm
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Posted: Fri May 18, 2007 1:06 pm
<~>And I'm not alone. Yay! Tell me Tac, have our characters exchanged pleasantries IC? Ichi and I dragged you shopping, but I think that was it.<~>
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Posted: Fri May 18, 2007 1:15 pm
((I'm not entirely sure, aside from the shopping trip. Could always stop in and stare at his head jutting from the wall and go "wtf are you doing?" XD))
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Posted: Fri May 18, 2007 1:23 pm
<~>...his head is jutting from the wall?<~>
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Posted: Fri May 18, 2007 1:28 pm
((I made a post on the previous page last night with Tac being incredibly bored. Most of him is incoporeal, which is why he is sticking himself through the wall, but explaining it ruins the fun.))
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Posted: Fri May 18, 2007 1:42 pm
<~>Ok then...<~>
As she approaches the club, the doors open of their own accord, an even layer of frost coating on each, awaiting her entrance. A young woman with thick, red hair that sparkles like ruby gems enters the building, a blank expression on her face. Her deep set red eyes survey the room as her sandals clap against her heels with each step. The thin, blue skirt fluttered elegantly as she passed through, brushing smoothly against her legs like a cascade of flowing water.
Everything seemed about as dull as ever, except that head poking out of the wall near the lounge. Assuming someone had claimed a trophy, she approached it slowly, wondering why someone would do such an eerie thing. Upon close inspection though, she realized that the face had ridiculous accessories on it, that no one she even remotely knew would put on a head. Part of her wanted to pull at the thing's head, but her general nature forbid such a thing so instead she made to the bar to sit. Not exactly exciting, but no one was here to complain.
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Posted: Fri May 18, 2007 2:07 pm
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Posted: Fri May 18, 2007 2:21 pm
((Sorry. >.< Stepped away to take a shower and start getting ready for work. >.>))
From behind a rather unexpected projectile would be launched at Red's head, an apple, in fact. It was accompanied by a spitting sound and a string of complaints from Tacitus, "Bloody nasty things, these apples. Taste like dirt and muddy water, which I guess would be the same thing." He tried pulling his head back through the wall, but to no avail, "********..." Apparently he was stuck.
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