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 Posted: Sun Mar 19, 2006 9:11 pm
"If it is, I just hope it's not in the steak. That would be creepy," Owle said. She tried not to notice Rage feeling herself up.
"But...who knows where they'll be. I haven't seen anything even remotely petal like the whole time we've been searching."
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Posted: Sun Mar 19, 2006 9:17 pm
"Maybe they're not petals...?" Said Rage, throwing the idea out. "Maybe the petals are metaphysical. I dunno, just throwing it out there."
"Order seventeen!" Blared over the announcement system, causing Rage to jump up and slam her knee on the underside of the table. "That's it, I'm figuring out how to get back to normal," she said, limping slightly to get their order. It was exactly what one would expect - one steak on a plate, and another on a plate.
With a stick stuck in the side.
Rage brought it back to the table, taking twice as long to sit down this time simply because it hurt to bend her knee. "I could make it better than this," she grumbled.
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Posted: Sun Mar 19, 2006 9:29 pm
"You alright?" Owle asked in concern. She furrowed her brow up thinking. "But what would the petals be, if they weren't petals? I mean, we may as well just start picking up random objects off the ground and putting them in our pockets."
She pulled the stick out of her steak, and began cutting it up.
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Posted: Sun Mar 19, 2006 9:36 pm
opaj sent Owle a thought.
Owle... can you hear me? I'm at Bass'ken lake, and I might need some backup. Bring whatever muscle you can.
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Posted: Sun Mar 19, 2006 9:37 pm
"This isn't even remotely cooked enough," said Rage, deciding that with all the attention she had attracted already it might just be best to not start slinging flames everywhere. "I'm okay," she said, clearly annoyed at the moment. "It's just that having a new body kinda makes me want to know about it. And not like that," she added, pointing a fork at Owle as she chewed through a chunk of the steak. She felt kinda stupid about her display from earlier. She continued speaking when she was done eating.
"Feels different is all. Different height, weight, shape... my legs are a little longer and my torso is shorter, and all these clothes are loose now. Not to mention years of training... you know, I'm sure I'm boring you. Let's just finish eating."
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Posted: Sun Mar 19, 2006 9:40 pm
"You think my clothes'll fit you better?" Owle asked. "Cause I'm carrying some around with me."
She blinked at opaj's communication. I've got Rage with me; hopefully he'll be enough. What's going on?
"Finish the steak, quick, opaj is in trouble at Bass'ken lake."
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Posted: Sun Mar 19, 2006 9:43 pm
Rage? Damn, I don't know that a katana'll be enough to hurt these guys. There was a giant cat, they killed it, it crapped. One of them tried to dig through the poop, and he was sent flying. The other one investigated, and now they're going into a retreat. Very suspicious.
At any rate, they're each equipped with enough artillery to be a one-man army. I know I can't take them on alone.
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Posted: Sun Mar 19, 2006 9:44 pm
Knowing Owle's taste in fasion Rage was affraid to take the offer. It had nothing to do with Owle having bad taste or anything like that - Rage just didn't like the idea of walking around in a skirt and a tank top. But if it was what was necessary to stay maneuverable in a fight....
She shuddered and hoped for the best. "If you have anything I can wear... sure. I'll change and we can get moving."
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Posted: Sun Mar 19, 2006 9:47 pm
You think they've got a petal? Owle sent to opaj, even as she handed Rage a white cotton T-shirt and a pair of jeans that seemed to just...slide out of her flesh. I dunno if I like the idea of picking fights with random strangers...
"Hurry up, the people opaj is after are retreating."
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Posted: Sun Mar 19, 2006 9:50 pm
I think it's... a possibility, opaj sent back. They've got something they're hiding. It's just too suspicious to ignore. Thinking to himself for a moment, he added, I don't have anything solid, though. If you don't think it's enough to risk engaging such powerful foes, I understand.
Anyway, they're headed south. Where are you?
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Posted: Sun Mar 19, 2006 9:51 pm
On it, said Rage, dissapearing into the forgivingly one-person, locking bathroom for about half a minute. She came back out stuffing her old clothes into her backpack. The shirt was just a tad short around the waist and the jeans showed her calves - Rage was still a little taller than Owle. But it didn't look like she cared much at all.
Let's get moving! She sent, heading towards Barton North Gate.
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Posted: Sun Mar 19, 2006 9:52 pm
...Sorry.
A simple enough word that usualy went unsaid in most situations... and on the other hand often overused to the point of abuse as well.
One that would just sort of echo out in Owle's mind with no clear direction.
And gone the next moment like so much wind.
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Posted: Sun Mar 19, 2006 9:58 pm
Coming, Owle sent to opaj. Her eyes went blank as she trudged after Rage. She didn't have any more brain power to spare right now.
...Sorry.
It was Vahn's voice. And that one word was enough to consume all of Owle's focus right now. She reached out to his mind, making a message of her own...
((Gonna post the message in the thread Vahn's in.))
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Posted: Tue Mar 21, 2006 4:23 pm
Puff, weeze, gack.
Marg reached out, leaning against a wall, sliding down its cool length to rest kneeling on the ground.
He was paying now for the burst of speed while injured. It was all he could do to sit back, and regain his breath before that giant T found him again.
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