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 Posted: Thu Apr 14, 2005 1:37 am
Well Sanji, I think I need sleep ok...was nice meeting you and all.
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Posted: Thu Apr 14, 2005 1:38 am
Miss Flower, I pray when we meet again, it will be under much happier circumstance.
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Posted: Thu Apr 14, 2005 1:45 am
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Posted: Thu Apr 14, 2005 1:48 am
Pitty she was treated so badly.
He laid on the couch and drifted to sleep.
(G'night)
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Posted: Thu Apr 14, 2005 5:03 am
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Posted: Thu Apr 14, 2005 7:55 am
*snorts smoke and makes himself a pint of lager, a dragon sized pint that is, shimmering from his cloak and drinks happily, layed by the bar*
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Posted: Thu Apr 14, 2005 8:14 am
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Posted: Thu Apr 14, 2005 8:31 am
- fades in pissed off sitting at the bar-
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Posted: Thu Apr 14, 2005 8:33 am
*the pint lifts up and the liquid lager vanishes into nothing, a shimmer effect happens and the dragon has returned to original position by the bar, relaxing to the drink*
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Posted: Thu Apr 14, 2005 8:36 am
- grabs a bottle of jack by the neck of th bottle. opens the bottle of jack takeing laong swigs of it-
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Posted: Thu Apr 14, 2005 8:38 am
*uses the quiet time to think things through, he had seen Zero's action lately in such places as the training ground, his stealth allowed him anywere, nothing was impenertrable to him with the warp rip too. He dranks slowly and thought through things, another would be his pregnant mate, the stranger that tried to attack the turrets, rather a good thing he told the A.I. not to fire before he appeared to the man. He sighed and looked at the bottom of the now empty glass, reaching over and refilling it*
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Posted: Thu Apr 14, 2005 8:40 am
- he forgot what happened at the barn thinking nothing of it. he rathered his thoughts to the fight between him and Yawgmoth. that was a fight he thought. he kept his mind one replaying the fight-
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Posted: Thu Apr 14, 2005 8:44 am
*sips from the refill and closes his eyes, deep thoughts passed him, what to do with the victor of the tournament...let them win or unleash himself, would that scare everybody? the fact he'd been playing soft hearted all this time and the fire displays before weren't much at all compared to what he trained for...all he cared about was his mate and his future child, angel had yet to show him what the hell she was doing, muttering in draconic* "Must not tear thy challanger to shreds, mercyful upon thyself mercy unto others"
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Posted: Thu Apr 14, 2005 8:47 am
-yawns leans back on the chair. he put his hands behind his head- Yawgmoth you better enter the tornament -he said to himself-
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Posted: Thu Apr 14, 2005 8:48 am
Yawgamoth thinks he's too good for the tournament little one....he'll learn *smirks and drinks*
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