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 Posted: Fri Apr 06, 2007 8:22 pm
(( Dragons? ))
Sage's voice brings Irianna out of her entranced state. Both fans clatter to the floor with the interruption of her concentration. Iri leans over to retrieve the fans, saying as she does, "Is this gonna be like the last thing you threw together? Quite honestly, I thought the fire breath thing was a little dangerous. Reminded me of something my father tried to teach me once. Not pleasant."
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Posted: Fri Apr 06, 2007 8:24 pm
Sage blinks a bit, then shrugs, " no...the last one was spicey...this is minty. More likely than not it will just be really really strong mint flavor. Or maybe a prismatic stream of flavors, that you experience one after the other as the pudding like soup stuff melts in your mouth."
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Posted: Fri Apr 06, 2007 8:35 pm
Iri quirks an eyebrow in curiousity and asks, "Are you that descriptive about everything, or do you just thoroughly enjoy culinary arts?"
She stuffs the tiny fans in her bag with one hand as she awaits an answer. The same hand brings ou a larger fan, this one a set of steel spikes with decorative red silk held taught and pleated between each length of steel.
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Posted: Fri Apr 06, 2007 8:54 pm
Sage shrugs, " description is description. would you like me to try my hand at describing you next? I can't promise it would be any more or any less than how I've described this pudding here..."
((yeah...dragons on stargate SG:1))
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Posted: Fri Apr 06, 2007 9:01 pm
(( Never seen an episode of it. XD I've heard good things, though. When I saw the word "dragons", I thought of Eragon and some of my favorite Anne McCaffrey novels. ))
Irianna sits back in her chair, tossing the lone fan. She opens it once in a while to fan her face. "Why not? One often wonders what other people think about them. Go for it."
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Posted: Fri Apr 06, 2007 9:06 pm
Sage nods...and begins pondering for a while while he right out stares at iri.
lets see...what kinds of words can I use? she's thin...buxom..has wings..a cheery disposition, red hair...long hair...oi, Inspiration, are you too tired to give me a good description right now?
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Posted: Fri Apr 06, 2007 9:16 pm
Iri continues to toss the steel and silk fan, a succession of light catches and subtle flicks of her right wrist. Violet eyes meet Sage's own gaze. She imagines the sagehirn is talking to one of his mental personas. Upon learning how the man thought, she had been a little disturbed. Now she just takes Sage as he is, and feels nothing but curiousity for his peculiar mental state.
He's actually thinking this through, isn't he? Most guys would just grin and give some teasing remark. Makes me wonder what he's thinking. Just hope the one he calls Libido is back in his cage. Otherwise, I'll probably be needing this fan to cool my face down.
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Posted: Fri Apr 06, 2007 9:29 pm
Sage nods, then blinks before speaking up.
"I would describe you in one word, as Kind...or maybe Nice. However, to give a more precise description, I would say that your hair flows like a flaming river down your back, flanked by the twin mountains of your wings. Your body gives off a sense of frailty...and your bosom counters that with a sense of sensuality. Your eyes are like liquid gems set within a pool of meditation. Your shyness like the wind beneath your wings. Your determination shows through, held within the emerald circle of your eyes. Enthusiasm...or perhaps impatience, emanates from you like an aura. This is how I would describe you."
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Posted: Fri Apr 06, 2007 9:44 pm
A small crackle of rai could faintly be heard in the distance of the tunnels but the sound didn't get quiet or louder.
Kotaru rose an eyebrow and looked to try and find where the sound was coming from.
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Posted: Fri Apr 06, 2007 9:56 pm
Irianna catches the silk fan, but doesn't flick her wrist to toss it again. Instead she holds still and keeps her violet gaze steady as Sage speaks. When he goes silent, Iri can't think of how to respond. She had been expecting the man to pull some kind of verbal prank. What she got was a very eloquent speech. Just when I think I have this person half-way figured out, he switches gears on me. I'm used to being able to sort through a person's reactions and pretty much determine what they're like. In Sage's case, I officially give up on trying to understand him.
The woman clears her throat and lays the fan down on the table. "Well, that's certainly not what I expected to hear. Not sure what I was expecting, but certainly not that." She pause a moment, then asks, "Where did that kind of description come from, anyway? There was one part of it I didn't even understand."
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Posted: Fri Apr 06, 2007 9:59 pm
Sage shrugs, " back during my apprenticeship I read many books. Most were on the mental arts, but my mentor made sure that I read fantastic stories, legends, and the like as well. He said it would come in handy to have a wide array of ideas and experiences to draw from, even if they were not my own direct experiences."
Sage then tilts his head and looks at her blankly, " should I have made it more....libido inclusive?"
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Posted: Fri Apr 06, 2007 9:59 pm
Nami took advantage of his momentary distraction to launch a piece of stone from the floor at the remaining clones, scattering them into nothingness. The rock was on a direct path at Kotaru but she knew the Akatsuki would catch it before it even became an actual threat.
She gasped softly, that flickering growing again as the sound of rai continued, never changing. She tried not to tell herself that it was Clow. Hope only ever lead to disappointment.
Instead, she shoved herself away from the wall and pelted further into the tunnel as fast as she could. She could risk a hand to hand fight with Kotaru, not with the possibility that her midsection could be struck. She wouldn't risk it.
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Posted: Fri Apr 06, 2007 10:03 pm
The bookcase that concealed the Ho Dojo slid up into the roof as Seph stepped out into the main room. He took a deep breath and narrowed his eyes, his gaze shifting about his surroundings. He had his chakra signature hidden well enough, and a yawn escaped.
He took a step forward and let the bookcase slam shut, securely locking his--er, Sephs--Dojo.
((Sage, what's controlling Seph is just a Virus. It doesn't have it's own sense of intelligence, but rather 'takes over' the brain of its host. ))
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Posted: Fri Apr 06, 2007 10:04 pm
((there's that answer I needed...ooo, and egg! *click*))
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Posted: Fri Apr 06, 2007 10:10 pm
When Sage mentions "Libido", Irianna's reaction is instant. A small blush creeps across her cheeks and she begins to wave both her hands in a dismissive gesture. Her lips break into a nervous smile and she begins to giggle in much the same nature. "No, no, you most certainly should not have included that part of your mind in your description. What you said was absolutely beautiful. It would be a shame if you had said it any differently."
She stops waving her hands and reaches for her fan. Subtle flicks of her wrist bring cool air to her heated cheeks. Not sure, but I think he ruffled my feathers on purpose. Or maybe he still doesn't totally understand the whole shyness concept?
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