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 Posted: Tue Dec 13, 2011 10:52 pm
"You asked for it!" Tails said and he went for a fast charge. He braced himself, arm forward, as if he didn't plan on stopping.
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Posted: Tue Dec 13, 2011 11:13 pm
Trigramatic "You asked for it!" Tails said and he went for a fast charge. He braced himself, arm forward, as if he didn't plan on stopping. Tristen's eyes went wide, then brought his arms up, bracing for impact, shielding his face. This was probably going to hurt. If anything, it was blatantly obvious that he was not taught counter tactics yet.
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Posted: Wed Dec 14, 2011 4:25 pm
'Finally some peace,' The Ninetales thought as she sat at the kitchen table, a hot cup of tea steaming in front of her while she massaged her temples from aggravation. It'd taken her some time, but she'd finally managed to convince the damn Koffing to go inside its pokeball for a bit.
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Posted: Wed Dec 14, 2011 4:27 pm
Having been left to his own devices for a while, even by Heine, Chaos returns after some training on the surface of Mt. Silver. He enters the kitchen wordlessly and immediately starts rummaging through the fridge.
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Posted: Wed Dec 14, 2011 4:34 pm
Night glanced up at the sound of someone entering the kitchen before lowering her hands to grasp at her cup for a large swallow, despite the amount of heat the liquid inside was obviously giving off.
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Posted: Wed Dec 14, 2011 4:44 pm
Before long, Chaos is on the new stove, cooking a meal for himself. He goes about this work quietly, failing to even notice the nearby Ninetales hybrid.
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Posted: Wed Dec 14, 2011 4:50 pm
"What are you cooking?" Night asked, sniffing at the smell of food slowly filling the kitchen.
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Posted: Wed Dec 14, 2011 5:01 pm
"So last night was pretty fun huh." Heine stated coming over and leaning against the counter, watching Chaos.
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Posted: Wed Dec 14, 2011 5:03 pm
"Found some chicken breasts tucked away in the fridge. Was planning on only making a few, but..."
Chaos turns around to face Night. "Do I know you? Your voice sounds familiar as hell."
Chaos nods to Heine when she walks in. "You got that right."
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Posted: Wed Dec 14, 2011 5:20 pm
Heine grinned, hopping up onto the counter, spreading her legs and searching through the drawer that was now between them, finding a few cracker packages and deciding to munch.
"We should do it again sometime." Heine stated absently.
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Posted: Wed Dec 14, 2011 5:21 pm
"Heh, think you're probably the only person around here not to know," Night said, with a grin, casting a curious look towards Heine before deeming her unimportant for the moment, "Used to be Aleissa. Now, if you're over there cooking chicken, might I request adding a bit of terayaki, ginger, and cinnamon to one for me?"
She then turned her attention to Heine, "And you are?"
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Posted: Wed Dec 14, 2011 5:25 pm
"You know it, sweetness," Chaos smirks at Heine before looking at Night. "Oh, yeah, I remember you, now." Chaos adds, recalling the night he slapped Alessia on the a**. "Where'd all the fur come from?"
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Posted: Wed Dec 14, 2011 5:33 pm
Heine looked up at Chaos, grinning before turning her attention to the chick with the fur. What the hell was she trying to be? Well, whatever, she was probably one of those weird hybrid things. Like the shrimp.
"Heine. Just Heine. Pleasures all yours." She answered with a grin.
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Posted: Wed Dec 14, 2011 5:36 pm
"Long story, I'd rather not get into right now," Night said, returning to her tea before raising an eyebrow curiously at Heine, "That, I believe, remains to be seen."
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Posted: Wed Dec 14, 2011 6:00 pm
"Right, whatever," Chaos shrugged before returning to the stove, poking Heine in the process. "You eatin' or what?"
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