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 Posted: Tue Feb 19, 2008 1:56 pm
"Yes. Our Festivle is planned to begin next week. You are wlecome to stay for it if you'd like. Now, Hero's you say? Well, thats a thing I would surly like to see..." She had started at a normal volume, but by the time she had gotten to the last bit, she was whispering.
"M'lady." one of her servants said, stopping her in the hall and interuppting her dark thoughts. "Yes?" she snapped "What is it?" The servent flinched back, eyeing her cautiously "Well...um there is something you should probably hear..."
"WHAT?!" She barked, sending the servent jumping. "HEROS?!?" Her breathing became short, choppy breths as she tried to controll her anger "Well....this will....set the plan.......back immensly!" She gasped. "Get rid of them" She whispered "But M'lady-" the servent said, keeping his distance. "Did you not hear me you idiot?! GET RID OF THEM!" She shriked. "Y-yes ma'am" She said, tripping over himself as he ran from the room. "Goddamn you Anya!" She spat "Goddamn you all!"
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Posted: Tue Feb 19, 2008 2:57 pm
Nysa jumped for joy out the door as it came free, following happily behind Esenya. With adoring eyes he agreed with her every plan, ecstatic just to be out of the cage! “Esenya you are the best!” He murmured, peeking around corners and wondering how they were to get out of the prison itself. It seemed that even though no one was around getting out was proving to be a headache. Just looking down corridors wasn’t going to get them anywhere; they needed to find doors that opened into bright sun shiny places full of joy…
Nysa let his imagination carry him along to blissful places of peace with Esenya before politely popping his mind back to the present situation. ”I could always transform, leaping at people doesn’t use up as much energy as my sunlight beam does.” Nysa suggested too, it would be a good idea to have everyone to use a plan for backup.
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Posted: Wed Feb 20, 2008 8:23 am
"Mauser has rarely been proven wrong, if ever. However, these heroes will be soon in our midst." Wilhelm placed his hand on his book, his bird now chirping a bit. "It would seem you have restless spirits in this castle." He spoke, closing his eyes a tiny bit as he pat Mauser on the head. "My companion seems worried they are after you."
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Posted: Sat Mar 01, 2008 2:31 pm
((so... is everyone going to let this just die? What's up with that? ))
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Posted: Sun Mar 02, 2008 11:40 am
(I'm not letting it die, other people have to post and such. There's only so much I can do. )
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Posted: Sun Mar 02, 2008 7:43 pm
((OK I don't want this to die... at least not now, it's just beginning.
But we got out of the jail and what now? sweatdrop ))
"Wait there Eso... I'll going with you" Them Helios walk few steps "where could be my manners is I leave you go alone?"
Them he took out his sword "I prefer heard you more than be here waiting for not to do... Anyway this sword and I still needing some practice" said Helios hugging his sword joining to and Eso in the scout
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Posted: Sat May 03, 2008 6:47 pm
ninja evil twisted
Username: Tabtha_Lee_Curran
Character name: Tabisa Raccoon.
Race: ½ Human ½ Raccoon Demon.
Age: 18.
Personality: I am spunky, Hyper at times, and I always say what’s on my mind, and it’s usually very random and somewhat true, I am crazy and weird, some people say that I’m strange, derange, and even insane
Weapon: Long Sword.
Element: Fire.
Appearance: White Caucasian, Female, Long Black Hair, Red Eyes, 5 Foot 3 Inches High, Average Wait, Black Shirt, Black Jeans, Black Boots with Red Shoelaces and a Coon Tail. 
ninja evil twisted
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Posted: Sun May 04, 2008 5:44 pm
Clara wakes up to the sound of members fighting in the next room. She wants to just drift away and go back to the place she sees in her dreams. The place she sees is actually the place she was before she came here. She dreams and dreams, wishing she was actually there. Petunia, her mother, walks into the room with her father. " Clara, get up! Get to work. I need to get ready for the ball! " " But mother-" Petunia interups Clara, and slaps her. " No Buts what so ever! " " Mother! " Clara cries softly into her pillow, wondering if her mother new about the place in her dreams. Clara gets up, and starts making her sheets on the floor look nice and neat. Clara felt like a slave.
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