|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Aug 26, 2004 8:56 pm
someone died ! how sad *she mutters softly, I wonder if I knew them..if they were nice, she looks up at the man who walked over* oh hello *she smiles*
|
 |
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Aug 26, 2004 8:58 pm
* hlods his hand out * its not hard to see that you have lost your memory, Im Breg
|
 |
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Aug 26, 2004 9:00 pm
::apears in the rafters unseen::
|
 |
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Aug 26, 2004 9:00 pm
oh *she takes his hand and gives it a small shake* I'm..*she snaps her fingers* kaiori ! *she says with a happy smile*
|
 |
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Aug 26, 2004 9:00 pm
Breg *notices the unfamiliar face and smiles* Hello there *waves a little as she sits down*
|
 |
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Aug 26, 2004 9:01 pm
kaiori someone died ! how sad *she mutters softly, I wonder if I knew them..if they were nice, she looks up at the man who walked over* oh hello *she smiles* *Looks over at Kaiori and notices that she's not franticly trying to think of a way to help everyone at once* Hitoshi: ... yep she lost her memories.
|
 |
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Aug 26, 2004 9:05 pm
He walks down from his room and said nothing as he openeds the fridge and pulls out his sake and pulls out a small thein chinese drinking cup. He pours the thin sake in the small thin cup as the clear colored liquid gently touches the cup some goes into the cup as a small trinkle hits the table. He slowly brings the sake to his lips and drinks it. He looks at his empty sake cup as he places it on the tables. He pulls out a tissue out of his left hand and slowly wipes his small trinkles on the table. He lifts his sake bottle and he takes it to the fridge and places it in. He closes the door and walks to the couch and lays on the couch. He places his hand on his head. His fingers gently rubbed his temples.
|
 |
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Aug 26, 2004 9:06 pm
9 walked in quietly then when to her office. She fumbled with the lock for a minute before opening the door. Once inside she left teh door open and took a seat at her deck.
|
 |
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Aug 26, 2004 9:07 pm
Still hovering, same place as always, boredom has set in and he plots the judgements and deaths of a few people....looks up and concentrates on his surrondings...
Is there anyone here of significant importance that I may assist?!?
|
 |
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Aug 26, 2004 9:07 pm
::remeining silent in the rafter siting down he waits for one of the swords to enter the room he plans to snatch one::
|
 |
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Aug 26, 2004 9:07 pm
*wakes up and flies back inside*
|
 |
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Aug 26, 2004 9:09 pm
9-Lives 9 walked in quietly then when to her office. She fumbled with the lock for a minute before opening the door. Once inside she left teh door open and took a seat at her deck. ::drops downs and teleports infront of lady 9 his left hand still missing he jabs his hand at her trying to wrap it around her throte:: "Were is the white rose sword!?!"
|
 |
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Aug 26, 2004 9:11 pm
Looks down, notices that 9's office door is open, flies down to the ground and walks in.....
Good evening M'Lady, what is on your mind that has brought about this current recklessness and confusion?
|
 |
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Aug 26, 2004 9:11 pm
HuunReh Still hovering, same place as always, boredom has set in and he plots the judgements and deaths of a few people....looks up and concentrates on his surrondings...Is there anyone here of significant importance that I may assist?!? "You can help me." 9 called out from her office as she laid her head down on the deck "I don't have it dist and I don't know who does. The undead can't use it so I let the others have it."
|
 |
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Aug 26, 2004 9:12 pm
*comes in imediately after 9 as he was following her in from the garden, wraping his clawish looking burned hand around the back of his neck in turn*
|
 |
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
 |
|
|