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 Posted: Mon Oct 13, 2008 3:41 pm
[[Rei, I wasn't excluding you. I meant for Soren and Alihi to brainstorm and then present their ideas to you. If you want to take it that way, then you're a big baby! : x]]
Sighing heftily, the boy took in all that was being presented around him. Where were the herons, anyway? He hadn't seen any since he'd come around, and that struck him as odd. It was true that the Galdr would make things too easy, if used on all of the enemies, and it may not produce the desired results. The Wind Sage turned to the man that irritated him so much, and grudgingly addressed him.
"Stephan. Which of the Morphs would you think to be the best to speak with, from what you have seen? If we are to gain any advantages, knowledge of the enemy, even a new ally, would be a good place to start."
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Posted: Mon Oct 13, 2008 3:43 pm
"Wait... everyone. I think I might have a peaceful strategy after all!" Sue suddenly snapped with a revelation. "It's all up to Rhys, you see. The Host Club party is on Wednesday. If the morphs are too... intoxicated, we can sneak in and free our crew!"
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Posted: Mon Oct 13, 2008 3:44 pm
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Posted: Mon Oct 13, 2008 3:45 pm
Saturnos This happened to be the Tactician's briefing room, certainly not Rei's room. There was currently nobody in the room that Saturnos could see, although that fact was irrelevant to him. There was a small desk across the room against a wall that contained a handful of papers that were to be used by the tacticians of the group to discuss a suitable strategy to fight the morphs with. Saturnos began flipping through these papers, wondering if the article he was looking for would be contained in this pile, this desk, this room, this house. (( There is no Tactician's Briefing Room that anyone knows of, so GTFO of the imaginary room, please. And if you're saying that it's certainly NOT Rei's room, and you're one to use sarcasm a lot, how can I even know that you aren't just being more annoying than normal? DD: )) -Shaman-Mika- Mika darkened, as the question had also been bothering her. "I'm not really sure. I might fight with you... My sister has turned onto an awful path..."
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Posted: Mon Oct 13, 2008 3:45 pm
((Okay, it's just a nameless room then, happy?))
After he finished copying the data, he took out a completely separate sheet of paper that he was carrying and compared the two sheets he was holding, side-by-side. His expression didn't alter as he inspected the two papers; he simply grunted to himself and rolled the two papers up before tucking the away, out of plain sight. He then proceeded to leave the room.
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Posted: Mon Oct 13, 2008 3:46 pm
Amelia was wondering what was going on as she walked in, immediately hearing Sue go, "...intoxicated, we can sneak in and free our crew!"
"What's going on?" the mage-dressed Trainee questioned. She leaned on her broom and looked over at the nomad curiously.
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Posted: Mon Oct 13, 2008 3:47 pm
Stefan stared blanky at Sue, "Why would the morphs drink?"
He shook his head and refocused on Soren, " Hmmmm, that would take a bit of thinking... There are a few we could rule out instantly. Grishelda would be the least likely. I haven't spoken all that much with other morphs. I am debating whether Vaherianslyeri would listen to me. She seems to express deep attachment to the necromancer so it's a gamble at best... I shall think about this in private for now..."
Stefan walked off, lost in thought.
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Posted: Mon Oct 13, 2008 3:48 pm
Tibarn cocked his head a bit and fluttered his finally dry wings, then stood, murmuring, "Excuse me." He headed up the stairs, back to the bathroom outside of which his remaining clothing was left in a pile. First his jacket, then his belt... red flappy thing... Boots! Always important, and his... what do you even call a long piece of cloth you tie around your forehead? Headband sounds so girly. His hand wraps went on next, followed by his left-hand glove, and just turn up the sleeve on that right arm... there we go!
And... he could hear a pen scratching, if he ignored the conversation Rei and Mika were having (which he did, out of politeness).
A soft cough interrupted Saturnos' attempted exit as the door swung open to reveal the Hawk King's glare. "Just what are you up to, then?"
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Posted: Mon Oct 13, 2008 3:48 pm
Mika smiled. "You'll train me, Rei?"
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Posted: Mon Oct 13, 2008 3:48 pm
Amelia watched Stefan leave, then sat down in a chair. "So what did I miss?" she asked no one in particular, smiling.
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Posted: Mon Oct 13, 2008 3:49 pm
Saturnos ((Okay, it's just a nameless room then, happy?)) (( But, either way, we never said anythign about us writing down any information. Since, you know, Alihi knows all, she probably has a good memory. So I think yuo might be getting information from a nonexistant source or something. Sorry! sweatdrop ))
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Posted: Mon Oct 13, 2008 3:49 pm
*notices Stefan walk off*
If that does happen Sue, then I will gladly help.
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Posted: Mon Oct 13, 2008 3:51 pm
((You don't even know what I'm writing down, so you can't just deny that you don't have it, because I think you do, so there.)) Ganon Firenight A soft cough interrupted Saturnos' work as the door swung open to reveal the Hawk King's glare. "Just what are you up to, then?" "It's none of your business, remove yourself."
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Posted: Mon Oct 13, 2008 3:57 pm
((Alternatively, you can't assume they have it just because you want them to. In any case.))
"You're the one sneaking around like nobody notices you." Tibarn crossed his arms, his wings spread wide enough to stop Saturnos from walking right past him. "I don't like spies, boy. I suggest you spill it before I mistake you for one."
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Posted: Mon Oct 13, 2008 3:57 pm
"Oh no no no, Beorc man. I see what you hid there. Copied plans, hmm?" Janaff said, homing in on Saturnos from behind, effectively sandwiching him between two currently rather menacing hawks. He winked at Tibarn, ready for some fun.
((Stop posting before me, Tibarn. I'll have to tranquilize you. D8 *bricked* ~~TwT ))
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