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 Posted: Wed Apr 13, 2005 12:33 am
*Mystina smirked* I'm a Faerie. and my name is Mystina, for your information....
Torment, are you okay? *She looks a bit worried and walks over to him*
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Posted: Wed Apr 13, 2005 12:34 am
Torment slowly turned his gaze to glare at Ichiro, "Unless you've got the willpower and the nerve to move me, shove it ya berk. I'm sore as ******** and moving is not something I'd like to be doing." Tor shuddered as he heard Mystina, "Oh god....is that b*****d torturing me?"
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Posted: Wed Apr 13, 2005 12:36 am
Willpower? Nerve? How 'bout balls of steel?
>>Ichiro lifts the bottle off the table and then calmly kicks the table over<<
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Posted: Wed Apr 13, 2005 12:36 am
*Mystina grumbled* Who would be torturing you? Tac? I'm gonna guess you know then about Sent fathering my child. *snickers*
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Posted: Wed Apr 13, 2005 12:44 am
((teh w00t, a trunk))
As the table tipped Tor seemed to try and flap somewhat, a pained expression passing over his face, not only from the motion, but also fromforgetting the fact it was the Brink, with everything included therein. He hit the ground with as thud as several of the wrappings came loose and his weakened, healing skin tore in a small section up his back. He groaned slightly, thinking to himself, Kalie is gonna ******** kill me...she just change these. He gripped his side as he remained on the ground, the bandages soaking up some of the blood.
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Posted: Wed Apr 13, 2005 12:46 am
Serves you right. Don't screw with me again.
>>Ichiro gets up and goes over to the bar, pouring a glass there instead<<
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Posted: Wed Apr 13, 2005 12:48 am
*Mystina ran over to him, glaring at Ichiro* Can you please find me a towel or some bandages?
Tor, I need you to stay on your side, and stay still.? *applies pressure to the wound she sees bleeding the most*
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Posted: Wed Apr 13, 2005 12:49 am
Tor groaned as he motioned to Mystina, "Leave it...just...could..ugh..could you go grab me a couple rags and several bottles, making sure they're glass bottles of anything alcoholic? I doubt our guest will be very helpful."
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Posted: Wed Apr 13, 2005 12:50 am
Why? It's his own ********' fault. I warned his a** anyhow. I don't see how its MY problem.
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Posted: Wed Apr 13, 2005 12:52 am
*Mystina walks quickly to the bar, and begins rummaging behind it, cussing as she does, until she finds some rags, grabs a few glass bottles of alcohol*
Even so, you could clearly see he was injured, and didn't need to add to those. That wasn't very nice of you, you could have just -moved-....
*Mystina walks back over to Tor* Where do you want them?
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Posted: Wed Apr 13, 2005 12:55 am
Why the hell should *I* move? I was sitting there peacefully. He's the one who appears on my damn table and refuses to move. If he's got an issue with that, he can suck my..... Look. What the hell ever. My apologies, a**.
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Posted: Wed Apr 13, 2005 12:57 am
He pulled Mystina closer, taking a rag and dropping it on the ground, dropping a bottle next to it, but it didn't break. He spoke to her rather harshly, "I need a drink mixer. Mix this s**t together and get bombed so I won't feel the pain." He whispered afterwards, "Making a special cocktail. Thank god X taught me something."
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Posted: Wed Apr 13, 2005 1:04 am
>>Ichiro finishes pouring the glass and then sets down the glass an bottle. Reaching up, Ichiro undoes the clasp on the helmet and takes it off. The first thing that's apparent is that seeing her face doesn't help her disposition. She runs her hand through her shorn black hair quickly and picks up both glass and bottle<<
s**t, man. You're a goddamn mess.
>>Ichiro walks over to Tor and sniffs, tapping at him slightly with a toe, the scowl on her face seemingly her natural look<<
Look here, dumbass. You want something strong? Try this crap. Its good for only two things. Varnishing and killing brain cells. And since you look ******** half dead anyhow....
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Posted: Wed Apr 13, 2005 1:04 am
*Mystina runs back to the bar, turning to Ichiro* Okay, I need your help, what the ******** is a drink mixer?!?!
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Posted: Wed Apr 13, 2005 1:07 am
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