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 Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2009 2:03 pm
confuzzled1950 The cat lifts an eyebrow. And you eat with that mouth? Shame on you. he slides the dial back to neutral with a satisfied grin. What do you know. It really worked. I'll have to let her know about that when we get back. Any way, aren't you even a bit curious as to how we are going to get to Avernus? Find me a shadow. Any shadow will do but since I'm taking you along, you may want it to be of a reasonable size so as to give us elbow room. *Luciel is about to reply when a shudder passes through his body, his eyes flashing from coppery-gold to emerald green* Oooooh....Hello, Zel...Why ye want a shadow?...*Shakes his aching head* Okay...better now...Zel, I have a quick request to make....please try and cure my younger self of his mouth. I've been thinking as I slept that maybe doing that will fix my mouth as well...and mine's infinitely worse than his. And Ly...much as I applaud your efforts....please destroy that focus you have...I don't appreciate having one made of me. I will however, concede the point that it is needed right now...so please don't make any more.
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2009 3:01 pm
as often as you keep dragging that little bit of dragonling trouble out, we need all the help we can get... i'll think about it... but i really do like the idea of having some backfiring amulets floating about... don't worry they won't hurt ye... could be fun too.... for ye as well as everyone else... espedially iffin ye manage to get yer hands on one or two....
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2009 4:00 pm
*Glares at Lyssan*
Ye seem to forget that I'm not dragging him out, he and I are vying for control of this body...just be glad he can't use Voidmagic.
And Lyssan...Iffin I hadn't chosen to take the spell into meself...ye might have been in my condition...think on that. I'm going to try and get some work done in the galley before Luciel gets another shot....maybe I'll make some gumbo to make up for the trouble he's caused...and I don't mind them being about as long as he's about....I just don't like people having focuses on me...ESPECIALLY not a Kitsune. Sorry, Ly, but I am a Voidmage...Kitsune aren't usually high on my "Let's be friends" list.
*Goes to the galley and starts cooking some gumbo, frying crawfish to go with it and steaming some rice*
And I'll make a pie for dessert...any preference of flavor?
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2009 6:55 pm
peach please calls lyssan over her shoulder... she turns to watch austin and zel arguing in the distance... dang my clairaudience must be on the blink again - happens everytime i get a head cold - i can't hear a thing their saying....
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2009 7:03 pm
*Quickly makes up a peach pie, an apple pie, a blueberry pie, and a pair of bavarian cream pies. Suddenly, his eyes shudder and swap over to coppery-gold again. Taking up one of the cream pies, he swiftly loops around Lyssan, coming in behind her...and throws the pie into her face as he flies up into the air*
Hahaha...gotcha, Mrs. Foxy Lady.
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2009 7:21 pm
dang... zel is going to be so upset... that was his favorite pie... lyssan pulls out a large red stone and rubs it with her thumb - it is nothing more than a spell amplifier by the way - she waits until the dragonling is looking back over his shoulder to see the affect of his prank and materializes an enormous banana creme pie inches from his body... he hits just as he starts to turn his head forwards, plowing into it face first... the gooey mess startles him long enough he loses concentration and begins to fall from the sky...
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2009 7:29 pm
*Tries to flap his wings, but can't..they're trapped by the goop. He falls staight down, smacking into the deck. A snap is heard from both of his wings as he screams in pain*
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2009 7:34 pm
hmmmm... looks like yer pranks have backfired on ye... let take a look at those wings... again.... ye know... ye are the most accident proned prankster i know... ye think ye'd learn by now to tone it down a bit...
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2009 7:38 pm
*Pulls beneath the pie, Spitting acid at the encraoching Foxy Lady*
Get away from me! My wings are broken, thanks to ye!
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2009 7:49 pm
ye have only yerself to blame, brat... not let's get that goo off ye and check ye out... normal retaliations don't work ye know... we have to get creative... hold still... stop squirming....
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2009 7:53 pm
*Chomps his teeth down on the offending, intruding hand*
Note: Remember...he kin eat diamonds...imagine how hard his teeth must be
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2009 8:07 pm
lyssan sighs, removes her hand then grabs his muzzle in her good hand... she hold it shut with ease (he being of the lizard family that is) and calls for duct tape... i'm only going to say this once, luceil.. iffin ye don't want me to tape yer mouth shut, ye will refrain from doing that again...
now either ye cooperate... or i'll call Jor in to handle it... but those wings need to be set... not that ye really need them to fly... but ye do need them to steer... ye want to be bumping into things for the rest of yer life?
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2009 8:09 pm
*Cowed, the dragonling just nods*
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2009 8:20 pm
good.. now hold perfectly still... this is going to hurt... i'll try to do it fast...
lyssan straightens the wings and aligns the bones carefully... then splints them carefully...
guess ye lessons are cancelled for a bit... zel should be happy to here that... he hates going back into the hells....
here drink this... it will help ye sleep off the pain...
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2009 8:31 pm
*Grimaces at the taste,but drinks it down, warned by the look in Lyssan's eyes. Slowly, he nods off to sleep...and an interesting phenomenon is noted: His dreams don't come true. He does, however, twitch as though he's having a nightmare*
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