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 Posted: Sat Aug 19, 2006 8:44 pm
*Armion rolls over in his sleeps, Snorts a little and scratches himself. Half wakes up to pee. Basic sleepy action.*
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Posted: Sat Aug 19, 2006 9:56 pm
*Armion could briefly be seen walking through the tavern and out the doors. Having woken up in the middle if the night with the nagging feeling that he had forgot somthing. when it dawned on him he opened the balconey door and then walked out through the tavern main doors. He walked out to the seacliffs. ((I am assuming this is on a different time period than the current drama.)) there he waved his hand summoning a chess table and two chairs. from the sea rose a massive shape indefinable in the night. then suddenly the shape was gone and a man sat oppisite of armion.*
#Armion.#
Yes B'?
#your naked Armion#
So?
#thought you should no thats all. long time no see.#
Only a couple thousand years B. What did you miss me? *Armion's voice had taken on a teasing tone.*
*The mans eyes flash menacingly*
#You forget yourself Planeswalker#
My apologies Dear Lord. Shall we begin?
#Yes, It has been a long time for this old lizard. *He moves a piece* your move#
*the game goes on into the night the two talking like old friends.*
((I have no qualms with being noticed and followed by anyone awake and capable of traveling the distance.))
((Edit: I will move this if necessary but I didn't want to interfere with the current goings on at the Seacliffs.))
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Posted: Sat Aug 19, 2006 11:03 pm
*Even after a lot of rest through the day, fire still has not regained conscience. You can see that she has 2nd degree burns on her arms, legs, and stomach. Rhodes cleaned her up and put wrapping on her but there wasn't much else she could do.*
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Posted: Sun Aug 20, 2006 12:17 am
*In the dark of the night, fire wakes up coughing up a fit. Blood was flying everywhere from her mouth and for some strange reason, sand was laced in her blood. She coughed one more time. More violent then the other coughs and ended up getting the sandy blood all over the window passing out moments later*
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Posted: Sun Aug 20, 2006 1:05 pm
As the tavern had quieted down Red had fallen asleep in one of the arm chairs, a testimony to just how comfortable she had become in the tavern. Never in her life would she had just fallen asleep out in the open without any protective covering, but lots of things had changed over the last few days. So she sat snoving happily.
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Posted: Sun Aug 20, 2006 1:30 pm
It was around midnight when the boat anchored in the shadows of the cliff. The vessel was small enough to not make much noise as the waves lapped against it, compared to those large, modern day pirate ships which could be seen by a blind watchman and heard by his grandmother. No the man didn’t like being detected that easily, he preferred things to go smoothly.
The man stood up, wiping the soot off his face and clothes. He appeared to be in his early thirty’s, standing about 6 feet tall with a good amount of charcoal in his boots to add to the height as well. The man strapped his array of guns (he had about 6) to his belt and stuck a bottle of booze into his pocket. Then walking over to his kitchen cabinet pulled out a cloth bag marked firestarter, and swung it over his shoulder making his way off the boat and onto the sandy beach, headed towards the open window where his prey was suppose to sleep.
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