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Posted: Tue Dec 01, 2009 2:08 pm
"AH!" Amaia screams as she's knocked back by Bakar's new spell. "You clamcake!" Amaia lowers her swords, and approaches Bakar slowly. "I only want to talk, I swear it!"
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Posted: Tue Dec 01, 2009 2:09 pm
((@Panda: I is haz sorries.)) "Hmm...I'm bored. I will have a snack."
[Conjure Food]
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Posted: Tue Dec 01, 2009 2:09 pm
Lorika "Sorry kiddo... but in MY WORLD.... there is no such thing as LOGIC." [Zombie Global Takeover]
"paybacks a b***h" Panda said casting his spell
[Negation]
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Posted: Tue Dec 01, 2009 2:10 pm
Don't think I'm evil...
Bakar giggles at Panda's words, seeming to have gotten a different meaning. Bakar then turns to Amaia. "Ok, fine. Let's talk."
...I just eat babies
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Posted: Tue Dec 01, 2009 2:12 pm
"Bakar, why did you run away from me earlier? When I asked if I knew you, you ran away, why?" she asked, staring at him intently, waiting for a good answer.
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Posted: Tue Dec 01, 2009 2:14 pm
Lorika suddenly remembers she has to go write in French.
So she disappears with a small "poot" noise.
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Posted: Tue Dec 01, 2009 9:12 pm
A slim figure with a colorful top hat and a flowing green cloak descends from the seemingly endless sky, landing gracefully and one foot and kneeling to break his fall. His cloak flowed down behind him, spreading across the grassy floor. Adjusting his black framed glasses, he stood up and shifted the hat on his head. He pushed his cloak behind him and began walking towards the group. The air was so calm around him that it seemed like time didn't move around this figure. Facing the group he stared at them through his red and green contacts and opened his mouth slowly, beginning to speak.
"WHAT THE HELL IS THIS THREAD?! EVERYONE CAN GODMODE HERE?! OMGWTFBBGSAUCEFEPOIGHP=GN-PF[NVPEVB{periodBI{OBGE{IOVNEI/O.VH';WEIPBWPBFWsemicolonEUFEO;GUVO!!!!!!11!1!one!!eleven!!!!!"
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Posted: Tue Dec 01, 2009 9:57 pm
Sta runs wearing sunglasses. She's carrying a spoon, some brie, and a baguette. "BAAAAKAR? Tu est où?" she yells in her broken French. She clears her throat, switching to English. "I got a spoon for you! And that baguette you made me. And some cheese!"
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Posted: Tue Dec 01, 2009 11:53 pm
Lorika appears and steals the baguette.
"Don't worry. I shall put it to good use."
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Posted: Tue Dec 01, 2009 11:57 pm
 "Noo! I disarmed that all by myself! Don't forget to take the brie too at least! It's not as tasty by itself."
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Posted: Tue Dec 01, 2009 11:58 pm
"I HAVE NO USE FOR BRIE."
She walks around the room, using the baguette as in impromptu metal detector. For some reason, it beeps like a real metal detector. Magic!
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Raining_Stardust rolled 1 6-sided dice:
5
Total: 5 (1-6)
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Posted: Wed Dec 02, 2009 12:18 am
 Upon hearing this, Sta got pissed off. The brie she had brought was so creamy. So spreadable. And so good with that baguette. She threw her spoon at the high priestess in frustration. "I was a deist to begin with!" pseudo-[signature strike]
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Posted: Wed Dec 02, 2009 12:23 am
The spoon hits her directly in the head. A gigantic gaping pit of demonic energy opens up behind her, and she's dragged through by a thousand clawing hands.
"AUUUUU-"
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Raining_Stardust rolled 1 6-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-6)
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Posted: Wed Dec 02, 2009 12:41 am
 Sta remembers something that frightens her a bit. [OOC: yes, back story because preexisting OCs have back stories] She remembers pair of metal wings and falling through time on them. Then she lost them. But she couldn't remember why or how she got them. Did she make them? Sta runs towards the high priestess, yelling, "WAIT, WHAT'S HAPPENING?" She draws her sword, dropping the brie, and slashes at the hands. "Ma'am!" [Signature Attack]
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Posted: Wed Dec 02, 2009 12:43 am
 Sta jumps through the portal, following the priestess. [Signature Travel] [OOC: Double post sorry I'm rushing a bit because of homework.]
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