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Ovan Maxwell Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Aug 07, 2010 4:24 pm
Ovan scowled at his future stepson, "Dont you talk about my unborn daughter like that!" He snapped at him.
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Posted: Sat Aug 07, 2010 4:27 pm
Jay raised his hands "Hey sorry. Didnt mean to offend. Which reminds me," he reached into his back pocket and brought out a thick envelope and handed it to Zoje "This is for you mom. ITs from Jenkins. I think he misses you." Zoje squeezed Ovans hand gently before taking the envelope from Jay and slitting open the top.
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Ovan Maxwell Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Aug 07, 2010 4:33 pm
Ovan leaned over Zoje's shoulder to read the note, "If its anything dirty, ill beat him... I mean, ill pay someone to beat him up." He looked to Jay, "Do you take bribes?"
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Posted: Sat Aug 07, 2010 4:36 pm
Jay grinned mischeviously "Maybe, maybe not." Zoje laughed "Om my gods this is rich. Listen to this dearest Zoje, I am sending this letter via your amazing son Jay to let you know how much I miss and love you, blah blah I need you in my life or I might die, blah I miss your laugh and they way your so beautiful and strong all the time... This guy has no life."
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Ovan Maxwell Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Aug 07, 2010 4:43 pm
Ovan pulled a zippo lighter from his pocket and sparked it, "Goodbye losers letter." He said, begining to char the edges of the letter.
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Posted: Sat Aug 07, 2010 4:47 pm
Zoje rolled her eyes 'If you wanna set somehting on fire you have to better than that. This is magic mail. You have to use magic to destroy it. Try using magic."
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Ovan Maxwell Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Aug 07, 2010 4:54 pm
Ovan sighed, putting away the lighter, "You know, as long as ive been here, I havent learned the slightest about doing magic." He pouted.
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Posted: Sat Aug 07, 2010 4:58 pm
Zoje put the letter in his hand "Nonsense. Of course you can do magic. I wouldnt have hired you unless I didnt think you could. Now just search through your mind until you find the magic. Once you do say Eron." she turned to Jay "Its amazing how people think magic is so complicate isnt it?" Jay nodded "Yeah it is considering that everyone can do it."
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Ovan Maxwell Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Aug 07, 2010 5:04 pm
Ovan searched deep into his mind, thinking deeply. He began to hum a late 80's song and said it, "Eron." The flame spurted from her hand, immdiately burning the letter, "Woah... nice."
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Posted: Sat Aug 07, 2010 5:06 pm
Zoje smiled "See thats not so hard is it." Jay nodded "Yeah man good job."
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Ovan Maxwell Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Aug 07, 2010 5:11 pm
Ovan turned away bashfully, "Dont treat me like im potty training..."
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Posted: Sat Aug 07, 2010 5:14 pm
Jay smiled "No really that was good. Much better than the first time I tried to summon fire anyway..." he trailed off his face reddening Zoje clapped his shoulder "Jay, I doubt anyone can match the events that took place the first time you tried to summon fire."
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Ovan Maxwell Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Aug 07, 2010 5:16 pm
Ovan smiled, though he didnt know the joke, "Im just older than you were, ive experienced the eighties in a way you cant imagine."
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Posted: Sat Aug 07, 2010 5:19 pm
Jay pursed his lips "Thank god for that. I went back in time to the 80s for a dare once. I stayed for like five minutes then went back to my time screaming." he shook his head "Its no wonder old people today are so messed up" Zoje frowned at him and smacked the back of his head "You say old people are weird but your the one who piecred his ba...never mind thats not good dinner conversation" she said making a face.
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Ovan Maxwell Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Aug 07, 2010 5:28 pm
Ovan shook his head and smacked Jay as well, "We had the good Transformers and better... Dont do drugs kid..." He said, stopping himself. It killed him to remember those days.
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