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 Posted: Mon Aug 01, 2005 8:25 pm
Janani's just a hulking behmoth asleep. She'd make a good sheild as her could resist a punch or knife thrust like it was just somebody tickling her.
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Posted: Mon Aug 01, 2005 8:27 pm
NEVER!
:::She went straight for the back of the bar, prepairing herself...:::
You'll feel nothing but pain from me from now on!
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Posted: Mon Aug 01, 2005 8:30 pm
It might be disappointing if Janani were not to cause a crash in the Brink, so, in true fashion to her usual entrances, she rolls over, once more. This time, however, she finds her body hovering dangerously close to the edge looking over where Torment and Kara have decided to find themselves in a some sort of battle she is not privy too nor would understand. Needless to say, a few seconds is all it takes before the edge is breached...and all five-hundred pounds of lean muscle is falling their way.
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Posted: Mon Aug 01, 2005 8:39 pm
Tor chuckled for a moment, and began to speak, but when Jan started to fall he darted backwards, clumsily throwing the warm guiness in the direction of Kara, whether or not it'd hit her, Jan, or neither is up to chance.
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Posted: Mon Aug 01, 2005 8:46 pm
:::Kara watched wide eyed as the huge woman crashed to the floor, and moments later, a bottle wizzed by her, nearly hitting her. It snapped her out of staring at the giant, and reminded her what she was doing...but getting over her now to where Tor was would be difficult:::
:::She stood, narrow eyed watching him. Unless the brink saw fit, he was stuck there anyway:::
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Posted: Mon Aug 01, 2005 8:50 pm
It's still impossible to see what Janani is wearing due to the blanket she holds tight to herself, and it's thick enough that close examination would be impossible. She rolls over, again, this time her left hand moving towards Kara. It would be wholey unintentional if she actually touched her. Still, Janani holds close to WhiteRose.
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Posted: Mon Aug 01, 2005 9:13 pm
The bar provided Tor with another alcoholic projectile as he backed away from the giant of a woman, "Kara, I have no wish to hurt you, especially seeing as you'll likely derive some twisted pleasure from it. If you calm down, I'll appoligize. I'm not fond of appoligizing to people currently trying to nearly kill me."
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Posted: Mon Aug 01, 2005 9:17 pm
:::She pointed her finger at him, as though hexing him, her eyes wide now:::
You can't save yourself now. You're as doomed as your father for crossing me! You'll see! I won't rest until you're miserable!
:::Her anger began to stew, which was all together different from boiling over, as it had been... but worse because it meant serious trouble was cooking for who ever it was directed at:::
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Posted: Mon Aug 01, 2005 9:21 pm
Janani murmurs, again, as her small wings flap underneath the blanket. Her hand comes to rest dangerously close to Kara, though not touching. She just doesn't seem to be, at all, aware of her surroundings. At least, she's not at the moment.
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Posted: Mon Aug 01, 2005 10:17 pm
:::But as she stands there, Kara fades away...the key seems to go with her, but if one looks hard enough, they'll notice that it's sitting peacefully on it's hook on the wrack:::
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Posted: Tue Aug 02, 2005 8:33 pm
** Enter Bard, Melliandra from Bard's Time 22 **
*Bard fades into the Brink. He turns to make sure Melliandra has arrived safely with him*
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Posted: Tue Aug 02, 2005 8:41 pm
*Mell appears next to Bard, still in her 20th century attire for a brief moment. Now that she's back in the Brink, though, it morphs back into the ballgown she'd been wearing before. She grimaces, putting a hand to her side, and grumbles* Right. Back to the corset.
*she shoots a look at Bard, as though he were responsible for the restrictive attire of 15th century women* Satisfied now?
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Posted: Tue Aug 02, 2005 8:44 pm
*Bard frowns slightly* No, actually... if I were a doctor I'd put you on a regimen of antibiotics immediately. I can only hope that you don't come down with something dreadful.
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Posted: Tue Aug 02, 2005 8:48 pm
Come down with something? *she puts her hands on her hips* What the devil are you going on about now?
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Posted: Tue Aug 02, 2005 8:53 pm
*Bard sighs, clearly uncomfortable* The last time I brought someone from the past to my time, she got so sick she very nearly.. well ... I didn't want the same thing to happen to you. But you wouldn't exactly stop to listen to reason now would you?
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