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 Posted: Sat Jan 17, 2009 8:22 pm
((They will think it's awesome, because we won't screw it up xd Like my blotchy Vaati skin ._. Sorry for fanbasing in the RP ><))
"Myrr..." Farfarello complained. "I need that caravan intact. Otherwise I'm stranded here..."
((But seriously, Z, you are missing out.))
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Posted: Sat Jan 17, 2009 8:30 pm
((Excuse me, but does anyone notice the freakin' huge shield that WILL stop the Skurrut from destroying the caravan? And where the hell is Tida?))
To answer the question of the pompous, judgmental and COMPLETELY self-absorbed Crystal Chronicles fanboy, Tida was miles away from the battle site. Her sand skiff was broken beyond any form of repair, so she didn't care what happened to it, as long as she made it out alive. She just wanted to be with her cousin, Aria... and Vinn, who she may or may not have had the tiniest of crushes on. It was then that she found herself surrounded by Horde Sentinels. There were around 7 of them, closing in on the poor girl...
"ARIA!!! VINN!!! PLEASE, SOMEONE HELP MEEE!!!"
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Posted: Sat Jan 17, 2009 8:32 pm
Myrrelda took her eyes from the approaching Skurrut to look down at Farfarello on her right. "I can fly you wherever you need to be, my love. It gets quite chilly up there... we'd have to take extra measures to be warm...."
Indeed, she would be more than happy to follow Farfarello to the end of the world. If only to annoy him at every turn. What was he doing, anyway, appealing to her supposed caring for his own agenda? As far as she was concerned, his agenda meant less than some baby's stool on the other side of the continent.
~
The Skurrut was oblivious to the wall it was about to charge, though it is still paused mid-step over Hashmal because we were all given the idea that she was going to stab it or something.
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Posted: Sat Jan 17, 2009 8:32 pm
((Don't be so hard on yourself; you aren't any of those things except a Crystal Chronicles fanboy.))
Farfarello frowned. "Oh, come on! You are such a b***h. You wouldn't even feel a slight difference in energy."
((He's so mean gonk ))
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Posted: Sat Jan 17, 2009 8:40 pm
((Are you saying that I'm generous? Ha! Don't be absurd, little beansprout.))
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Posted: Sat Jan 17, 2009 8:41 pm
((I never said you were generous. Just not pompous, judgemental or COMPLETELY self-absorbed.))
((... Beansprout?))
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Posted: Sat Jan 17, 2009 8:41 pm
"Honestly, Far," Myrrelda found herself replying, bored, "what do you think I could do? I can't kill that. Would I reach inside its a** and pull out its innards? Hardly appropriate."
She was examining the stone again, now. The silver, smooth stone found from the wreckage of a sand skiff. Apparently, this was more interesting than the current events, to Myrrelda. She wasn't even interested in the huge, glowing rainbow shield-thing.
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Posted: Sat Jan 17, 2009 8:43 pm
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Posted: Sat Jan 17, 2009 8:44 pm
"You could," Lot of help she is. Farfarello thought angrily. Why does she have to do this!? If I had my power I'd at least use it... He mentally complained.
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Posted: Sat Jan 17, 2009 8:50 pm
((Try challenging her ego. Make it seem as if she's too scared or something. And, is SPI gone? Everything with the Skurrut is paused mid-step for his self-proclaimed awesomeness. And, I have no idea how to help Tida.))
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Posted: Sat Jan 17, 2009 8:54 pm
((Okie dokie; one dent in the ego coming right up...))
Farfarello suddenly decided to change tactics due to an otherworldly force. He shrugged, "Maybe I was wrong. Maybe your power is gone, too..." he paused, "Or maybe you're scared of the beast?"
"...Or maybe it's because you're a girl."
((I think he IS gone.))
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Posted: Sat Jan 17, 2009 8:54 pm
((Waiting... to be smashed... waiting... to be smashed... Oh! I have a plan!))
Raedou shook his head and ran towards the Skurrut.
"Oh, no you don't!" he yelled angrily, "I will not let you destroy my bison!!!"
He sprinted in front of the monster and jumped up to it's face, landing square on it's head. It was very difficult to keep balance while the monster run toward the caravan, but somehow, the Ganzi managed. He held up his blade and shoved it into the beast's right eye.
"Take that, heathen!" he roared, continuously stabbing his sword into the monster's eye, again and again and again.
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Posted: Sat Jan 17, 2009 9:06 pm
Hashmal was unharmed, largely due to her training, but some of it came from the Draon armor, which was somehow unbent. The Draon, sword off to the side, did the next best thing: she pushed it over.
"Well, that plan was a bust... let's find a way to kill it before it rights itself..."
(I had to do the dishes...)
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Posted: Sat Jan 17, 2009 9:12 pm
((I do dishes too. biggrin ))
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Posted: Sat Jan 17, 2009 9:15 pm
((You guys aren't the only ones stare ))
((Halp! I'm being eaten!))
((If Zfatal comes back and says he was doing dishes, I might explode with laughter, effectively waking up everyone in the house.))
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