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 Posted: Wed Jan 19, 2005 1:24 pm
"Sure."
He takes her hand and drags himself up. He then returns the hug she gave him.
"Thanks for playing with me. I had fun."
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Posted: Wed Jan 19, 2005 1:27 pm
JJax quite an interesting "attack" , if thats what i can call it...lol ((... Capitalism "Quite", take the space out from after "attack", capitalize I, and replace 'lol' with something like "Jax laughs". And put whatever he's saying in quotation marks, at the very least.)) "Whoa!" Mekryd yells as he rolls out of the way of Laiyre, kicking, in spite of the stems wrapped around her wrists. "...Too much weight, here..." mutters Mekryd to himself as he kneels, and holds his staff out to the side. The staff glows for a moment, and turns into an oddly blue acorn. Flailing around for some random banter to distract his opponent, Mekryd yells "How many cows died to suit you up like that?!", and begins to walk steadily backwards away from his opponent.
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Posted: Thu Jan 20, 2005 9:37 am
"Ergh - numerous - cows-," she answers, kicking in between words. "Why are you walking away? Scared I'll beat you?" She sticks her tongue out for emphasis.
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Posted: Thu Jan 20, 2005 1:27 pm
"Hrm... not really. Just waiting for the stems to go taught..." said Mekryd, smiling slightly, murmuring to himself. Then, so his opponent could hear it, "And that would be..."
"Now."
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Posted: Fri Jan 21, 2005 5:30 pm
"Damnit!" She kicks more, though the stems are, indeed, taut and there's no way her kicks will be able to reach him
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Posted: Fri Jan 21, 2005 5:40 pm
"Wow. You're..." Mekryd searched for a correct word. "Energetic?"
He thought for a moment, and walked nearly into kicking range, saying, "So... do you give up?"
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Posted: Fri Jan 21, 2005 7:39 pm
"NEVER!" Now that she actually stood a chance of kciking him, she redoubled her efforts. The tip of one foot very nearly caught his ear.
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Posted: Fri Jan 21, 2005 7:43 pm
"Whoa!" says Mekryd, cupping his hand to his ear and taking a half-step backwards.
Mekryd ponders about the situation for a moment, and then walks over to an oak tree a few yards behind him, picking a nut from its branches.
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Posted: Sat Jan 22, 2005 1:27 pm
If I could only get at one of my weapons... The dandelion stalks are taut about her wrists, and she can't twist them in such a way as to cut herself free. She has a dagger in her right boot, also, but no way of getting at it. Damn!
She merely stares at Mekryd, trying to come up with a plan.
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Posted: Sat Jan 22, 2005 8:14 pm
For some odd reason, Mekryd found this quiet stare more frightening than the rest of her attacks. He shakes it off, and crushes the acorn he had just picked. Several lithe branches flow from Mekryd's hand, and move to the ground before beginning to wrap around Laiyre's ankles.
"I don't suppose you'll tell me your name now? I find using personal pronouns so... impersonal." A moment of pause follows while Mekryd ponders the oxymoron aspect of his statement.
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Posted: Mon Jan 24, 2005 12:10 pm
Laiyre considers for a moment. It's obvious, she's not going to win this battle, much as it pains her to admit... "I'll tell you my name," she began slowly, "If you let me go, first. I won't attack you once I'm set free."
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Posted: Mon Jan 24, 2005 1:29 pm
Mekryd pauses for a moment, and then places his blue acorn back on his necklace. The branches, dandelions, and other things start to move back to the indoor forest as Mekryd makes a wide sweeping motion with his right hand.
"There we go."
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Posted: Mon Jan 24, 2005 2:57 pm
"All right then." She dusts herself off, and puts her weapons back in their appropriate places, before introducing herself. "My name is Laiyre Blackthorn."
She says it in a surprisingly pleasant tone of voice.
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Posted: Mon Jan 24, 2005 7:58 pm
Mekryd makes a small bowing motion, smiling. "Nice you meet you, Laiyre."
"Man, I'm tired..." Mekryd walks over to the metal siding of the warehouse, and plops himself down next to the entrance.
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Posted: Tue Jan 25, 2005 4:54 am
Laiyre grins. At least I managed to tire him out...
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