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 Posted: Tue Nov 30, 2004 11:13 pm
*Mastema chuckles* Good. Zio, make the final preparations to Zenogais. I want him moving by the scheduled time tomorrow. *With Zio's acknowledgements, Mastema starts to make some calculation adjustments on screen*
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Posted: Tue Nov 30, 2004 11:24 pm
*Nana taps at the side of her head as she thinks about what else to put on the note pad*
--_--
Hmm... what else....?
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Posted: Tue Nov 30, 2004 11:30 pm
*Mastema continues to make his calculations*
Slayer: My my....what an interesting establishment. Slayer calmly walks the streets of the citadel, smoking his pipe as he goes* More space than Mastema would ever need.... *The smoke turns into bat like shapes after a moment in the air*
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Posted: Tue Nov 30, 2004 11:36 pm
*Nana tries to keep the list simple. She wasn't sure what Mastema would want aswell so she makes sure there's pleanty of room. Other things would need to come into play, like where were they going to get married, food, music...*
o_o
I need a wedding dress!
=_=
Ok.... Where am I going to get a wedding dress...? It needs to be me...
--.-- *huff*
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Posted: Tue Nov 30, 2004 11:44 pm
Hmm... Zio, keep an eye on this data... I do believe I have an appointment to keep *Zio confirms as Mastema starts to walk down to the 77th level*
Slayer: Hmm... *the cape around his shoulders turns into a pair of bat wings red on one side nad black on the other. He "glides" around the citadel and takes in the sights* I can only imagine what hidden features there must lay in this place
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Posted: Tue Nov 30, 2004 11:54 pm
*Nana continues pondering a dress, then begins to doodle again*
Hmm. It'd need to be a little low in the back for my wings... Then this... and this...
*The doodle is starting to look very good. Now if only the dress existed*
*Huffs dreamily*
^\\^
Hmm... heart
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Posted: Wed Dec 01, 2004 12:03 am
*Mastema keeps his hands pocketed and walks down toward the 77th level. As he reaches the 80th level he notices the towels on the ground* Hmm... *Using telekinesis he lifts the towels back to a folded place atop the washers. After that he starts to walk again when...."clutter"....the towels fall again* Hmm? *He raises a brow then once again uses telekinesis on the towels and replaces them* Hmph... *He starts walking again when they yet again fall*..... spirits? *He lifts the towels with his mind yet again and throws them into an open washer*.... better... *He continues downward*
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Posted: Wed Dec 01, 2004 12:10 am
*Nana puts the note pad and the writing aid down, then pushes them aside. Nana looks up at the ceiling, and blinks a few times*
~_~
Hnn...
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Posted: Wed Dec 01, 2004 12:12 am
*Mastema knocks on the door shortly* It's just me. *He slowly opens the door and steps in quietly*
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Posted: Wed Dec 01, 2004 12:17 am
Nnn?
*Nana turns in her seat slightly. Her left hand in a half fist resting beside her jaw. Upon seeing who it was who entered the room, Nana's head tilts to the left a little, and she smiles contently*
--\\--
Hmm, hello you... heart
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Posted: Wed Dec 01, 2004 12:25 am
*He chuckles lightly at her expression* It's good to see you enjoying yourself. Hopefully I'm not late. *He smirks slightly and takes a seat by her*
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Posted: Wed Dec 01, 2004 12:34 am
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Posted: Wed Dec 01, 2004 12:37 am
*nods with a slight grin* All right then... *His arm creeps around her back and waist. He notices the note pad and chuckles* Started with out me? What have you come up with so far then? *The notepad floats over to Nana's hand*
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Posted: Wed Dec 01, 2004 12:50 am
^^
Just letting ideas flow, so a few things but not that much so far.
*Nana plucks the notepad from the air, then turns in her chair to Mastema. She snags a pencil before turning her back on the console table all the way*
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Posted: Wed Dec 01, 2004 12:55 am
I see. Well something is always better than nothing. *small chuckle. He takes a seat across from Nana, on the side of her bed and looks at her half sincerely half curiously* Let us hear it then. I believe you're more of a decorations manager than myself. Has been quite some time since I was creative. *outside of plotting and planning at least*
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