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 Posted: Sat Aug 11, 2007 8:55 am
Whisper smiled happily, 'That means a lot to me!' She laughed merrily, before saying, 'So, what can I do to be of any use?'
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Posted: Sat Aug 11, 2007 10:36 pm
"You could always try raiding the AoS, or help out the folks in the city." The soldier gave a slight shrug.
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Posted: Mon Aug 27, 2007 9:58 am
'I'll try it out...' Whisper smiled, 'Thank you for your help.' Whisper waved good bye and walked to the exit.
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Posted: Mon Aug 27, 2007 12:01 pm
((...We might want to give her an update, ED.))
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Posted: Thu Aug 30, 2007 10:29 am
((^-^ heads up for you Scarlett, we finally got around to blowing up Krovh so the AA base has magically moved to Phoenix by Merlin our local magician. So no worries, just you'll be walking out into phoenix as you leave the base. But that's good, cause there are people there to interact with. 3nodding ))
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Posted: Sun Sep 02, 2007 12:23 am
Minerva walked out of the clinic with an odd look on her face. They had done tests, then redone tests, and then done them again. The results were pretty clear. She had a month, maybe two. Too much exposure to pure energy, creating something akin to Leukemia. Most people might have been breaking down at this point, but all Minerva felt was a slight disappointment that she wasn't going out in a big explosion, like she had always assumed. She leaned against the hallway wall, and decided to go eat a nice big bowl of pasta, and maybe listen to the beatles or watch a kung-fu movie.
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Rugged Sauce Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Sep 02, 2007 12:28 am
Currently hiding from view behind the bowl of pasta, was Mr. Quackums sitting at her feet.
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Posted: Sun Sep 02, 2007 12:33 am
Minerva glanced at the duck, and for a brief moment reached for her gun. She stopped mid-movement, and looked at the duck again. "Damn bird. This doesn't make you my pet or anything, so don't get any ideas." She patted it once on the head, and decided to let it live.
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Posted: Sun Sep 02, 2007 12:41 am
The duck gave an understanding nod about being a pet, then followed it up with a little dance.
(hell, I'd dance too if someone decided not to shoot me.)
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Posted: Sun Sep 02, 2007 12:17 pm
Minerva kicked the duck, although not too hard, just hard enough to get her point across.
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Posted: Sun Sep 02, 2007 3:49 pm
Quackums picked himself up from the ground. He was no longer dancing.
As he was not tall enough to do it properly, Quakums gave Minerva's leg a hug and a pat on the back. (or calf in this case.)
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Posted: Sun Sep 02, 2007 6:51 pm
Minerva groaned and glared down at the duck. But she was kind enough to give in, and acknowledge the gesture with a slight nod. "Stupid persistent creatures...." She muttered under her breath.
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Posted: Thu Sep 06, 2007 9:01 pm
Verve frowned. "He's only trying to help."
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Posted: Thu Sep 06, 2007 9:12 pm
((Min should wear Mr. Quakums, since he seems so attached. wink ))
A.C. walked in with the kids and hefted the box to one side. "Anybody know where I can find a truck?" she asked with a frown. "Or a van or something? Cargo-worthy, but not obnoxiously so."
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Posted: Thu Sep 06, 2007 9:14 pm
"Help what? Help annoy me? Because he does a fine job at that." Minerva sighed and tapped her hands gently against the kitchen table.
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