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Posted: Mon Dec 19, 2011 7:37 pm
Marco merely bounces underneath you're arm smiling with a red face of embarrassment. Then looks up at her, blushing at her beauty, then whispers to himself.
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Posted: Mon Dec 19, 2011 8:14 pm
Manra sees that the flower doesn't quite look opaque, wondering how others perceived the flower. "Um....Kirino...does this...does this ...flower look real?" she asks a little louder than her usual quietness.
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Posted: Mon Dec 19, 2011 9:17 pm
"It's just that a harpy's feathers take longer to dry than a bird's does because we have more feathers and less oil covering them. We can still fly when wet, it just takes more energy to do so. As such, we usually reserve getting wet for down days. If you're willing to provide the heat for them to dry off, though, then I'll bathe."
(@ Iomno Monster - Sure! *hands you imaginary "Ban" button*)
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Posted: Mon Dec 19, 2011 9:30 pm
Marco: "What are you saying?" Nashai'o asks.
Atlanta: Fi'hai looks at you with a, "Really?" look. "You're the one with the Ring," he says. "Why wouldn't I help you?"
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Posted: Tue Dec 20, 2011 11:00 am
"Before the travels go any further, I want to ask you, can I put my trust in you? I want to make sure that I can, before we go any further in the journey..." Maxwell said as he looked at Moriah. He knew that he had somewhat foriegn feelings for her, feelings that he did not know how to explain, but he wanted to make sure that those wont be used against him at any time.
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Posted: Tue Dec 20, 2011 3:23 pm
Kirino hops out and pulls her clothes on, shaking herself out a little bit. She sits, hoping to bask in the sun a bit, and calls Meela over.
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Posted: Tue Dec 20, 2011 4:57 pm
"Maxwell... I've been trained as a soldier; the life as my allies are more valuable then my own... If there is a way I could prove it to you..." I say solemnly in response. Does he think I'm going to betray him? Did I do anything... wrong...?
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Posted: Wed Dec 21, 2011 10:10 am
Everyone except Marco & Atlanta & Moriah & Maxwell: Mashai'i and Silla arrive at the river with oranges in their arms. "Who wants oranges?" Silla calls out.
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Posted: Wed Dec 21, 2011 5:16 pm
"Well, I'd imagine you could be stubborn and be stingy with the power you provide." I say bluntly.
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Posted: Thu Dec 22, 2011 7:54 am
Kirino looks at Silla, "I'll take one!"
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Posted: Thu Dec 22, 2011 2:07 pm
"It is of the fact that I have been betrayed by many others who considered themselves "soldiers". I am just not sure that I can trust you, or the rest of the group." Maxwell said as he took out his dagger, not the one he bought, and held it in his right hand, before holding it out to Moriah. "If I am to trust you, you are to do the same thing that I will do. Take the dagger that resides within my hand."
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Posted: Thu Dec 22, 2011 3:36 pm
I reach put tenatively, not quite sure where his hand is. After a little, I find the handle of the blade. I grasp it firmly, and take it. I give a nervous laugh. "Is this a blood oath? Cut the palm of your hand type thing? I heard it done before among certain people..." I ask.
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Posted: Thu Dec 22, 2011 5:29 pm
Atlanta: "Well I'm not," Fi'hai says. "Now, can we please go wash up?"
Kirino: Silla smiles and walks over to you. "Go on and pick one!" she says happily. "I really can't, seeing as there are so many..."
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Posted: Thu Dec 22, 2011 5:49 pm
Seeing that the others have returned, I stand up and go put on my clothes before going over to Silla. "I would like an orange. May I have one?" I ask.
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Posted: Fri Dec 23, 2011 5:03 am
Ignoring Moriah's last statement, Maxwell said "Now, we are to slice the inside of your hand twice with the dagger. I shall do the same with the dagger I bought from the Earth Region." Maxwell said as he withdrew the dagger from his pocket, ready to slice his right hand.
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