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 Posted: Sat Dec 20, 2008 1:42 am
((Ah.
I don't know; I replied.))
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Posted: Sat Dec 20, 2008 9:29 am
((It's because the story is kind of at a pause, cause most of us are pretty busy this time of year. Around Christmas I'll post something to boost the story along.))
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Posted: Sat Dec 20, 2008 12:22 pm
((That's alright! biggrin ))
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Posted: Mon Dec 22, 2008 2:03 pm
((*sigh* I thought about a way to move the story, and...eh.))
The next day came. The Guardians were awake even before Crash came to get them. He nodded in approval, then led the way to the training room in silence.
Anatoly and Mike awoke in the training room. After a few hours, they had grown completely exhausted, and Wilde, true to his word, had refused to let them out.
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Posted: Mon Dec 22, 2008 10:06 pm
Mike awoke still exhausted, but feeling better. He grabbed a quick bite from his bag and brushed his teeth. After this he reached into his pocket and pulled the ice mysticker from it. He found no sense in wasting anymore time and so he quickly started training once again this time trying to maintain a sense of time so he could figure out just how long he was able to last now. He hoped that it was close to a hour, but still felt that he was falling fairly short.
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Posted: Tue Dec 23, 2008 5:45 pm
Nathan was this time more thoroughly awake; his head was clearer than last time and he was ready to listen. To Blaine he whispered, "Okay. So how are you using this heat to get stuff done?"
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Posted: Tue Dec 23, 2008 6:11 pm
"I have a better idea," Anatoly muttered. He began checking the room for alternate exits.
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Posted: Tue Dec 23, 2008 6:14 pm
Anatoly failed. There was no other way out than the locked and guarded door.
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Posted: Tue Dec 23, 2008 6:31 pm
Anatoly sighed and relaxed in a corner, beginning to build up the energies independently and slowly.
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Posted: Wed Dec 24, 2008 7:33 pm
Blaine shrugged and rubbed his right eye. He was still half-asleep.
"Basically to boost your fire, give it some more "poof" or extend it's range or something." he explained quietly, "Hopefully it can catch him off guard."
Speaking of which Blaine thought, turning to Crash, "Do their hits carry over?"
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Posted: Wed Dec 24, 2008 8:17 pm
"No, sir," Crash said cheerfully.
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Posted: Wed Dec 24, 2008 10:51 pm
Nathan nodded. "I didn't expect that," he commented. "Get a fresh run at this anyway. Let's see what we can do."
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Posted: Fri Dec 26, 2008 4:05 pm
They made it to the training room. Crash opened the door and went in.
Once everyone was in, he looked at clock and held up a finger. Once the clock changed, he dropped his hand, signaling the start. He waited with an expectant smile.
While Anatoly and Mike were trying to perfect their training, Bitong was again deployed to the field.
He made his way quickly and silently through the park, looking around him without drawing suspicion. Finally, he saw his target: a tall black man was in front of him, buying a hot dog.
Bitong waited until he finished, then said softly, "Z?"
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Posted: Fri Dec 26, 2008 4:50 pm
Z grumbled to himself as he handed the stand manager his money. He hated eating at stands. He couldn't afford an actual eating establishment at the moment and so he was forced to settle for street food. He turned when he heard someone say his name. He looked the guy up and down, no one he knew. "Who's asking?" He asked with a grimace. He does so love cliche lines.
((Sorry, I got distracted))
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Posted: Fri Dec 26, 2008 4:52 pm
Blaine nudged Nathan, "The trick will probably only work for one hit, if even that." he whispered so Crash couldn't hear, "How about this? I rush him, you a little bit behind me, I stop and kneel down in front of him, you...I'll let you..." he winced a little, "Step on...my...back to boost yourself towards him for a hit."
Blaine offered this with obvious struggle. The idea of letting someone put their shoe on his back! Absurd! But necessary.
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