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Posted: Thu Jan 25, 2007 10:20 pm
((just post again with them gogin down, i have nothign to say >.<))
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Posted: Tue Feb 13, 2007 4:39 pm
((I want the story to continue I miss my symphony and my opus...)) cry cry (SO SOMEONE NEEDS TO POST SOON!!! crying ))
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Posted: Mon Mar 05, 2007 5:41 am
((Sorry, sorry, I'm getting there. I'll start posting more frequently.))
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Posted: Sun Mar 11, 2007 12:48 pm
Opus hurried after the Flier, her captain, and the two children as they traveled below deck. He tried to make it look like he was meant to be following them, and the fey on board either believed him or didn't see him as a threat, ignoring his presence. What a thrill to be some nobody! Opus felt almost giddy at being so clearly brushed aside by these commoner fey.
Aust led the small group through the maze of tiny rooms and hallways below deck. Lirit hated being down here, since there was barely room to breathe with her large wings crammed between the walls. When they reached a certain part of wall, Aust held a hand to the wood and chanted in Elven. With his other hand he made a complicated pattern on the wood as if playing a small, veritcal, circular piano. The wood parted and Aust went inside, beckoning the others to follow. He opened a dresser drawer and rummaged carefully through his most treasured potions.
The captain frowned suddenly, glancing up just as his hands picked up the correct vial. "What the bells?"
((*plays FF battle music* ;D))
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Posted: Mon Mar 12, 2007 6:25 pm
"Whats wrong?" Lirit bit his lip as she tried to lean in enough to see. "Aust whats wrong?"
It was then ellys turn to panic. "W-whats wrong?! Y-you can fix Sarya right!?"
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Posted: Wed Mar 21, 2007 7:35 pm
Opus had kept in hot persuit of the fay he had followed aboard the ship and almost lost track of them when he had been attempting to blend in with the crowd. Luckily he had done so flawlessly and while extatic for once that he could just be a normal fay instead of being constantly crushed under his mothers thumb he quickly kept at their heels. When they went into the priviate room he stood outside and tried to listen with his ear pressed against the door. Not the smartest move but he was a spoiled fay unused to having anything denied to him.
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Posted: Thu Mar 22, 2007 5:27 pm
sweatdrop waiting lalalalalala....
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Posted: Sun Jul 22, 2007 6:09 pm
stressed Its been sooo long since anyone besides me has posted...
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