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 Posted: Fri Mar 17, 2006 6:35 pm
(( For those of you who are uncertain, PRP means Private Roleplay. ^^ That means no posting, unless you're Happyzac, Hot Pocky or Zan-chan. ;D - Teh Windy (Sorry Windy I'm just a lazy b*****d so I stole your words...)))
Somehow the big purple house did not seem welcoming as it was supposed to. Tristan felt this visit to Lola's would be good for him... calm his freyed nerves. Lately his life had been a storm of miscomings - Lola had lost her arm, Zac had been nearly murdered by a vampire, and he could only feel something else was to come. He had Eliphy in hand, but she was not in the mood to play or be inquisitive today. The full moon had passed her by this month, and for now she felt upset by this fact. Her father was too distracted to explain the fact that he had learned from his brother; sometimes a Hououza's growing can be a little delayed, like Russell's.
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Posted: Fri Mar 17, 2006 6:44 pm
((Or like any and most of my children. -_- ))
Lola was feeling calmer on this day. And on this day she had a suprise to show Tristan. A butterfly tiger alchemist was no good unless she had two arms and so she had magicked up a second arm, though ... it was a bit... well... it was unique. To say the least. Her left arm, instead of being nonexistant, was now a long string of ribbons. Yes. Ribbons. The ribbons were woven intricately and was attatched to her shoulder blade so that it really was like her arm. The ribbons wove themselves into a hand, just like her other one and it worked even more nicely then her real hand. Although the one problem she had was that it kept magically untying it, so she had woven a flexible sort of metal around it to keep it in tact, but when she wanted to undo it, the metal would flow with the ribbons. She sat placedly on her couch, waiting for something.
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Posted: Fri Mar 17, 2006 8:49 pm
Everything was quiet. It wouldn't have been quiet if Zac were around. Tristan had counted off the days until he could introduce Zac to Lola, but now he was afraid that just by touching her, she would turn to dust. Tristan was almost too afraid to come see Lola, he feared she would loose a leg or maybe her other arm the moment he walked in the door. By the time he reached her house, he just lightly pushed the door open. After all that they had been through, he needed no welcome, right? The man shuddered as this thought passed his mind. That was something Victor would think.
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Posted: Sun Mar 19, 2006 8:51 am
Lola's tiger ears twitched and her tail flicked. She stood up, having heard him. She had been waiting, hoping he'd show up. Lightly her footsteps brought her to the main hallway and then to stand before him in the doorway entrance. "Tristan." She gave a small smile and waved with her ribbon arm.
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Posted: Tue Mar 21, 2006 5:53 am
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Posted: Tue Mar 21, 2006 11:53 am
Lola blinked and looked at her own ribbon arm. She chuckled very shortly as if she agreed but didn't want to. She too realized it was not as proper as her real arm had been, but she couldn't call herself an alchemist unless she had two hands and so this was her choice. It was either stylish ribbons, more her style, or a clunky metal apandege and she much prefered ribbons (specially magically enforced ones). She stepped back to allow him and Eliphy inside. At this moment she didn't really know where Yuli was but she knew where Mirabelle was... the black Hououza of death was in Zan's room sulking. Lola sighed a bit, "I'm sorry, I don't know where any of my children seem to be...." She tried to look sympathetic but she had so many things on her mind this one seemed so trivial to her.
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Posted: Sat Mar 25, 2006 6:54 am
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Posted: Sat Mar 25, 2006 2:27 pm
Lola follows them in, smiling best she can. She smiled a little because Eliphy was a very cute child, despite the fact she should no longer be a child. "Would you like something to eat or drink? Either of you?" Lola's voice was almost a whisper as she spoke.
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