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 Posted: Fri Nov 05, 2004 8:17 pm
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Posted: Fri Nov 05, 2004 8:41 pm
Gathozar the 3rd Although quite cliché¬ the city pub is useful for more than a quick drink. It is most desirable if a party is your aim. A silver haired boy sat amongst the hustle of the busy winery. A book clenched in his hands, he studied the text within the book to a 'T.' The candle adorning his table began to flicker and sputtered out, leaving only a trail of smoke behind as its final requiem. The man's eyes glanced up at the now waning stick of wax. His eyes opened and closed a few times, and the candle was aflame once more. " I wonder what today shall bring me..." The man muttered to himself. His mouth clambered open sqeezing out a listless yawn. He slammed the book shut and placed it on the wooden table. He arose and looked about, gazing into the wavering eyes of passerby. *Alair drifted into the room, her black gown fluttering sultrily. She drifted about, like a primadonna in a famous play, letting everyone soak up her appearance, her scent, her demeanor, and her aura. She wanted only to draw attention to herself, as that was all she usually did. She saw the man, and, with her usual seductive air, stepped towards him.* Hello, child..May I ask your name? *she winked seductively, and sat down near him. She realized how patronizingly she spoke, and quickly changed her manner, so as not to belittle his masculinity.*
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Posted: Fri Nov 05, 2004 9:12 pm
He blinkd a few times, somewhat dazed by this instant act of greeting. "My name is..." He thought for a few moments. His mind glance back a few years to something Master Tarik had warned Gath of... "Don't lose your virginity to a goat." No, no. Not that... A name is a precious thing, Gathozar. You have the great gift of a powerful name, always keep it close to you, and do not offer it without great comprehension. A fake name is it not necisarrily a lie, but a safety measure." "Um, I'm... Shabutaro. Nice to meet you." He plucked a gold feather from his parcel and placed it as a leaflet in his tome. He shut it and set it into his hefty bag.
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Posted: Sun Nov 07, 2004 7:58 pm
Gathozar the 3rd He blinkd a few times, somewhat dazed by this instant act of greeting. "My name is..." He thought for a few moments. His mind glance back a few years to something Master Tarik had warned Gath of... "Don't lose your virginity to a goat." No, no. Not that... A name is a precious thing, Gathozar. You have the great gift of a powerful name, always keep it close to you, and do not offer it without great comprehension. A fake name is it not necisarrily a lie, but a safety measure." "Um, I'm... Shabutaro. Nice to meet you." He plucked a gold feather from his parcel and placed it as a leaflet in his tome. He shut it and set it into his hefty bag. *She touched his face with her hand, for a second.* Your skin tells of a sense of apprehension....*She cooed a bit, her eyes flashing with the brilliance of the moon within her.* My name is Alair....and I am looking for...something....*she stopped her sentence entirely, taking in his features* Now, my mind swirls, and is not always clear, but something tells me that you do not speak all truth...Shabutaro. *Her will was still shifting about, her clairvoyance delving deeper into the future that would come to pass under these circumstances. The visions were fuzzy, but she did not see anything that called her to alarm, so she continued speaking.* Where do you come from, Shabutaro?
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