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Posted: Wed Jan 16, 2008 8:22 am
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Posted: Mon Jan 21, 2008 3:51 am
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Posted: Mon Jan 21, 2008 7:58 am
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"Oh," exclaimed Twi, now noticing Harker, "Good evening, Harker." Twi chuckled to himself.
"It seems we're the first one's here. . ." he thought aloud, but not on accident, "Unless you're as lost as I am, as to where they are, and they've left us behind. That's pretty unlikely, though." He let go of the hilt of his sword, for he was holding onto it, in case anything would appear to attack him, but it was just more of a bad habit of his.
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Posted: Mon Jan 21, 2008 10:19 pm
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Posted: Mon Jan 21, 2008 11:28 pm
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Metallically jingling with each bounce, Em trotted up to the group. She had strapped two belts diagonally across her torso, each of them bursting with pockets and loops that held vials and gizmos alike. There seemed to be one for every occassion. At first glance, one might read a tattered label proclaiming the bottle it was attached to to be "de-bee stuff", or a little sinister gadget with the words "face-grabber" painted onto its surface. Exactly what does a face-grabber do? It grabs faces. Around her waist sat a thicker belt; the home of her essentials. Here were her portable tools and materials, arranged in chaotic variations of size and color all around her midsection. Some fizzled, some shone with iron lust, all seemed alien.
"I am prepared." The tiny, ludicrous scientist grinned up at the three adults. "IfthereshouldbeaviolentconflictthenIcouldremovethethoracicvertebraeandstudyitscharacteristicstoimprove-"
One frosty glance from Harker snapped her mouth shut. Instead, she smiled at him silently, the turning gears of thoughts still visible in the darkness of her eyes.
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Posted: Sat Jan 26, 2008 3:12 am
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Posted: Sat Jan 26, 2008 3:40 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 27, 2008 12:01 am
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Posted: Sun Feb 03, 2008 12:39 am
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Posted: Mon Feb 25, 2008 6:23 pm
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Posted: Mon Feb 25, 2008 6:53 pm
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Posted: Mon May 19, 2008 12:32 pm
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(( For my visual imagination, could one clarify positions relative to the other characters in their next posts please? You don't have to, but it would help. ))
A sound of pants, running, and breaking of twigs of the ground stir the silence of the village outskirts. Ahead of the group eyes seem to glint from the distance, approaching the group with alacrity.
A snarl could be heard as one wolf broke from the troop and tried to pounce on Fiore. She side-stepped out of the way, preventing herself from becoming pinned, though she did suffer a slight scratch from the wolf's claws. With the same dexterity of her feral attacker she spun and roundhouse kicked the hapless animal, sending it flying toward one of the bigger trees in the area.
"Let's go!" She shouted to the rest of the group. Her words, though absolutely mundane in sound, seemed to stir, almost magickally, something inside each party member's hearts, in a sense, heightening any sense of already-strong morale present. After gazing once into each of her party member's eyes, a serene, playful smile on her face as she looked, her gaze returned to the pack of wolves. Her face became serious again as she moved to a more defensive stance, readying her dagger, hoping she didn't need to cause any deaths.
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Posted: Wed May 21, 2008 1:14 pm
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