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Post by Izlude on Sept 17, 2004 18:34:45 GMT -5
*Izlude listens and thinks for a bit. In the end, he finds he prefers the fair. They didn't have too many of those, back in Forven.*
The fair sounds nice.
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Post by Rumerin on Sept 17, 2004 18:35:39 GMT -5
Sure thing.
*She leads him to the fair.*
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Post by Izlude on Sept 17, 2004 18:36:47 GMT -5
*He follows, glancing here and there as they go.*
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Post by Widifor on Sept 29, 2004 7:15:19 GMT -5
Sitting on a bench not far from the fair, he swings his legs, his hand on the hilt of his katana. It's dry now and as the evening is coming in, he idly wonders where to go. He can't go home... He has no home. He's lived on the streets before, but there was also home to go back to. Sort of. He is getting hungry again. He could always go back to that Church... No. No, no. He's going to make it on his own. He looks down at his new shoes. They still hurt. He frowns slightly. He's going to survive on his own now, he'll have to. The Church is not an option. The orphanage... No, definitely not. He gets up and wanders the streets again, looking for food in whatever way shape or form really. Hardly anyone notices the not-yet 5' tall child between the festivities of Elysium in the evening hours.
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Post by Elanor on Oct 3, 2004 14:07:11 GMT -5
"I'm not surprised. " [Dragon blushes a little deeper.] "Uh, well, er, um... ah... it was a little surprising, yeah... and I'll shut up now, 'cause I have the feeling I'll just be digging my own grave." [Dragon follows, still a little shocked at it all.] *She laughs* You might be, depends on what you say. *She holds his hand and walks around the streets, trying to find that one place she saw the other day, where it smelled so good.*
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Post by Dragon on Oct 3, 2004 14:14:23 GMT -5
"Yeah, which is why I shut up. No matter what I would have said... Setz already gave me that talk on girls, thanks. " [Dragon happily follows and happily holds her hand. Funny, he was starting to get used to being led around...]
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Post by Elanor on Oct 3, 2004 14:24:12 GMT -5
Nuh uh, you could have said something nice and ended up in luck. Your loss... *She grins* Ah, there we are. *She points at a tiny restaurant cramped in between an arcade and a dance hall.*
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Post by Dragon on Oct 3, 2004 20:53:41 GMT -5
[Dragon blushes again.]
"You're doing this on purpose..."
[Dragon mumbles something else. Should Elanor's hearing be good enough, she would hear him mumble "sides, I wouldn't want to do that unless you were ready... don't want to push for anything or move too fast..." He blushes a little deeper and heads towards the pizza place with Elanor.]
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Post by Elanor on Oct 3, 2004 20:58:11 GMT -5
Of course I am. *She chuckles and puts her hand on the handle of the restaurant door.* You're sweet. Thanks. And you're so cute when you're blushing. *She grins and opens the door. They immediately nearly get jumped by an enthusiastic waiter, who shows them to their places.*
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Post by Dragon on Oct 3, 2004 21:09:35 GMT -5
[Dragon smiles, his blush fading away. He kisses her cheek as they walk in and happily sits at the table with her.]
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Post by Elanor on Oct 3, 2004 21:14:03 GMT -5
*She giggles at the kiss, and holds his hand while they go through the process of ordering drinks and food and all that fun stuff.*
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Post by Brightshield on Oct 8, 2004 22:09:43 GMT -5
(Armagor comes to Elysium. Here he wanders the streets for a while, eyeing some of the street theatre troops.)
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Post by Alferizar Si'tyel on Oct 10, 2004 10:54:00 GMT -5
/Alferizar walks through the streets, her staff thumping on the flagstones. She's taking her time going back to the city-centre./
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Post by Elanor on Oct 10, 2004 10:57:13 GMT -5
*She looks out of the window. Oh, so she's still here, is she? Maybe Armo will finally get some sense bashed into him...
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Naaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah...
She returns to her pizza.*
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Post by Brightshield on Oct 10, 2004 11:00:14 GMT -5
(Armagor had spent some time asking around about the pregnat elf-lady, and finding she was still at the Friends had avoided the place, spending time just walking the streets and thinking. Eventually he found a flophouse and rested there the night rather than going back home.
Now rested and awake, he cleaned himself up and went ouside to face the day.
From a street vendor he purchased pancakes and honey woith a pot of tea and sat on a bench to eat and consider his next move.
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