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Post by Yvocca Shering on Aug 10, 2004 9:13:45 GMT -5
She looks away, still troubled. Lizer blinks a few times, sits up and stares in dumb surprise at the crack in his sunglasses.
... huh..? Who are you? Accident? What?
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Post by Satorius on Aug 10, 2004 9:17:27 GMT -5
Not really important, I'm afraid. Just a healer.
You banged your head against the wall.
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Post by Yvocca Shering on Aug 10, 2004 9:21:45 GMT -5
I did? Huh, okay.
He feels the back of his head.
Damn, must've been some bang.
Lizer groans.
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Post by Satorius on Aug 10, 2004 9:25:01 GMT -5
*He nods*
Enough to knock you out. You may want to check with a more experienced healer to see if you have a concussion.
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Post by Yvocca Shering on Aug 10, 2004 9:26:57 GMT -5
Yeah, okay...
He spots the drugs on the floor and the open briefcase and freezes, then looks sharply at Satorius and Yvo.
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Post by Satorius on Aug 10, 2004 9:32:23 GMT -5
*He nods*
Yes, she took them at first. They have been returned, however.
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Post by Yvocca Shering on Aug 10, 2004 9:36:39 GMT -5
He glares at them both.
Out. Now. If I ever see your face again, needle-girl, you'll regret it.
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Post by Satorius on Aug 10, 2004 9:40:11 GMT -5
*He walks up to the man and stares into his eyes, his own growing slightly cold as they narrow*
If you ever threaten her again, you will regret it. I have healed you out of the kindness of my heart, sir. Do not make me report you to the authorties, for I can find you wherever you may hide. Am I understood, Lizer?
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Post by Yvocca Shering on Aug 10, 2004 9:41:27 GMT -5
Lizer's eyes grow a bit wider.
... eep...
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Post by Satorius on Aug 10, 2004 9:46:28 GMT -5
*He smiles, his eyes losing their cold edge*
I'm glad we understand each other. Good day, Lizer.
*He walks over to Yvo and puts his hand on her shoulder. The two disappear as he teleports them back to the Inn.*
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Oshii
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Master Kaji
Every blossom is perfect.
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Post by Oshii on Aug 31, 2004 14:44:42 GMT -5
*After a few hours of wandering, Oshii finally makes it to Pygmalion, at least she is pretty sure this is the place, seeing as craftsmen and artisans of all types ply their trades here.
Smiling, she walks quicker, knowing that her forge is just minutes away, until she finally spots the familiar outline of the low-slung building. Hurrying along even faster she arrives at the door and sees that a few new weapons are on display, and that Ian is still yelling at his apprentices.
She smiles, glad not all has changed and steps in, ready to greet her old friend.
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Post by Widifor on Sept 8, 2004 13:18:02 GMT -5
He walks into the streets of Pygmalion, and sinks down against the wall of a buildiing, sulking. Can't even look at the damn apples, can he? Fine, let her be that way, unhende she-dog. He pulls his legs against his body and throws his arms around them. People rush by him without really looking at him. He's not looking at them, either. He doesn't care. He stares at the buildings opposite without seeing them.
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Post by Catriona on Sept 9, 2004 15:13:05 GMT -5
*A guard patrol passes.*
Eh, you! Kid! Move your ass or we'll move it for you!
*As the child gets up and walks away, the guards mutter about little beggars and thieves, and continue on their way.*
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Post by Widifor on Sept 9, 2004 15:15:52 GMT -5
He walks away, growling to himself. Idiots! Where else can he go? He sighs. Yeah, he knows. He sets off towards the slums.
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Sebrintai
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Betwixt a Lady and the 'Loths?
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Post by Sebrintai on Sept 20, 2004 18:22:48 GMT -5
*Interesting place. She wanders around and steps into a shop where they sell mirrors. Very interesting. She wanders around between the mirrors, watching herself ten thousand times from different angles. Like living with Rum again . She steps closer to one of the mirrors and looks at her own face. Her eyes are dark like pools of ink, you can drown in those eyes. Literally. They are dark and bottomless like the pits of Gehenna. She smiles at herself. Looking good. She turns and walks out again after happily waving the shopkeeper, who is sorry to see her go. Nice little Halfling.*
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