Brokenhearts
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Post by Brokenhearts on Jun 29, 2007 16:27:21 GMT -5
Ice was getting desperate. Tom was still out cold (the moron had been totally oblivous to wat had happened), and the longer she waited for this man to give her the information she needed, the further away the prince got and the closer Hunter got to her prize.
"ye sure," she agreed, standing up, tho rather suspisious as to wat he meant. she didn't trust men in general. she stood up, and made her way to the stone cold knocked out Tom, and forced the earth behind the skinny man even highr into a standin position then dropping back to normal. she put Tom's arm round her neck and hoisted him to a more standing position, her snake keeping a close eye on the skinny man. he was a villager, bt u cudnt trust evry1.
"wats ur name?" she asked, turning back to face him as Chaandi hissed watch this 1... he's sneaky...
he's harmless, retorted Ice, and somewhat pathetic.
theres more to him than u think, insisted Chaandi, be careful...
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Post by Chris on Jun 29, 2007 16:44:50 GMT -5
Rourke deliberately ignored her question. He needed to control the flow of the conversation. "Is there a tavern of some sort nearby?" he asked, pretending to look around for any signs of the Prince or Hunter. There was a rather conspicuous tunnel nearby, but he supposed the girl was responsible for that; it reeked of an earth channeler's doing.
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Brokenhearts
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Post by Brokenhearts on Jun 29, 2007 16:49:29 GMT -5
Ice scowled. "wats ur name," she repeated, coldly.
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Post by Chris on Jun 29, 2007 16:59:42 GMT -5
Damn her, she was insistent. He still hadn't decided what tack to take with her yet concerning the truth, and she was pushing him to take one now. Well ...
Rourke eyeballed her, trying to make her feel ridiculous for being so hostile. "It's Gentry. Geez. Look, there's one," he pointed out the tavern the drunken man she was now carrying had stumbled out of.
He hoped that wouldn't come back to bite him in the aft end, but he had no choice. The name of the game right now was to hold all the cards till he had a winning hand.
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Brokenhearts
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Post by Brokenhearts on Jun 29, 2007 17:26:02 GMT -5
"not shit sherlock..." she muttered under her breath, Chaandi's accusations were making her uneasy, bt Gentry was her best bet, so she pushed them away. "u follow me, and dnt do anything rash." she helped Tom towards it and in thru the doors.
"WILL SUM1 HELP ME WITH THIS LUMMOX?!" she called, "hes heavey! and mark! i need 2 flaggons on ale... soon!"
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Post by isilwen on Jul 1, 2007 14:03:04 GMT -5
Meli ran through the woods, Clindel clinging to her shoulder. The girl thought back to what her fairy had whispered in her ear when they met Prince Trevor. As long as I can hide among the trees, neither side will find me. The people the prince had been conversing and fighting with had been identified by Clindel as some of the Red Masque assassins. I really hope they didn’t see me or recognize me. I’d hate to be their captive again.
“Meli, when are you going to stop running?” Clindel was hoping the girl would run out of energy and take a break to see if she was being followed, but she didn’t seem to ever wear out, even after using most of her energy in her magic.
“If you’re tired of the jostling, you can fly.” Meli was slightly irritated with the fairy for not warning her as soon as he had returned to her, and she wasn’t about to stop on account of him right now. “I know your wings can keep up with this pace.”
“It’s not that, Meli. You should at least be hiding your trail if you don’t want to be found.”
Meli slowed to a stop. “You’re right.” She turned around, stooped to the ground, placed her hands among the dead leaves, closed her eyes, and willed the earth hide all signs of her passing. “Thank you for keeping me from being too stupid,” she said, opening her eyes and sitting down with her back to a tree.
“You’re just too worried about the presence of the assassins to think clearly.”
“That’s why I have you. You never worry about anything.”
“Except your safety.”
“I’m glad to know someone cares.” Melicha leaned back against the tree and closed her eyes sadly.
“Do stop being so gloomy. Just because your family doesn’t find you of any importance doesn’t mean nobody cares. My family rejected me too, but I know that at least you care about my existence, and that’s all that matters to me.”
“You were rejected because you lack magic of your own. I was pushed out of the minds of my family members because they had other children that were ‘more important,’ and they didn’t care that I’d been taken.” Melicha’s mood was always a bit gloomy because of that incident, and thinking about it only made it worse. Clindel knew this, but there was nothing he could do that would lift her mood. The girl never laughed, rarely smiled, and always had a very pessimistic view of every situation.
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Post by isilwen on Jul 1, 2007 14:03:48 GMT -5
(sorry ... that's kinda long, but I had nothing to do for the past week ...)
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Post by isilwen on Jul 8, 2007 12:18:04 GMT -5
(would someone post so I don't have to try and figure out something else yet? No one's done anything for a week ...)
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Post by isilwen on Jul 8, 2007 12:43:07 GMT -5
(um ... ok ... so I've been talking to Ryan ... he and I agreed that perhaps I should state something on here about Meli ... since she was captured by the Red Masques before, they know of her visions about the present in different parts of the world ... that could be used by either side to gain valuable info about the opponent, but she's got to be captured. That's why she's always running ... so no one can hold her captive. Just thought someone might be able to use that somehow ...)
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Post by Techy on Jul 8, 2007 14:35:18 GMT -5
(Somebody might. I;d go, but jade needs to post first. Kia can;t really respond to the whole dispersing fight with Averey in her house, and her taking care of him.)
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Post by Chris on Jul 8, 2007 23:13:11 GMT -5
(I'm so blocked right now. Was gonna post, but I'm so out of it. Maybe tomorrow.)
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Post by isilwen on Jul 9, 2007 21:00:14 GMT -5
(*sigh* I'll post something then ... just to keep something happening here ... at least someone posted something between my last post and this one ...)
Meli drifted off to sleep where she sat beneath the tree. Scenes came into her mind, picture she'd seen in her visions before, images of a castle she had no idea how to find. Running toward the castle, she saw the figure of a man and his pet. It was as if she was floating above them, following them on their journey. Glancing behind the man, she saw another, attempting to follow the tracks left by the first man.
Waking from the breif vision, Meli rolled her eyes and groaned as she realized the first man was the prince she'd met earlier. Guess it's up to me to help him again, she thought. The fool.
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Brokenhearts
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Post by Brokenhearts on Jul 15, 2007 21:49:33 GMT -5
(ye... WATS HAPPENIN?!)
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Post by isilwen on Jul 23, 2007 22:10:36 GMT -5
(um ... I don't remember what all's going on ... Meli's on her way to Trevor again, and he's on the way to the castle ... I think a couple people are trying to follow the prince, and I don't remember what all else is going on ... it's been a while since I've read/posted ... and I'm waiting for someone else to do something)
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Post by Chris on Aug 20, 2007 12:15:04 GMT -5
The bar was almost stereotypical in its simplicity and dankness: old wooden barrels served as chairs, coarse worn tables, no windows, dirt floors. Shadows crawled from every corner, shrouding the few already questionable patrons in dark blankets. The smell of liquor was thick, hot and inescapable; it clung on every surface and seeped through every crevice, stifling and exhausiting. The sole decorative object was a huge earthenware vase, almost five feet tall, filled with loose, brown earth in the center of the room near a support beam. It must have held some kind of plant once, which must have shriveled up and died from the lack of sunshine and improper care. Rourke took special notice of the vase; it could prove to be useful soon enough.
"WILL SOMEONE HELP ME WITH THIS LUMMOX!" the girl groaned powerfully and irritatedly. "HE'S HEAVY!"
The scattered, grungy men who littered the place, so guarded and/or inebriated, made no such move.
"AND MARK, I NEED TWO FLAGONS OF ALE! SOON!"
Rourke smiled. She was going to be drinking? He smelled opportunity on the verge of knocking.
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