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Post by Julie Clementae on Sept 8, 2009 16:00:23 GMT -5
"It's all right, I'm fine. Trucido Damnedblood decided to pay a visit. He's gone now, are you alright?"
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Post by Mark Angelus Fri on Sept 8, 2009 16:45:08 GMT -5
Mark: Trucido!? *He roared, he was now fully awake and frustrated.* What did he say to you? What did you want from you?
*Mark took a deep breath to calm himself down.*
Mark: Sorry... I've been really wanting to speak to him for sometime...
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Post by Julie Clementae on Sept 8, 2009 16:48:15 GMT -5
"Well, he tried to convince me to go back to Earth, threatened me, and refused to share his ice cream. I honestly think the last part bothered me the most."
She stood up and offered her hand to help him up.
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Post by Mark Angelus Fri on Sept 8, 2009 18:12:03 GMT -5
*He took her hand and pulled himself up.*
Mark: Well... that sounds like Trucido, never ask to share his ice cream... because he won't... *He sighed.* At least he didn't do anything to actually harm you.
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Post by Julie Clementae on Sept 8, 2009 18:40:49 GMT -5
"Yeah, lucky me. He did stab the bed, though. Will we have to pay for that?"
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Post by Mark Angelus Fri on Sept 8, 2009 20:08:20 GMT -5
*Mark thought for a moment.*
Mark: We won't have to pay unless we get caught. *He said simply then ran into his room, grabbed his belongings and his shirt then went back to her.* We're leaving, if Trucido found us here that means we're in danger.
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Post by Julie Clementae on Sept 8, 2009 20:11:07 GMT -5
She nodded and went into her room, grabbing the sack, the sword and holding her shoes in one hand.
"Where do we go now? It's the middle of the night, and I'm exhausted."
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Post by Mark Angelus Fri on Sept 9, 2009 10:04:17 GMT -5
Mark: I'll give you the option to pick, we can run, walk, or fly. *He held up three figures.* It's up to you.
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Post by Julie Clementae on Sept 9, 2009 13:53:25 GMT -5
She raised an eyebrow.
"Well, I'm not very good at running, I've been all my feet all day, and I haven't flown befoe. So how exactly does the flying thing work?"
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Post by Mark Angelus Fri on Sept 9, 2009 16:54:17 GMT -5
Mark: All you would have to do is hold on. *He bent to the floor and closed his eyes, then two wings burst out of his back slipping out two holes in his shirt as if it was made for it. The wings were big and kept cramped in the small hallway.* I'll do the flying.
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Post by Julie Clementae on Sept 9, 2009 17:37:20 GMT -5
She scowled and crossed her arms.
"First magic, and now wings?!? That's just plain unfair! What's next, you can read minds?"
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Post by Mark Angelus Fri on Sept 9, 2009 19:05:36 GMT -5
*He rolled his eyes.*
Mark: Don't be jealous, this is one power that comes with a hell of a lot of burdens. *He said stretching his wings.*
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Post by Julie Clementae on Sept 9, 2009 19:12:51 GMT -5
"I'll take your word on that..."
She walked over to him, her arms still crossed.
"So, if I can't get on your back, then what? I hate being carried..."
She mumbled the last part under her breath, but the thought of flying intrigued her too much to turn it down for the sake of her personal space.
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Post by Mark Angelus Fri on Sept 9, 2009 19:20:16 GMT -5
Mark: Having someone ride on my back is extremely hard to move my wings... *He held out his hand.* If it is okay with you I can carry you.
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Post by Julie Clementae on Sept 9, 2009 19:28:20 GMT -5
She hesitated, then took his hand.
"Alright... But if you drop me you better hope the fall kills me, 'cause if not, I'm coming after you."
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