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Post by Amaranth on Feb 13, 2007 20:08:41 GMT -5
"No, I'm seriously going to blast you."
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Post by Fear on Feb 13, 2007 20:12:18 GMT -5
Adair didn't let go.
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Post by Amaranth on Feb 13, 2007 20:13:06 GMT -5
"I'm officially giving you ten seconds to get off. Ten."
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Post by Fear on Feb 13, 2007 20:22:05 GMT -5
Adair stood his ground.
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Post by Amaranth on Feb 13, 2007 20:22:33 GMT -5
"Nine. Eight. Seven. Six. Five. Four. Three. Two."
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Post by Fear on Feb 13, 2007 20:31:05 GMT -5
Adair still didn't move.
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Post by Amaranth on Feb 13, 2007 20:33:51 GMT -5
"One." There was a rather large boom, and neither Quynh nor her sword were anywhere to be found.
Actually, she had dissapeared to her special teleport-site, from which she would go to train. Dia was the only one who knew where to find her. Adair was alone in the tent.
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Post by Fear on Feb 13, 2007 21:10:47 GMT -5
Except he wasn't alone in the tent, he was still clinging to Quynh tightly and it would take more than a boom to dislodge him.
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Post by Amaranth on Feb 13, 2007 21:16:47 GMT -5
((-__________________________________- Do I have to hurt you? You're really annoying sometimes...))
"GET OFF OF ME OR I SWEAR I WILL BLAST YOU!" Quynh shouted, waving her sword around desperately with her free arm as she toppled over (again) from his weight dragging on her.
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Post by Fear on Feb 13, 2007 21:23:23 GMT -5
( ;D admit it, its more fun this way)
Adair laughed, she looked pretty funny like that.
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Post by Amaranth on Feb 13, 2007 21:25:58 GMT -5
((You're a loser.))
"Don't laugh at me!"
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Post by Fear on Feb 13, 2007 21:34:16 GMT -5
(XP)
"well you do look a little silly."
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Post by Amaranth on Feb 13, 2007 21:37:11 GMT -5
"I said don't laugh at me!"
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Post by Fear on Feb 13, 2007 21:40:46 GMT -5
"You can laugh at me if it makes you feel better."
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Post by Amaranth on Feb 13, 2007 22:15:07 GMT -5
"It doesn't." Quynh sighed, and then sagged, defeated and ashamed of it. He just wouldn't leave her alone... AND THAT GODDAMN WOUND STILL HURT. She was going to be in a horrible mood for weeks.
Pity Dia. Poor, poor Dia.
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