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Post by Yoko on Oct 11, 2004 8:04:01 GMT -5
Yoko smiles, "I care about you, too. Twegig, you've been so helpful and kind to me while I stay here. I've come to think of you as my best friend here in the fairy realm. I can't thank you enough."
She pulls back and gives him a kiss on the cheek, then blushes again.
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Post by Twegig on Oct 11, 2004 8:40:55 GMT -5
Twegig is a little surprised. But not at the kiss...
"I see... and this.. "Hayven"... is your best friend, too..?"
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Post by Yoko on Oct 11, 2004 9:11:42 GMT -5
Yoko kept blushing and pulled away from him and look down.
"Well... yes. I already told you that." She then looked up and smiled at him. "Maybe you two could meet and become good friends, too."
Oh, the naivete...
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Post by Twegig on Oct 11, 2004 9:18:40 GMT -5
Twegig blushes and blinks for a moment before smiling sadly, again. Yoko... you just don't know, do you?
"Perhaps... but when you're here in the fairy realm with me, your my friend. Okay? I am just a little selfish..."
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Post by Yoko on Oct 11, 2004 9:27:55 GMT -5
Yoko giggled, "Okay, deal!" She hugged him again.
She then decided to sit on the edge of the bed and began to rock it back and forth slowly. It was kinda like a large, round, swing hanging from a vine.
"This is nice... do you mind playing your flute again, Twegig?"
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Post by Twegig on Oct 11, 2004 9:37:17 GMT -5
Twegig chuckled. He often liked to swing on his bed, too.
"I'd be happy to play for you, meldenya(my friend)."
And as the bed swung back and forth on the vines, he began to play a tune that matched the beat to each swing of the bed.
He could be content with this. Atleast, for the moment...
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Post by Yoko on Oct 11, 2004 9:47:46 GMT -5
Yoko listens to the tune and decides that it matched the beat to a poem she had recently written and began to sing to the tune....
"Dreams, fill the stars with light
While I wonder through the forest
In the forbidden night
Can you guide me, forever?
Into the realms of glory
Just to let me touch that golden lever?
Dust from golden wings
Stories of warrior heros
And ancient olden kings.
Awoken by the rising sun
And the scent of morning glory
The adventures are never done...."
She smiles at Twegig as he continues on his flute, and she speeds up the swinging just a little.
(((Note: That poem is of my own creation. No one else may use it. It's called Lasting Dreams and is ©. Just thought I'd tell everyone. ^-^)))
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Post by Twegig on Oct 11, 2004 9:53:40 GMT -5
He knew she danced like a gypsy, but he never knew she sung like a goddess! With a song of her own creation, he was sure! And she sped up the swinging...
And he matched it with a song twice as fast as the beat of the swinging. It was a song she could dance to... or sing to, again. Whatever she wished to do.
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Post by Lysander Josef Bassarov on Oct 11, 2004 10:09:36 GMT -5
I rattle the bars in my cell.
"Somebody? Anybody? Please help me..."
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Post by Tarsky Merstov on Oct 11, 2004 10:28:14 GMT -5
I lift the folder off my desk
"Young Bassarov? Most interesting..."
I teleport to the Ministry of Terror and walk down into the cell. I pull a chair up to the cell.
"Alright, time for you to talk. Every wrong answer, I cut off your fingers... I then proceed to more vital areas.."
I take out my knife
"Tell me, who is your mother?"
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Post by Lysander Josef Bassarov on Oct 11, 2004 10:30:28 GMT -5
"My mother... Hmm... I dont know..."
I glance at his knife
Ill play his game
"Alright, alright... Her name is Mary. I dont know more than that. I swear..."
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Post by Tarsky Merstov on Oct 11, 2004 10:32:32 GMT -5
"What did I say about wrong answers? I can read you mind, you know..."
I look at him. I wont cut off his finger, not yet. I pull out a small ball that glows blue.
"Take this, hold it..."
I hand the ball to him, and glare at him.
"Now!"
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Post by Lysander Josef Bassarov on Oct 11, 2004 10:33:40 GMT -5
Consider the options f getting my hand cut and taking the presant, I take the ball and hold it.
"Whats this this supposed...to...do...?"
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Post by Tarsky Merstov on Oct 11, 2004 10:36:56 GMT -5
"Ahh.. thsi ball, young child. This ball will take away thing from you: Your life force, your vitality, your memories... so that you are nothing but a moving sack of flesh... It will take some time, but you wil find that you can't let go of the ball, its stuck to you... Its because you are week. Then, Ill give you another one of these balls... giving you a new soul... new memories, new personality, new person. hahahaha!"
I walk out of te cell and lock in. In three days time, he will be a no one...
I telelport back to my ofice and type a report.
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Post by Lysander Josef Bassarov on Oct 11, 2004 10:38:58 GMT -5
My life force is slowely sucked out of me.. I start losing my knowledge, but I still have memories.
I start fealing cold, and all I can do is huddle in the corner.
I think of the only comforting thing I can: Anna. Im sure shell be here soon, hey will resuce me.
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