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Post by Ookami on Feb 21, 2004 21:36:40 GMT -5
So they paint and up until they get finnished Ookami is good. He wants to catch her off guard. so shes coming down the ladder and as she gets at ey level he puts a wet finger with paint right on the tip of her nose. He laughs at her and shows her the tip of his finger.
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Post by Chihira on Feb 21, 2004 21:40:29 GMT -5
I fling my wet paint brush but keep the brush while the paint flys onto him "Remember, you started it."
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Post by Ookami on Feb 21, 2004 21:45:43 GMT -5
"Oh..s'hit. I'm going to get you." He grabs a roller brush and she runs. He runs after her growling with delight. He had not had much fun until he came to be with her. He was grateful for her. He finally catches her and rolls her arm. He then discards his roller and catches her in his arms and wrestles her to the ground. Breathing only a bit heavily he pulls a hand up to her face and softly caresses it.
"Whatever did i do without you?"
(Just so you know we painted and are in the back room, Meeting room. No one is here.)
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Post by Chihira on Feb 21, 2004 21:57:41 GMT -5
"I don't know..." I wrestle him and claim the top "What did you do?" I'm breathing heavily.
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Post by Ookami on Feb 21, 2004 22:05:58 GMT -5
"I was alone a lot. And sad. I was just a thing for her to use. They changed her." he is sad but continues with a smile. "But you are not like that. When you hold me its because you want to hold me, not another."
She is straddling him and he likes the way it feels to have her wrapped around him. But he does not want to give the wrong impression as to his intetions for her. He quickly hoists her up and in one swift motion he is on top once again holding her arms with one hand and her with the other. He kisses her lightly at first , flicking her tongue with his and then deepens it. Releasing her arms and body and wrapping his own arms around her.
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Post by Hope98 on Feb 21, 2004 22:12:34 GMT -5
I turn and face the newcomer. He appears to be a robot of some sort and he knows my father.
"Eight others...and no way to deactivate them. You are one of his creations then? Interesting. Do you know anything more about my father. His life was a mystery to me. So was his work."
I shake the robot's hand.
"That's some lovely "beefy" red armor you have."
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Post by Chihira on Feb 21, 2004 22:13:37 GMT -5
;D I wrap my arms around him and continue the kiss ((Major case o' writers block! Wah!))
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Post by Ookami on Feb 21, 2004 22:24:11 GMT -5
(Thats ok i have to go anyway...i'll be back as soon as i can)
Ookami is enjoying every sensation this gives him. His heart pounding in his chest. The smell of her skin, the taste of her, everything is a new and wonderous thing. But he feared if this kiss continued any longer his animal lust would get the better of him. He slowly and gently pulled away giving her a nip on her neck. He pulled away from her and looked into her beautiful blue eyes.
"I fear i may not be able to control myself if we do not stop right now. I love you and will not press you into doing something before you are ready. Our first will be when you want it not me. I will wait for it to be your decision my beloved brighteyes." He sat up and sighed heavily. "My, my, but you are one extrodinary creature."
He then said. "Perhaps it would be safer if we went to help the others. I wouldn't want the big bad wolf to get you." As he stood up he laughed at his joke and helped her to her feet.
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Post by Chihira on Feb 21, 2004 22:27:21 GMT -5
"You go ahead, I'll finish my mural, or rather, begin."
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Post by Ookami on Feb 21, 2004 22:32:44 GMT -5
"Ok brighteyes come and get me when its done. I'd love to see what masterpiece you have created." He winks at her and smiles before going towards the chapel.
He sees everyone else helping where they can and it gives him a great sense of togetherness. Kenjou, my friend, if you could see me now.
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Post by Chihira on Feb 21, 2004 23:00:05 GMT -5
I grabbed my paints and got to work, I tried to reflect all of the rebels personalities in it ((When I'm done, describe your own part if you want.Or pm me what you want it to look like, especially if you arent here.))
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Post by Jareth on Feb 21, 2004 23:21:56 GMT -5
Jareth awakens a bit sore and with a headache. She swings her feet over the side of the bed and sits there collecting her thoughts. She feels a pinching and discomfort behind her so she drags whatever shes sitting on out. It was attached!! She pulls it beside of her and realizes it is a wolf's tail. She immediately puts her hands up to her head and feels, yes she has wolf ears as well. It was not a dream. She is a demon, a full demon now. What did it. She thinks back...ah yes...the betrayal, the bag of bones stealing her magick aura...it made her weak....the darkness overtook her and pushed her to the edge...her body could not take the power it almost killed her...she must've come near death...a near death experience makes the demon side take over...she was overjoyed, she was no longer a half breed!!! She did notice however that she was almost naked and decided to go to her room and put on some leather pants and a black tank top...funny it said corrupt across the front in red and silver letters. She thought on this as she looked in the mirror. She had black wolf ears and a black and silver tail, and for some reason her eyes glowed with a strange golden tone.
She laughed, "How true my shirt is!" She then set off to find Kaschei and confront him.
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Post by Maeve on Feb 22, 2004 0:27:04 GMT -5
Maeve stares at the man coldly. "I know you, you are Trent. You left Red Infinity, after causing quite a stir at the Ministry of Psychology. I could turn you into them you know."
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Feb 22, 2004 0:40:17 GMT -5
"Let's grab something to eat from the caffeteria," Bassarov suggests to Sazumi.
He walks down stairs, but bumps into a wall, since he can hardly see through the thick glasses that he is wearing. He does not look like a Red Infinity soldier in his gaudy blonde wig and glasses. He looks more like a mentally challenged janitor.
"This is a fool proof disguise!" Bassarov exclaims.
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Post by Omadon on Feb 22, 2004 0:43:45 GMT -5
Sparks fly and Omadon jerks back from the brew before him. Hissing softly he moves closer, gazing into the violent potion.
"Well, it seems I have perfected the mixture." Using a small ladel he fills a glass vial with the potion. Floating back towards his lab table the Necromancer picks an eyedropper from the table top. Thick red liquid rests in the dropper.
With a stead hand Omadon drops one drop into the vial of potion. The boiling liquid calms instantly and turns the same color as the newest ingredent: blood red.
"Perfect," hisses the Necromancer. He seals the vial and sets it down before moving out of the lab. He stops just outside of the lab and turns slightly. A body hangs from the chain on the wall.
Omadon floats closer to the body. He had his skeletons secure a prime sample body from the morge a short time ago. This one would do perfectly.
The Necromancer places his pale hand over the body's heart and begins to chant. Symbols play across the flesh of the corpse, spreading from Omadon's hand.
Removing his hand Omadon floats back as the symbols continue to work their course. Suddenly the eyes open and the body jerks upright, pulling on the chains. It quickly becomes still, standing perfectly striaght.
"Perfect. Now, my Wraith take this," Omadon holds out a piece of paper and the chains fall away, "And bring me what I need. There are cloths to help you blend in on the table. Do not fail me."
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