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Post by Catherine on Mar 25, 2004 9:46:43 GMT -5
I sighed. Geez...another party...doesn't he ever have enough? I mumbled. I drummed my fingers on the table, thinking. I looked at Mark.
I've been thinking. Do you think we should invite Vyne down? I really, really hate her but I don't think we should leave her up there...
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Post by Peter "The Owl" on Mar 25, 2004 12:49:44 GMT -5
"The first thing that must be done is to identify your magic. Knowing what type of spell caster you are will make is easier to train properly.
You may already know what you are, you may not. Based on your age and race Witch would be the standard."
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Ambrosia
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Knight of the Yellow Rose
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Post by Ambrosia on Mar 25, 2004 12:54:07 GMT -5
Ambrosia stands up from leaning against the wall of the cabin, after polishing her sword.
She smiles slightly, watching the sunlight play on the blade, then sheathes it.
'Hmm...I wonder what everyone else is up to.'
Shrugging to herself, she went inside.
"Perhaps I should see if Dionysus has something for me to do..."
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Post by KitsuneHime on Mar 25, 2004 13:07:52 GMT -5
Suzumi stared off into space, feeling slightly disoriented.
She closed her eyes for a moment, feeling quite unwell. Her head throbbed, but she tried to ignore it.
'Perhaps I should go lie down, I haven't been feeling too well as of late.'
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Calithin the anoyed
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Post by Calithin the anoyed on Mar 25, 2004 13:14:46 GMT -5
* I fallow them into the library. So many people, they fill almost every corner of the room. I sit down next to Hope and stare daggers at Mac.*
"So, why the sudden change of heart?"
* I cannot stand it any longer, it is my duty to step in. I refuse to let this man fool them any longer than he already has.*
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Post by Sinipunainen on Mar 25, 2004 15:36:33 GMT -5
Timithy's blow is too fast. Unable to bring his sword up in time, Sin grabs the blade, the spear crashing into the hilt.
A brilliant show of lights and wind explode from their impact, both immortals struggling to knock the other down, none of them getting anywhere.
To them it was a brilliant show, but to any other bystander, it was an atomic explosion, a clash of light and dark in one single moment that would've easily ripped the fabric of this world had the two soldiers pressed every last bit of energy into their attacks. This battle would've been fit in the nether realm had it been so.
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Mel
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Rebel
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Post by Mel on Mar 25, 2004 16:15:27 GMT -5
I sigh rubing the back of my head.Maybe puting off work for a couple more hours wouldn't hurt.I walk into the forest.I think I should check up on the reble movement.I come across the hideout and see Bav. talking with some other guy.The guy looked like he worked for red infinity.I walk up to them."Hello Bav.I hear you have become some what famous.I doubt you remember me snice I think we met for like two seconds."I notice I still had my red infinity uniform on.*I wonder how long it takes for them to pull a gun on me and yell what are you doing here...-_-;*
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Post by Chastity on Mar 25, 2004 16:18:11 GMT -5
I return home with the food that I have purchased. I have felt very awkward today, after having left my rosary at home while I was gone. But, surprizingly, I do not rush upstairs to get it as soon as I get in the door. Instead, I set the groceries on the counter and begin to prepare the evening meal. It has been stormy out today, the skies are black and rumbling with the first hints of the thunderstorms of spring. I prepare the evening meal, it has become a tradition that I don't even need to think about anymore. My hands move without me telling them to do so, and my mind is free to wander.
I peel potatoes and season the water, I do all of the things I normally do. I accidently nick one of my fingers with the knife while dicing vegetables, I notice the little red bead start to form at the tip of my finger. I pick up a kitchen towel and wrap it around, squeezing tightly to sop up the little bit of redness. I go to the cupboard and place a small bandage on the wound, and then finish the preparations for dinner.
I hear the 'plink, plinking' of small raindrops begin to fall from the sky as they land on the awning outside of the front door. Rain is cleansing, I decide. Perhaps it will wash away all of the unsettled thoughts that I have been having lately. I see the rain start to come down heavier and wonder how many will brave the wetness and storm to come to my small kitchen for a bowl of soup. I will just have to wait and see.
I decide to go and take a shower, the idea of water cleansing my mind makes me think that if I can just stand in the downpour, it might help. So I walk to the bathroom and step into the shower. The water is cold at first, bringing with it a shock as it hits me. It warms up, though, and soon I am being pelted with hot streams of water.
I step out of the shower, dry off and dress. I feel cleaner, but not refreshed. There is just something consuming my mind that I can not conquer. I go out to the kitchen and await the people.
The storm is in full swing now, the rain falls in heavy sheets, and I hear the rumblings of thunder much closer and louder now. The small kitchen seems to shake at the insistant wind pounding upon it. It feels as though the whole building might be picked up and thrown about. The lights dim and then return. I have a feeling that the poor and homeless will be staying away tonight. They will try to find a place that is close to them that is dry and sheltered. I hope that they are successful.
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Post by Janele on Mar 25, 2004 16:33:50 GMT -5
I thingy my right eyebrow up. Okay.... I look down @ my bo that I had carefully placed across my lap. I look back up @ him. & 2 wht knowledge did u get this 4m...... How did u know that I was a witch?
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Daevid
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Poet/Philosopher
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Post by Daevid on Mar 25, 2004 16:53:21 GMT -5
Daevid notices the two men walk into the coffee shop. He wasn't too thrilled at having his new friend taken away by some dark looking characters. He took another gulp of his bitter coffee.
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Post by Peter "The Owl" on Mar 25, 2004 17:32:43 GMT -5
"I have a library of knowledge at my beek and call. It was a simple matter of using your information to make an educated guess. Each culture and race has it's own ways of connecting with the magiks and it's own group of learned casters.
Witchs are common in the ranks of the white races, the centeral Europian and American tradition for the most part.
Now then, as a Witch, or Wicca if you prefure, your connection to magik is more a spiritual one then one of spell books and scrolls and Wizards. Also, the power is housed in your body and flesh, not in your spirit like with Sorerers.
This is important. Much of Witch and Wicca magic requires the use of blood, if only a small amount. To explore this power, you will have to commune with the world around you and learn to tap into the magiks.
The connection is a solid one, one of blood and earth, of flesh and stone. This, you will have to do alone."
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Post by Timithy of the Green Winds on Mar 25, 2004 17:51:25 GMT -5
((Dramatic little guy aren't you?))
Timithy presses against the other angel's attack but they are too dead locked.
Not bad.
Timithy shatters the lock, releasing his forward force and redirecting it upwards. His spear flips away and up, sailing high into the air.
The angel himself flips backwards as well, backflipping away from Sin. Each time he rights himself before flipping again his hands flash out and send blades of air towards his enemy.
Sliding to a stop Timithy slides his right hand behind his back, his left held up in the air before him. Energy builds around the left hand, slowly swirling green light around his fingers. The spear sails down, landing in his right hand behind his back.
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Post by Tabby on Mar 25, 2004 18:44:25 GMT -5
Patrick still hadn't returned.Tabby started to worry."Kirara,why don't you stay with cat while I leave for a while.I promise to come back."Tabby follows Patrick's scent to red infinity.She goes in and walks down the halls.He seemed to have left.Tabby always wandered around the place so she didn't get kicked out or anything.Tabby walks out of there and follows his scent to a cabin,a food place,the frount of a house,and then back to the cabin.Tabby paws the ground.She'd been looking for a long time!Tabby crawls into the cabin on all fours.They didn't notice a cat person for some reason...Tabby enters a room and sees a cat demon with the scent of Patrick and a girl."Patrick!"Tabby goes to the end of the bed and buts her frount paws on the edge and puts her chin on her paws."Patrick?You have the scent of Patrick but you don't look like him.*tilts head*"
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Post by Patrick on Mar 25, 2004 18:46:48 GMT -5
Patrick opened his eyes and looked directly at Tabby. Her face was so familiar. He couldn't remember where he saw her before. He mewed at her. "Who are you?" he asked in feline. (All cats speak feline)
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Post by Tabby on Mar 25, 2004 18:48:24 GMT -5
"*lightly paws at the young kitten*I'm Tabby.Who r u?You have the scent of Patrick but you don't look like him."To the other girl in the room it just sounded like mews.
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