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New RN's. How bout it? |
I desire to serve the Mistress and her ladies unconditionally |
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I just want a drink |
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Say What? |
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Posted: Thu Jan 07, 2010 9:45 pm
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Posted: Thu Jan 07, 2010 9:51 pm
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Posted: Thu Jan 07, 2010 9:59 pm
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Posted: Thu Jan 07, 2010 10:04 pm
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Posted: Thu Jan 07, 2010 10:14 pm
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Posted: Thu Jan 07, 2010 10:19 pm
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Hmmmm.....she's not wanderer.....do you believe she sensed something? Maybe a being from your world?
*starts pacing back and forth in front of the tree, trying to figure Faunt and his crew out. With the fact that he's from another world, as the dark elves inhabited here, she knows nothing about them. His first impression was killer Icy thinks to herself as she glances at him looking about the ice tree for any signs of Crys. And his second and third were on point as well. But looks, mannerisms, and chivalry aren't the sum of this person. Is he a good person? Does he mean this world harm or is he indeed here on good will? Was he honest about his cryptic answer for his existent/non-existent enemies? Was Crys kidnapped to bring him out of hiding? And if so, why not take care of him if they got to Crys so easily. With all these questions flooding her mind, Icy shakes her head and grits her teeth. No! I refuse to believe that about him. Why would he lie? Who are we to him for him to feel that he needs to lie to us? I said I would help him, and I mean to. Stopping back in front of Faunt, Icy looks at him*
Alright. Now that we see she nor your satchel are here, how do you want to proceed?
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Posted: Thu Jan 07, 2010 10:27 pm
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Posted: Thu Jan 07, 2010 10:27 pm
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Posted: Thu Jan 07, 2010 10:33 pm
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Posted: Thu Jan 07, 2010 10:44 pm
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Posted: Thu Jan 07, 2010 10:54 pm
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Posted: Thu Jan 07, 2010 11:04 pm
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Posted: Thu Jan 07, 2010 11:20 pm
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Posted: Thu Jan 07, 2010 11:21 pm
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*watching in awe, Faunt touches the tree and it unimaginably opens up, like an ice flower blooming. Not believing what she's seeing, Icy automatically steps closer, wanting to reach out and touch this amazing creation before her. As she steps closer, she hears Faunt yelling for her to move and is immediately pushed to the side, firmly but gently, and watches as Faunt places himself under the falling satchel and Crys. As he catches the satchel, he immediately surrounds him and the satchel in ice, and to Icys horror, Crys lands smack dab into the block of ice Faunt is encased in. With a shriek, Icy looks at the scene, unable to move. OMG! What the hell just happened? Why did he encase himself in ice with Crys barreling at him like that? Is she alright? As soon as Icy wills her limbs to move, Faunt has broken through the ice block and picks Crys up, crying and wailing for her to come back. Mortified, Icy doesn't know whether to go to his side or go for help. As she turns to go inside to call someone, anyone, she hears Crys' voice and is utterly relieved. As she watches the scene before her, she notices that Faunts tears aren't freezing this time. They're...liquid. Astonished, Icy begins to ask if everything is alright and a few more questions at hand, but Faunt surprises her with a warm kiss to the cheek, thanking her for her help, even though all she did was gawk and yell and freeze up. Lightly touching the cheek he kissed, Icy watches as Faunt goes into his ice treehouse and turns in for the night. His lips were so, so....warm. Yet, his breath cool and comforting. Lost in her musings and the surprising warmth of Faunts kiss still in the foremost of her mind, she's brought back to reality by a voice calling to her. She turns around and sees another stranger that has happened across the bar and sheepishly smiles at him*
redface OH! Uh, yes, a drink would most definitely be good right about now. sweatdrop
*turns and goes into the bar, turning to look at the georgous ice tree one last time before closing the door*
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Posted: Thu Jan 07, 2010 11:33 pm
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