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Post by Tyrannus et Callida on Apr 27, 2005 18:29:48 GMT -5
(OOC: And, Ghost, we all don't like you. Me more than anyone else.) After mulling over his present situation, Metrean and Thayndriar got up and began scouring the area. They looked in every concieveable place that they thought someone would put something valuable in. However, they unknowingly drew ever closer to Julian's hiding spot as they looked for the object they last saw in his hands. (OOC: Cat, it's now or never. Let's do this. )
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Post by Cat on Apr 27, 2005 18:42:34 GMT -5
OOC: o.o Eep. XD Here we go ...
Julian's keen senses were all on the alert, and he watched Metrean's approach. Almost silently he began to run, further away from the other teen, sliding his knife out of his pocket. He slowed to a walk once he had circled, placing himself at Metrean's back.
Shay moved just as silently on noiseless cat feet. She was more tense than Julian was. Once he judged himself in a good enough position he moved closer, closer, painstakingly ...
Then he bolted. He lunged at Metrean with his knife drawn and gripped tightly in one hand, ready to slash or parry, and Shay bounded at the fox dæmon. Now or never.
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Post by cock of teh walk on Apr 27, 2005 22:29:13 GMT -5
TU: ...uh...*bursts into tears*
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Post by Tyrannus et Callida on Apr 28, 2005 14:56:12 GMT -5
(OOC: Not fox, leopard)
While Metrean was searching among the crates, Thayndriar turned to try to find another place to look, and saw him.
Then she saw his weapon.
"Watch out!" she shouted, at the same point jumping over the crates, putting a barrier between her and the attackers.
Metrean, knowing what to do from the countless fights of his past, followed, looking back as he did, recognizing whom he saw.
He surprisingly shouted, "You!" and then realization came to him.
He might still have it.
"Well, what luck. Just the person I was hoping to see," he said, at the same time drawing his sword and taking a defensive stance.
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Post by Kaye&Lanh on Apr 28, 2005 17:38:01 GMT -5
((ooc: hey, ghost's cool. Most of the time.)) Emily smiled and asked Ur slowly 'Do you want more food?'
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Post by KK on Apr 29, 2005 10:01:07 GMT -5
"Food," said Ur, holding her hands out and drooling slightly. Deep inside her brain, a faint spark of a memory kept annoying her. She kept remembering a sweet voice talking to her. She couldn't remember the exact words, but knew it was in the same language as Emily and the others were speaking. Maybe, if she learned that language, she would remember fully. Ur still held her hands out, but her brown eyes were staring off into nothingness. She felt almost proud of herself, for deciding to do something big like this. She had a goal now. She had to learn how to talk to these people.
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Post by |3200k1 on May 1, 2005 13:03:28 GMT -5
"Do we have any thoughts as to where she may be from?"Rhae asked,trying to make sense of her current situation.
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[Corleone]Whiskas? I don't need no stinkin' Whiskas.[/Corleone]
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Post by Alexei & Kryii on May 1, 2005 16:36:17 GMT -5
Adony didn't even notice the wind that made his tattered shirt flutter, releasing the precious warmth within. He eyes never left the tiny spot of sunlight on the bare, concrete foundation. Sunlight, shining throught clouds so thick that if he reached up, he could almost touch them.
Stepping onto the patch of warmth, a shiver ran down his back that had nothing to do with the cold. Detroit was... gone. He was standing on a hill, beside a sea, under a bright, summer sun. Rubbing his hands, he stepped back into the cold city.
A dream? Was the cancer getting that bad, to cause him to hallucinate something like that? Looking around, he shrugged. At least it was warm and didn't smell like a dirty armpit. Lifting his almost empty pack, he darted back into the sun and started looking for a place to sleep.
If he was lucky, he'd get more than only an hour or two...
When he awoke, the first thin he noticed was the smell of decay. Not Detroit, though... something else. A swamp?
It was there, not thirty feet from where he had slept. A swamp, smelling of death and danger and... food? Did he smell food?
Glancing back at the trampled grass leading to the city, he shrugged. Better than going hungry somewhere else. Into the swamp, I suppose.
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