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| What are you looking for at the Inn of Peace? |
| Peace (dah) |
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| Love <3 |
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| Friends and Friends *hugs* |
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| Chaos and destruction *evil grin* |
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| Nothing *snores* |
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| Gold XD |
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| I don't know yet... |
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 Posted: Sat Nov 13, 2010 11:21 pm
((Grrraarg?! I'm so sorry for passing out on you, Azana... and yeah, I think it would be simpler to just say that we did, and be done with it. I don't know if there'll be time for me to get through an entire session, and I'm pretty sure I know what would've happened to him the entire time...))
Enra let Enta hang onto his arm while he went over to the couch to sit.
"I sure hope Albee did okay..."
"Albee did fine."
The djinn entered through the doorway, still in full djinn form and floating about on his wisps rather than his legs.
"I took what most would've considered fatal wounds, but seeing as this form has no real organs, I was fine."
He gripped a hand and pounded it into the other with a smack.
"But something tells me I won't be able to hold this form for long, and that'll mean going back to my weaker, more solid form. And that means organs and vital spots."
Howard had been sitting in a corner and waiting for him and when he got back, he tried to hide himself.
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Posted: Sat Nov 13, 2010 11:23 pm
"I told you, it was a practice blade!" Terry protested, walking in and dragging his hand across the blade in demonstration. There was a line of red, but not from any wound...instead, it was simply ink that came from the contact. "We're not doing it with live steel until later!"
"Good thing, too," Azana walked in, various little red lines across her clothes and skin. "Guess I'm doing laundry tomorrow."
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Posted: Sat Nov 13, 2010 11:28 pm
Albee shrugged.
"If it had been a real blade though... I just can't consider practice to be a play time. It will be much more serious when we finally take on this mission."
Enra nodded from his seat on the couch.
"Makes sense..."
Howard continued to hide behind the couch, though it was unclear why.
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Posted: Sat Nov 13, 2010 11:35 pm
"That's a good point...I hadn't realized you were taking it so seriously, Albee. My mistake...and Azana, you've gotten rusty. How long has it been since you used your Lash?" Terry asked, compacting the practice blade.
"Um...a year?" She replied sheepishly, some of the ink rubbing off on her hand as she held her arm. "I kind of found a new favorite."
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Posted: Sat Nov 13, 2010 11:39 pm
Albee nodded.
"I'd rather not die or be injured, after all. I did make a promise to someone-- rgh. To not... get hurt... goodness, is it that time already...?"
The djinn's body seemed to billow with smoke, though it did not fill the entire Inn, simply revolving around Albee as it laid him down on the ground. The result was an unconscious djinn child looking as if he'd lost a fight with his parents over whether or not to take a bath. A familiar whiny child's voice came from the boy's mouth.
"Gwaaahhh... Am I deaaaaaadd....?"
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Posted: Sat Nov 13, 2010 11:46 pm
"Not yet," Azana answered. "Just overdosed on soda..."
Terry blinked as he transformed, the lines of ink staying in the new form. "And in slight need of a bath at some point...sorry about all that. Guess I'll keep offering workshops tomorrow...and if you need a refresher course, Azana..."
"I'll be fine, thanks," she said, almost dismissively as she headed for the stairs. Sosol was waiting for her, and she probably had some explaining to do.
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Posted: Sat Nov 13, 2010 11:51 pm
"Huh?"
He looked down at himself to see the various red lines.
"AAH, I've been cut up, man!!"
He raised his arms as if to protect himself from something, then realized.
"Oh. It doesn't hurt."
He scratched the back of his head, then laughed brightly.
"Sorry mister, I'm kinda dumb sometimes, y'know?"
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Posted: Sun Nov 14, 2010 12:00 am
"That's what we're trying to prevent," Terry explained kindly, holding out the inked hand. "The practice blade leaves ink lines where it hits to remind you...once you can get through a session clean, we can move to the real deal. The last thing I want to do is actually hurt you guys..."
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Posted: Sun Nov 14, 2010 12:04 am
Albee nodded with a bright smile.
" 'Cuz you're a really nice guy, right?"
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Posted: Sun Nov 14, 2010 12:12 am
Terry chuckled lightly, giving Albee a pat on the head. "'Cuz I'm a nice guy," he repeated. "Now c'mon...I bet you'll feel better after a good night's sleep."
((Which I need to get as well...see you tomorrow!))
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Posted: Sun Nov 14, 2010 12:18 am
((Yep, cya! ^ ^))
Albee nodded.
"Sleep is great! But... where's doctor...?"
"Over here, Dumbo."
Howard had ervealed himself from behind the couch, seemingly returned to his former state.
"Doctor? Why were you hiding behind the couch--"
"Spatula."
"...Spatula?"
"Spatula."
Albee stopped and thought about it for a while.
"You're still too smart for me, doctor."
"Yes, I am. Now go on up and get some rest, you've earned it."
Albee agreed happily, having never heard such a compliment as having earned something before. Howard picked the boy up and placed him on his shoulders as they walked up to their room and slept.
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Posted: Sun Nov 14, 2010 3:28 am
(Though it is double posting...)
Enra watched as the two and Terry went upstairs to rest, and shrugged to himself, looking at Enta beside him on the couch.
"Welp. Looks like everyone's just about gone to sleep. Again."
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Posted: Sun Nov 14, 2010 4:11 am
"I don't mind." Enta said, still a bit puzzled by the whole ordeal, "What do you want to eat? I'm starving."
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Posted: Sun Nov 14, 2010 4:16 am
Enra shrugged with a smile.
"Surprise me."
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Posted: Sun Nov 14, 2010 4:43 am
Enta paused to think for a moment before rising from their shared seat and dashing into the kitchen. Several minutes layer he emerged in his apron, a plate with French toast and an over-stuffed omlette in one hand, and a nice warm vanilla coffee in the other. "Breakfast!" He beamed. "Hope you like eggs."
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