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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: Sun Nov 21, 2010 9:24 am
Myras walk down sollemnly...
such a nice place, yet the air seems stagnant here... I do hope everythings going to turn out good...
Hm... What herbs do they have here? I think I could make a salve for them if they get injured heavily...
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Posted: Sun Nov 21, 2010 9:30 am
"I wouldn't worry about that...we've got healers on hand. Salves wouldn't be the best." said Gren, already settling into 'soldier' mode.
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Gren_Eckener Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Nov 21, 2010 9:35 am
Fenyx popped out of nowhere in particular. "Okay... Yeah... I'm just going to..." He summoned a taco, and ate it...
((Can someone RP my characters while I'm at church? Also, I don't mind if you kill off Hina... I'm still looking for a legitimate excuse to kill him...))
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Posted: Sun Nov 21, 2010 10:27 am
Ah, I know that Gren... It's a salve that aids magical process. Some things can't be done without seriously wearing out the magician... But I don't know If you would understand that... We magicians live of energy itself, or else we starve ourselves by using magic...
What makes a true magician is the ability to live off this force, and never have to eat, which is why it hurts to use overly powerful spells. Some of us eat as well, after training ourselves to take energy from around us to survive, and that only aids to our prowess.
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Posted: Sun Nov 21, 2010 11:09 am
((Sheesh, what a morning to sleep in!))
Azana came downstairs first, Ghost Cloak already billowing around her frame, which looked odd against the TaylorTech Suit 2.0 he had given her for Halloween (one, sadly, that proved to be unnecessary until this point.) Gren was already downstairs, insomnia no doubt responsible for being an early bird, and her husband was close behind.
Unlike his wife, Sosol really didn't have mission attire, his faith in his shields often being enough to get him through. He realized that this put him more at risk and made Azana just more protective of him, but what else was he to do?
"Morning," he greeted, giving the operative a quick squeeze before sliding past her to pick up those strange foodstuffs from the kitchen.
Kristen followed after, oddly serene given the tense atmosphere and what was to come. Unlike the others, her task was likely the simplest: let that Warden burn. Of course, she would have to default to Abigail's demands...after all, they were sisters.
It was a lovely time to ask himself what he had just jumped into, wasn't it? Tyler was carefully picking out his bag of tricks, knowing that his gadgetry and stealth were pretty much all he had. Well, that and an amazing plan. I need to be on phase one...it's the only way.
After a minute to double check both the bag and both catapsi devices, he closed and locked his door, taking a deep breath to steady his nerves. All these years...he never figured he'd go back to one of those places.
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Posted: Sun Nov 21, 2010 11:26 am
Abigail seemed to emerge from nowhere, draped in a dark cloak that hid all but her paws and head. "I'm ready whenever you are..."
Hillary trotted in looking exited and bouncy. Her coat and shovel were clean, no doubt signs of her good mood. "Up an' at 'em boys! Ready ta go?"
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Posted: Sun Nov 21, 2010 11:35 am
Kristen nodded, approaching Abigail. "Unless you direct me to, I shall not hold back, Miss Abigail."
"Well, everyone of the stealth team seems to be here but Chris," Tyler muttered, folding his arms.
"You think he's staying out of this one?" Azana asked, taking one of Howard's curative snacks and hiding it in one of her belt's pouches. "He seemed very into it not long ago."
"He may merely need more time to ensure his Crimson Mode remains inactive," Sosol suggested. "If you need to switch him out, I can come along in his place..."
"Either way, this already doesn't bode well, considering he has stealthy transport. I'm not flashing to the ward..."
"Take mine!" Max called from the floor, setting up a multi-screen system (including borrowing Ty's holo-screen) in a comfortable position. "It's in the corner...kinda works like a segway!"
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Posted: Sun Nov 21, 2010 12:02 pm
Abigail nodded to the younger woman. "And I will only in-struct you to do so should the dan-ger to your mind become too great."
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Posted: Sun Nov 21, 2010 12:18 pm
"Then there will be no worry," Kristen replied with a smile.
"I almost forgot he made you one, too," Tyler muttered, walking over to the corner and picking it up. He looked it over before giving a nod of approval. "Alright. Due to Chris' absence, Sol, you just got bumped up. I'm sure he'll catch up...I wouldn't even be surprised if he brought some of the other Knights as reinforcements."
Sosol looked to Azana with a grin, glad the duo was back in one piece. Hopefully this wouldn't throw anything off as far as the plan...
"I guess we're either taking the cloak or the broom..."
"Cloak's a better plan. Yes, we need to focus our will, but we can both drive and share the work. Besides, I don't want to lose another broom." She winked to him, slipping their shared card into his pocket. They hadn't yet used it, and so had no idea what it contained. But it couldn't hurt.
"Well, either way, the four of us should head out soon. Abigail," he addressed her, his tone suddenly respectful. He didn't know her exact nature, but she knew a lot more than he did about all this. "The others need to follow behind. Give us a bit of a head start, so it isn't glaringly obvious, but don't take too long or we'll be stranded."
He walked for the door, glancing back to Max's worried face once before pulling the door open and leaving the Inn, the rest of the team following.
Max watched the door for a minute or two until she could see them vanish from sight out the window, her focus turning to Remy instead.
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Posted: Sun Nov 21, 2010 12:33 pm
Hillary punched the air in excitement. "Let's get this show on the road!" And she sped after Tyler.
Abigail followed slowly, not quite sure what to expect from both her team and the guards at the Ward.
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Posted: Sun Nov 21, 2010 12:51 pm
Myras sat down tiredly to the side. A large vat of the salve, in the end, probably wouldn't do him good afterall. Realizing he could add himself to the network of healers, he decided to just sit and wait for the first injured guest to come back.
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Posted: Sun Nov 21, 2010 2:17 pm
Max sat in front of the system, waiting intently for Tyler's security feeds to arrive. It wouldn't take him long, she knew, but he had a widespread hack to do before they'd truly be safe. She looked back to Remy, knowing that that team would leave soon, too. Part of her wanted to run over and give him an awesome kiss before he left, but she knew she had a job to do.
Kristen stayed back as well, waiting on the other half of the team so that they could meet Abigail. Also, if Chris arrived, he needed to know of the change in plans...
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Posted: Sun Nov 21, 2010 2:55 pm
Hunter waited, somewhat too excitedly and began pacing. "Agh, this is going to take forever, how I wish I was getting some of the main event..." He said angrily, it was the fact he was too riled up for his own good. Ultima resided in his shadow, exuding an aura of calm, Hunter's impatience would do him no good, and Ultima was only an observer now, and a tester for Myras.
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Posted: Sun Nov 21, 2010 2:58 pm
Fenyx walked up to Myras. "I have plenty of energy to spare, do you need some?" He pulled out a flower. "Actually, I'm not even going to ask permission. Practe bigi nar, Fragrantia floris, meis amicis vigorem, vitalitatem, auram salutarem. Refectio." The flower wilted, and a disproportionate amount of energy flooded Myras, as a lot of the energy was Fenyx's own. Fenyx didn't even seem tired, though.
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