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| What are you looking for at the Inn of Peace? |
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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 Apr 17, 2011 1:35 am
"The Court..."
He frowned.
"What is the court, really?"
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Posted: Sun Apr 17, 2011 10:22 am
Tyler strolled downstairs, looking around the empty main room with a sigh. The reality of everyone's departure was finally sinking in...and he wasn't sure what was making him gloomy. Being left out of the Games was annoying, but completely understandable...or perhaps was it the vague emptiness that would settle at the Inn? Sure, the Inn was never truly empty, and Max would stick around...
Meh...probably just a passing mood. He concluded, heading into the kitchen for coffee and lunch. The subtle aroma of chili still hung in the air, and he was certain there would be leftovers.
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Gren_Eckener Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Apr 17, 2011 11:05 am
The faint sound of music could be heard outside, fading out and ceasing as the door opened, dark locks fluttering in the breeze, a wide smile beneath a crooked hood. "Good afternoon..." said Marouse to anyone around, Constacia fluttering onto his shoulder. He seemed to be holding a grind organ, and towing a small cart.
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Posted: Sun Apr 17, 2011 11:23 am
"Hello," Tyler greeted, halfway through a bowl of chili. "What's with the cart...?"
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Gren_Eckener Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Apr 17, 2011 11:29 am
"I thought, since the weather is getting nicer, that it might be fun to take some of my wares to the streets." he smiled, lifting the cloth curtains, revealing interesting odds and ends, jewelry and the like. "And, I got tired, so I came here for a rest. Would you care for a look? It is all quite safe; nothing from behind the counter."
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Posted: Sun Apr 17, 2011 11:37 am
"I see no reason why not," Tyler said with a shrug, setting his lunch aside to peek through the whatsits and trinkets in the cart. Maybe he could find something...a gift for Stacy, maybe, or for Max.
"I may have to go out and enjoy the weather, if it's as good as you say."
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Posted: Sun Apr 17, 2011 11:39 am
Albee poofed his existence downstairs, appearing upside down on the couch.
"Oof."
That was one thing that he had forgotten on purpose. How bad he was at smokemoving. But that was no matter. There was so much to be done.
He stepped about, looking for Charlotte.
"Herrooo-ooooo~?"
Also downstairs was the tall poet, staring at his materia in the firelight. so many possibilities with wind... maybe he could propel himself into the air, or even break a fall from a high place with it... Perhaps he'd save those for when he had more practice and could talk a little faster. putting it out of his mind, he stuffed the materia into his pocket and went back to his usual gig at the fireplace, writing and drawing.
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Posted: Sun Apr 17, 2011 11:39 am
"Browse as you please, sir...although, for these, I do prefer cash to alternative payment." he chuckled, digging in his pocket and producing a small packet of bird food, holding it to his shoulder to let his pet eat. "It is sunny, but quite windy."
He looked to the poof, eyes wide in amazement. "A djinn..?"
Charlotte was in her room, happily drawing what she remembered of the dream, even though her talents were lacking. "Sorry for the bother, Husky-boy...next time, Hyper will probably get them, so you can nap!" she trilled to herself, coloring his mud stains.
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Gren_Eckener Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Apr 17, 2011 11:46 am
Hearing his race's name, Albee turned and smiled widely, able to do so after much practice and reason to.
"Yep, that's me!"
He looked the man over, pouting as he tried to place his face.
"Do I... know you? We don't know each other do we? We don't. We definitely don't. Never seen each other before in our lives before now. Maybe by accident. I don't know. And... ehm... Yeah, I'm a djinn!"
He trodded up to Marouse, looking up and waving.
"Name's Albee! Who're you, mister?"
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Posted: Sun Apr 17, 2011 11:47 am
"I figured as such," Tyler chuckled. "I think I've got a little saved up." The poof attracted Marouse's attention, and the genius turned his head to the familiar blue djinn. "Hi, Albee...have you met Ro here?"
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Gren_Eckener Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Apr 17, 2011 11:49 am
"Call me Marouse, or Maro, if you will it, sir." he said politely, bowing his head. "Ro is fine too. None of them are my name." He extended a hand, smiling widely.
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Posted: Sun Apr 17, 2011 11:49 am
Albee shook his head.
"Not that I know of."
The tween looked him up and down.
"Seems pretty recogizable, remember-able. I'd not a forget a guy like you!"
He took his hand and shook it, nodding.
"I like Maro, iffen ya don't mind me sayin' it! Sticks for me. And Albee will do for me, not sir, Maro! Makes me feel..."
He cringed.
"...age-ed."
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Gren_Eckener Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Apr 17, 2011 11:52 am
"I am flattered." he smiled, genuine. "Would you like a gift? Pick something from the cart, free of charge."
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Posted: Sun Apr 17, 2011 11:56 am
"Oh?"
He looked inside.
"What're these? They look pretty old and valuable and... old. I couldn't accept something like these for free!"
He stuck his tongue out as he dug around his pockets, searching.
"Although... rgh... almost to the bottom..."
He had now stuck an entire arm into a pocket, but withdrew it.
"Aww... I ain't got so much as a paper machie ball to trade with."
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Gren_Eckener Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Apr 17, 2011 11:59 am
"It is a gift. Take what you like." he said serenely. Constacia peered at Albee with one eye, getting a good look.
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