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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: Mon Oct 15, 2012 6:05 pm
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Posted: Mon Oct 15, 2012 6:25 pm
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Gren_Eckener Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Oct 15, 2012 6:26 pm
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Posted: Mon Oct 15, 2012 6:33 pm
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Gren_Eckener Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Oct 15, 2012 6:48 pm
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Posted: Mon Oct 15, 2012 6:49 pm
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Violet giggled, her chestnut hair now opened cascading in waves after a short shaking out. She stood, looping the hair tie around her wrist, and vanished into the kitchen to make some fresh tea for Kiran as he worked on sketching and shading.
Azana waved to her, setting out a third mug on the way out. In the doorway, she stopped, walking back and getting a fourth and fifth. "Big pot."
"It means to make small adjustments," Tyler replied, glancing over to her. "Even if its functional, there's almost always room for improvements. Nothing's perfect."
Sosol arrived downstairs, as well...the reason for one of Azana's two extra mugs. "Haven't missed anything important, I hope."
"No drink orders yet...there's a rather gloomy demon girl upstairs; I think you and Az know her somehow. She's been burned; there's a plan to try the unicorn horn on it to see if it'll work." Tyler reported it all, still typing.
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Gren_Eckener Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Oct 15, 2012 6:55 pm
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Posted: Mon Oct 15, 2012 7:03 pm
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Tamriel whimpered softly, she felt better in the dark. Less to look at, including herself- despite the glow. "I- I don't know what to do- I'm at a complete loss. I'm scared, hungry, hurt and so very, very tired. W-what am I supposed to do?"
Kyou perked up, "I'm learning about the marvels, robot and communication for them." And attention back to Tyler, "How can you look away and still move your fingers accurately?"
Her phone began to sing about dancing in the rain. Rolling under a table, weaving herself into the legs of the chairs, she answered, "'Ello, Ignus. Wha's on 'our 'eart?"
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Gren_Eckener Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Oct 15, 2012 7:09 pm
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Posted: Mon Oct 15, 2012 7:12 pm
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Gren_Eckener Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Oct 15, 2012 7:23 pm
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Posted: Mon Oct 15, 2012 7:28 pm
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Posted: Mon Oct 15, 2012 7:41 pm
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Posted: Mon Oct 15, 2012 7:45 pm
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Gren_Eckener Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Oct 15, 2012 7:50 pm
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