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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: Thu Apr 24, 2014 8:52 pm
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Posted: Thu Apr 24, 2014 8:55 pm
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Posted: Sat Apr 26, 2014 8:49 am
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Victoria scowled at the two talking. One because of the demonic contracts (though probably much more honest than ones made by man), and the other because he was so dismissive of them. Shaking her head, she stood and made her way upstairs for some peace and quiet, ignoring the small thing that had approached her. Anything she had left behind was his for the taking.
Tyler, by this point, had made his way into Max's unlocked room. She had to have a floor plan of the place somewhere; he'd need it to get the coordinates right. No doubt the man had security, and they would just be an inconvenience. As he searched, though, his eyes wandered to the computer screen and a small prompt box.
"...remote access...?" He read over it quickly, scowling as he kicked aside a couple cans and sat on the cushion. "Like hell..." Something nagged at him about the attempting terminal address, but it didn't matter. Max was hospitalized, then her computer attacked. John was getting nothing on her...
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Posted: Mon Apr 28, 2014 7:29 pm
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Posted: Wed Apr 30, 2014 10:14 am
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Posted: Fri May 02, 2014 4:16 pm
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Posted: Fri May 02, 2014 6:22 pm
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Posted: Fri May 02, 2014 6:51 pm
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Gren_Eckener Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri May 02, 2014 10:04 pm
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Posted: Fri May 02, 2014 10:34 pm
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Gren_Eckener Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat May 03, 2014 7:38 pm
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(Gotcha.)
Bure stood quietly, watching him as he started to press his finger against it, but waving him away when he started to do it.
"No, no...! I'mma do it."
With some effort, he'd reach up, pressing the button when on his tiptoes, watching the rest of the coffee pour out into the mug. Behind him, he flapped a hand to dismiss the demon.
"Go ahead, go ahead, it's coming, it's coming..."
When he had it filled, he held it by the sides, wincing and crying out. People drank things this hot...? He got oven mitts and held the cup on each side, moving back out to where he would have shooed Bill away, placing it on the table now empty of his papers and putting his hands on his hips with a defiant nod of triumph.
"Good-- Dah!"
He searched his pockets, a frustration.
"I don't think I have any black dye... You want it black right...?"
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Posted: Sat May 03, 2014 9:03 pm
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Posted: Sun May 11, 2014 12:12 pm
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Posted: Mon May 12, 2014 7:11 pm
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Posted: Mon May 12, 2014 8:30 pm
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Azana stepped into the apartment momentarily. "A bit of both, actually. Our contribution to dinner tonight took a bit longer than we anticipated. And there's a stop along the way I really need to make." She was surprisingly reluctant to ask, considering all the favors they had done one another in the past. Honestly, she would have made the trip by the skies, but the breeze would do nothing to keep dinner warm.
"So, um, I was wondering if I could hitch a ride with Ty's other transporter. I would have asked him, but I'm sure he's still with Max at the hospital."
Sol nodded along, a covered dish in two oven mitts. Between the warmth of the mittens and the time spent making it, both he and Az were a bit sweaty, but that was nothing a quick shower or a flight around the block couldn't fix. "We can make our own way back, if that helps. I doubt Mom or Dad would mind having you for dinner either way, but it's busy taking care of a place like this."
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