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 Posted: Thu Nov 08, 2007 1:49 pm
He looked toward (Kech). "The power to destroy can be the power to defend. Value it as you vould her power. Be happy knowink you can preserve and protect such beauty."
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Posted: Thu Nov 08, 2007 2:37 pm
Jack was spying on them, he decided to make a dramatic but no less destructive entry. "Well, well. Sounds like the new kids sucking up. Trying to get a girlfriend?" He laughed as he burned a whole lotta crap. "I just wanted to tell you... Classtime!" He laughed as he made a burning ring around them, trapping them. "The flames won't move; Murder is a rule I don't wanna break. For once." He laughed. "You'll be stuck there till... Detention." He laughed more and dissapeared.
((He gets even more annoying with his powers. He thinks he can do anything.))
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Posted: Thu Nov 08, 2007 2:40 pm
He turned into the ultra-dense material once more and began to drill through the earth, having shifted shape into a sort of corkscrew.
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Posted: Thu Nov 08, 2007 4:22 pm
Rosalind frowned as she found herself trapped and nestled into her thorns to conceal the rose that had crept into her cheeks.
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Posted: Thu Nov 08, 2007 5:51 pm
Finally, the tunnel out was completed. He rushed backward through it to the others, turning into some sort of wheeled pod. "Hop in. I don't vant to be late for class."
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Posted: Thu Nov 08, 2007 6:59 pm
Bemused, Rosalind did as she was told. The experience was surreal, even for someone with powers of her own.
[I can't exactly tell where (Kech) is standing or who these "others" are that you refer to...
I assume Rosalind is one of the others. I thought that (Kech) was still near the tree, but I can't tell...]
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Posted: Thu Nov 08, 2007 7:06 pm
(You're correct.)
As (Kech) and Rosalind climbed in, a transparent glass-like material closed over them. He sped through the tunnel, exuding a mechanical huff-huff-huff noise as he went. When he popped out the other side, he melted, letting them down gently and reforming standing next to them. "Let's run to class."
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Posted: Thu Nov 08, 2007 7:16 pm
(I believe I shall retie for the night. Adieu.)
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Posted: Thu Nov 08, 2007 7:31 pm
[Retie, will you? Hee hee hee. Sleep softly, dear friend.]
As stunned as she was to have been enveloped in and carried underground by another student, Rosalind acted with supreme efficiency and coordination as she wove through throngs of students to her class. The professor was collecting the analysis of a sonnet by Lord Byron [random choice, perhaps, but my teacher told me I ought to look him up and I haven't yet.]. Rosalind set hers on the desk along with a commentary over the style of the era and the elements of the times, the subject of that days notes, and a forged doctors' note diagnosing an illness. She, then, made her way back out into the hallway towards the Green House.
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Posted: Fri Nov 09, 2007 1:59 pm
Jack tensed as he saw Rosalind in the class, but calmed himself down. "She's probably the only one..." He murmured to himself.
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Posted: Fri Nov 09, 2007 2:03 pm
(my name is Alysha Zollinger in this RP)
she sat down in time to see him come in, "hi retard, going to try to kill us again????" she sparka a fire in her hand. "'couse i can play flame too"
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Posted: Fri Nov 09, 2007 2:03 pm
He peeked past Rosalind at Jack, a sneaky smile on his face.
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Posted: Fri Nov 09, 2007 2:15 pm
she spots his and couldn't help but giggle at his sneeky smile, she waved at him.
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Posted: Fri Nov 09, 2007 2:17 pm
He waved, turning his hand into a gel to show off his own talent.
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Posted: Fri Nov 09, 2007 2:22 pm
Infuriated by the voice by him, he burst flames. He turned around. "Where'd you come from?"
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