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Posted: Wed Aug 10, 2011 1:23 pm
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Posted: Mon Aug 15, 2011 1:14 am
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Posted: Tue Aug 16, 2011 4:15 pm
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Posted: Tue Aug 16, 2011 4:19 pm
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Posted: Fri Aug 19, 2011 3:11 pm
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Posted: Fri Aug 19, 2011 3:15 pm
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The first thing Yggdrassil saw upon entering town was a strange male embracing a barrel. He was strange for a few reasons. One, he was dressed rather odd, in her opinion, two, he was practically making out with a barrel, and three, the two dragon heads coming out of his back. Raising a brow in curiosity, she walks closer, prepared to at least attempt to run if this guy turned out to be some sort of psychotic killer. "You know... you look rather strange, attached to a barrel like that.." She said, pitching her voice enough to hopefully be heard over the normal bustle of the town. Strange that none of the other townsfolk found this man odd.
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Posted: Fri Aug 19, 2011 3:28 pm
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Posted: Fri Aug 19, 2011 3:38 pm
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She narrows her eyes the slightest bit, thinking as she looks from the barrel to him and back again. She then looks at the rather large, brightly colored and hard to miss sign just behind him and chuckles, pointing at it. "Well, looking right behind you there would answer your question as to where ye are." She inches closer to the barrel, looking it over before tilting her head and glancing back at him. "You're not from around here either then, are ya." She said, more of a statement than a question. "Lucky us, in a town neither of us knows much about. My grandma sent me here to pick up some supplies for her class... Although why she couldn't just fly here herself and pick em up, I'll never know." She says, giving a small shrug. "S'not like she doesn't have enough flying brooms as is."
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Posted: Fri Aug 19, 2011 3:59 pm
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Posted: Fri Aug 19, 2011 4:06 pm
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She blinks, raising an eyebrow at him again as he talks, then nods. "Ah, yeah, they still exist. My grandma teaches broom flying classes at a school for witches and wizards." She eyes the two dragons, tilting her head slightly at them. "So, having extra eyes must come as a plus when going into dangerous areas, right? I mean, you can see just about every direction possible, it looks like. Must be nice to not have to worry about something sneaking up behind you." She shakes her head, annoyed with herself now, sending long silvery hair flying. "What I meant to say is, I'm Yggdrassil Hooch. Don't mind me. I've been told I'm a nosy little snot more times than I can count."
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Posted: Fri Aug 19, 2011 4:17 pm
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Posted: Fri Aug 19, 2011 4:24 pm
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Yggdrassil chuckles a bit at the dragons and Ashton's statement about them bickering, then taps her chin in thought, wings fluttering slightly. "It's nice to meet you as well, Ashton Anchors." She says, giving the slightest of bows. "Hrm... Alright, what about this quest you mentioned earlier? I might be able to help in some way. One of my talents is seeking things out." She wouldn't mention the second talent, destroying things, as that usually only happened when she was angered, cornered, or in pain. So far, she felt none of the usual anger and hostility towards others that she normally felt. She took this as a sign that she was meant to help him, in some form. "Maybe after your quest, we can finish grandma's shopping list? I'm pretty sure she's got some stuff laying around her place that you might find interesting." She knew her grandma dabbled in brewing alcohol on the side and kept barrels of the stuff in her cellar.
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Posted: Fri Aug 19, 2011 6:23 pm
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Anthro!Sparky Almond thinks for a moment, then fishes around for a loose rock on the ground and scratches it sharply against the wall, staring at the mark for a moment before looking back at Rivas. "Hehe... That alright, or should I try to make it bigger?" He wasn't sure how late it was himself, but he figured it'd be about time to start getting dark out by now. "I dunno... Might be dark out for all I know." He says with a small grin. ~*~ Throttle gives another small smile at her and nods, his tail swishing slightly behind him as he looks around slowly. "Well, I'll let you pick the direction we go once we get there, if you want." He says, lifting up his sunglasses enough to look her in the eye, his own red eyes letting her know he would do as she asked if she asked it of him.
Rivas examined the mark, and nodded. "It'll do." He said. "We'll be able to see it if we come this way again for sure." He gave Almond a little smile. "If it's getting late, maybe we should turn back. Your mother will worry, I'm sure."
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Christalle blinked, surprised at the red shade of his eyes. But then, he had been nothing but kind to her; there was nothing to fear. "Oh, really?" She smiled cheerfully. "Well, that will be quite the decision!"
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Posted: Fri Aug 19, 2011 6:26 pm
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