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 Posted: Mon Jul 16, 2007 5:30 am
Night bit her lip until it bleeded, she didn't like the fast turn either.
"I wish that I would've killed that spawn of scum when I had the chance!"
She growled quietly and tightened her grip on the sword.
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Posted: Mon Jul 16, 2007 5:38 am
"mmmm me too" he growled back at her the begginings of a smile creeping across his face. he felt his stomach lurche as the dragon hit another bump. he clutched her with both hands, not too tight. his legs wrapping around the animals neck. "cant we land this bloody thing?" he shouted to her.
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Posted: Mon Jul 16, 2007 5:43 am
"I think we should arrive to the mountain soon. Seems like they both disappeared now..."
Night tried to look for the Krusadian and Lauren, however nothing was ahead but the mountain.
They landed on a field of snow, the mountains top rising far above them...
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Posted: Mon Jul 16, 2007 5:47 am
vasily immidiatley launched himself of the dragon onto the ground laying in the snow and enjoying the feeling of the solid ground he leaned up and looked at night "just so you know im not moving for at least 20 minuites" he mutterd taking a flask out of his pack and downing about half of it. he layed back shuddering and breathing heavily idily making snowballs with one of his hands.
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Posted: Mon Jul 16, 2007 5:50 am
Night didn't answer. She disappeared somewhere and when she returned, her lap was full of snow. She downed it all on Vasilys face.
"Fine. But there's plenty of more where that came from"
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Posted: Mon Jul 16, 2007 5:54 am
"ack" he cried spitting out snow and wiping off his face "what you do that for?" he asked her grabbing one of her legs and pulling her down alongside him, then taking one of his snowballs and pelting her in the chest with it lightly.
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Posted: Mon Jul 16, 2007 6:02 am
"You started it in the ice cavern, b*****d!"
She moved her hand in the snow and made a little ball to hit Vasily with.
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Posted: Mon Jul 16, 2007 7:26 am
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Posted: Mon Jul 16, 2007 8:33 am
Mobius couldn't move. The sacred power from the sword weakened his ties to the physical form. He had only been surviving thus far from the negative energies Night had absorbed and the hatred of the Sirens. He was surprised he hadn't fallen off the dragon, which would have been better for him anyway by separating him from the sword. But he was still seated on the dragon, and the sword still lay a foot away from him. Reaching out with his consciousness into the mindscape, he begged Night "Please sheath that damn thing!!!" But he could not speak any further. He had to return to his body immediately, else he be separated from it until the sword was sheathed. And Mobius didn't want that. When he was connected to it, the body didn't require any use of its functions. If he were severed from it, the body would use all its functions at once, which would be rather embarassing for Mobius. His body lay nearly catatonic, eyes glazed over, mouth drooling in a lazy smile, and head tilted slightly. Unfortunately for Mobius' body, that glazed stare happened to be in the direction of Night. Mobius could see that Vasilli was going to hurt the body. Which might be good. If he knocks it off the dragon, Mobius can move and do stuff again. If he kills the body, Mobius' spirit could just drift away from the sword and form a physical body again away from it. Mobius prepared himself for pain, for this would be the second time he ever felt it in his life.
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Posted: Mon Jul 16, 2007 9:06 am
(Dohs?)
Night saw that something was wrong. She got up and rushed towards Moby her long hair waving in the harsh wind.
"What happened? Talk to me! What is wrong?" she got a hold of his shoulders and shook him with no mercy. She looked at Logen, hoping to find an advise of some sort.
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Posted: Mon Jul 16, 2007 9:07 am
(im too lazy to kill mobius now lol)
vasily was faster he quickly scooped up a snowball and hit her in the head with it. stifling a laugh he drug her over to him and pinned her to the ground with much effort
"dont call me a basterd, you were asking for it" he smiled warmly, looking at her first her eyes then travelling slowly down her body taking in every inch of her he could.
he stayed that way for a moment before she noticed mobius and rushed off to check on him. he sighed a little until he noticed there really was something wrong with him and dashed over to see if he could help.
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Posted: Mon Jul 16, 2007 9:07 am
Mobius Nightshade Mobius couldn't move. The sacred power from the sword weakened his ties to the physical form. He had only been surviving thus far from the negative energies Night had absorbed and the hatred of the Sirens. He was surprised he hadn't fallen off the dragon, which would have been better for him anyway by separating him from the sword. But he was still seated on the dragon, and the sword still lay a foot away from him. Reaching out with his consciousness into the mindscape, he begged Night "Please sheath that damn thing!!!" But he could not speak any further. He had to return to his body immediately, else he be separated from it until the sword was sheathed. And Mobius didn't want that. When he was connected to it, the body didn't require any use of its functions. If he were severed from it, the body would use all its functions at once, which would be rather embarassing for Mobius. His body lay nearly catatonic, eyes glazed over, mouth drooling in a lazy smile, and head tilted slightly. Unfortunately for Mobius' body, that glazed stare happened to be in the direction of Night. Mobius could see that Vasilli was going to hurt the body. Which might be good. If he knocks it off the dragon, Mobius can move and do stuff again. If he kills the body, Mobius' spirit could just drift away from the sword and form a physical body again away from it. Mobius prepared himself for pain, for this would be the second time he ever felt it in his life.
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Posted: Mon Jul 16, 2007 9:09 am
(Wuh...?Does that mean I cannot save Moby? I'll do it anyway!)
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Posted: Mon Jul 16, 2007 9:09 am
Mobius was nearly screaming inside his skull. She didn't hear his telepathic message! Was he that weak already? He started to wail inside his head, knowing that now his fate was sealed. He would never know what the face in the locket meant, or what happened before the age of 10. As he wailed, the body let loose a single, solitary tear, a break in the the glazed mask that was its face.
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Posted: Mon Jul 16, 2007 9:12 am
(no you got up and ran over to him, i followed a moment latrer)
he examined mobius's body staring off into space, he was surprised to find it was crying. he got back on the dragon, *after fist makig sure it wasnt moving anywhere* and got a closer look at him.
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