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 Posted: Sat Jul 07, 2007 9:36 pm
he hands him the steaming mug then sets about making some more for himself, he starts whistling an old marching tune.
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Posted: Sat Jul 07, 2007 9:38 pm
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Posted: Sat Jul 07, 2007 9:39 pm
altus puts a watery hand into the mug and draws up the coffee
it tastes strange
he listens to the tune
where have you heard that?
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Posted: Sat Jul 07, 2007 9:42 pm
he stares slightly as the wall appears to be sucking coffee out of a cup.
"huh...oh the song we used to march into battle singing it" he said staring into space and thinking about the war he had been in.
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Posted: Sat Jul 07, 2007 9:49 pm
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Posted: Sat Jul 07, 2007 9:50 pm
coreykill he stares slightly as the wall appears to be sucking coffee out of a cup. "huh...oh the song we used to march into battle singing it" he said staring into space and thinking about the war he had been in. battle? the hand put the cup next to the man and went back into the wall
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Posted: Sat Jul 07, 2007 9:53 pm
he thinks for a moment "ya battle you know war....." he pauses a moment "ok imgaine 100,000 people running at each other all with rifles shooting and killing eachother" he closes his eyes pulling his rifle closer to him as he leaned against the wall.
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Posted: Sat Jul 07, 2007 9:57 pm
i can understand war but nothing on a small scale
the two red dots fall from the ceiling and turn into a tiny man
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Posted: Sat Jul 07, 2007 10:04 pm
vasily is a little confused by that last comment. noticing a tiny man he squishes himself further against the wall. he knew hed have to get used to this kind of thing but that didnt mean he had to like it. he turns away and starts to cook the bird he shot earlier.
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Posted: Sat Jul 07, 2007 10:08 pm
the man made of red liquid moved towards the fire his legs a puddle with a torso coming out of it
what were wars like where you were from?
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Posted: Sat Jul 07, 2007 10:14 pm
he thought back to the battles "they were horrible and bloody, if the constant artillary and enemy didnt kill you your own troops sometimes did, if you tried to retreat you were killed by your own officars, a lot of us didnt have weapons they just sent us running at the enemy." he paused thinking of it and the friends he had lost "id rather not talk about it anymore right now" he mumbled sipping his coffee
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Posted: Sat Jul 07, 2007 10:20 pm
where there dragons like the ones here?
the man crawls under a rock and sits there warming its self
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Posted: Sat Jul 07, 2007 10:23 pm
he hears him and almost chokes on his coffee "dra dragons" he sputters coughing "dragons arent real.." he says. smiling a bit.
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Posted: Sat Jul 07, 2007 10:26 pm
Night appeared from somewhere behind him.
"Oh, hell no! No such thing as vampires or dragons could ever exist"
Smiling to the others she said
"Oi. I'm back"
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Posted: Sat Jul 07, 2007 10:27 pm
they are too i saw them before
some of the ice falls from the ceiling and the man goues into it and shapes it into a mini dragon
there like this
he makes it float around its head red but the rest light blue due to the water
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