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Posted: Sat Sep 05, 2009 9:24 am
*Kero laughs*
Mentally, silly...like you just showed me...that way, I know when yer mad...and when yer really mad.
Oh...and by the way...I wasn't threatening to spank you...had you kept destroying my kitchen...I would have...
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Posted: Sat Sep 05, 2009 10:01 am
Lyssan looks up at Volgon and grins wickedly. "He wants me to throw a tantrum... mentally... Now I know he's daft. What do ye think I should do?"
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Posted: Sat Sep 05, 2009 10:54 am
Volgon ponders for a bit and says, "I say have show him, otherwise he might not be prepared for when you do have one, but give me a heads up if your gonna." And with that he ducks into a barrel.
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Posted: Sat Sep 05, 2009 11:23 am
Lyssan shakes her head in mock dismay. "We did give him a cabin... right? Could have sworn we did... or does he really like pickles that much?"
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Posted: Sat Sep 05, 2009 11:37 am
*Kero laughs*
Ye3ah....I guess he does....welp, let's see it...
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Posted: Sat Sep 05, 2009 11:50 am
Lyssan thinks for a bit, she really hasn't thrown a tantrum in ages, though she has had several fits of anger that have come close. Trouble is, this body is so small and it has some abilities she normally wouldn't have and lacks many she would.
Finally she sends a vision to Kerobian of the little dragon flying in a destructive circle around the room, keening at the top of her lungs, spitting acid bile and breathing fire at Kero whenever he tries to catch her. In many ways, he is actually seeing a small black dragon exactly as he would in the wild... a vicious, ruthless creature which would stop at nothing to get what she wants.
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Posted: Sat Sep 05, 2009 11:56 am
*Kero nods, understanding*
Okay...definitely something I can deal with.
*Sends her an image of himself changing into a dragon....his scales are immune to fire and acid...and of him trying to catch her again*
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Posted: Sat Sep 05, 2009 12:07 pm
Lyssan chuckles softly. "Just remember, if she reverts... she's not exactly the most lovable of creatures. And will understand power only... she's a creature of chaos... and evil to boot. You'll have to prove to her your stronger, bigger and meaner than she is. Can't for the life of me figure out how I morphed into one of them."
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Posted: Sat Sep 05, 2009 12:09 pm
*Kero shrugs*
Probably due to the chaotic nature of Twilight, twisting and turning between light and shadow...yer not evil, though...
As for stronger, bigger, and meaner, I can be all those things, If I must...
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Posted: Sat Sep 05, 2009 12:18 pm
"Well, I've always been one to walk me own road... which drove many in the past to complete and utter distraction. Tamara especially. Life is life, I suppose... and all things are governed by the pendulum." says Lyssan, with a grin... then she yawns hugely and decides to go take a nap.
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Posted: Sat Sep 05, 2009 12:25 pm
*Kero decides to be silly, and carries her up, tucking her in...then sits down*
Shall I sing, m'lady?
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Posted: Sat Sep 05, 2009 12:31 pm
She smiles at him and giggles. "I haven't been sung to sleep since Ame was courting me. It would be nice... as long as yer not resorting to lullabies." There is a small frown between her brows. It appears her head still hurts. Music might just be the thing she needs.
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Posted: Sat Sep 05, 2009 12:33 pm
*So Kero launches into an old song...not a lullaby...nor in any language she recognizes....but the music is beautiful, nonetheless*
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Posted: Sat Sep 05, 2009 12:36 pm
She closes her eyes and lets the music carry her to someplace exotic and free from pain. Within minutes she is out cold. Shortly following that she begins to suck on the tip of her wing.
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Posted: Sat Sep 05, 2009 12:39 pm
*Kero smiles, gently removing it...though he knows that's an exercise in futility...and goes off to make her a surprise in his galley*
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