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 Posted: Tue Sep 08, 2009 5:07 pm
*Kero snaps his fingers...jokes over...and when she gets there, it transforms into a mug...and refills*
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Posted: Tue Sep 08, 2009 5:32 pm
With a smile and a sigh of exasperation, she settles in to think over the things he has told her. Trying to come up with a better solution.
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Posted: Tue Sep 08, 2009 5:33 pm
*Kero, meanwhile, settles in to some serious meditation, trying to absorb as much energy as he can...to lessen his time asleep...*
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Posted: Tue Sep 08, 2009 5:49 pm
Suddenly she comes up with an idea. She wouldn't be able to do it on her own, but maybe with Kero's help it would work. If they animate the ship, much as she animates her little creations, the ship could help watch itself. It probably could not defend them all that well, but it could give warning and work in subtle ways to thwart attacks.
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Posted: Tue Sep 08, 2009 5:51 pm
*When she goes to tell Kero this, she finds him sitting on the floor of his room, the door slightly askew...he does not anser her calls, and his eyes are wide and staring...he seems dead*
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Posted: Tue Sep 08, 2009 6:02 pm
But she has seen him meditate before, so she climbs on his bunk and decides to wait him out, not realizing he has decided to stay that way for as long as he possibly can. After awhile, the warmth of the room begins to lull her to sleep and it isn't long before she dozes off herself.
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Posted: Tue Sep 08, 2009 6:04 pm
*Kero soon awakens, and puts Lyssan into her crib...it's not safe in his room...and he goes back to his meditation, leaving his door open a crack*
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Posted: Wed Sep 09, 2009 6:09 pm
Derrin took off from the rocky outcropping, a spear in hand. It was time for some fishing. The good fish was farther out at sea, so he let his wings carry him up. After about an hour of flying he began his descent from the clouds, only to hit a bird's nest of a ship. He lost his concentration and fell from the nest. He fell onto the flag and rolled down until he hit the deck, hard. The impact immediately knocked him out.
EDIT: This seemed to be the easiest one to wiggle me in, I'll probably show up in the other ones soon.
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Posted: Wed Sep 09, 2009 6:21 pm
Luna, hearing a thud up on deck, peeks into Kerobian's room, but the mage is still deep into his meditative trance. Feeling brave and fearless, she creeps up the stairs to see what might have happened. She knows she's not allowed to go on deck without an adult nearby, but no one is around and it might be important.
The tiny black dragon creeps to the door and peeks out, seeing a pile of feathers and flesh, a real to life winged man, a few feet from the wheelhouse. The sight is so unusual she sneaks out onto the deck to see if it is alive.
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Posted: Wed Sep 09, 2009 6:27 pm
Derrin struggles to get up, he uses the spear to help himself up. He gets up and notices something coming towards him, he is almost instantly ready to skewer whatever it is.
"Whose ship is this?" he asks the dragon, a sound of urgency in his voice.
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Posted: Wed Sep 09, 2009 6:31 pm
Since Luna is no bigger than a house cat, she gives the appearance of being harmless, which she isn't and quickly reveals. Breathing fire she jumps back several feet, warning him to put that pointed stick away.
He realizes almost instantly she doesn't speak the common tongue. Babbling at him in a language that is composed entirely of clicks and hisses she tilts her head to one side waiting for his answer.
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Posted: Wed Sep 09, 2009 6:36 pm
Derrin also jumped back when the creature spewed fire, his spear dropping to the deck.
"Would you know who I could talk to, it seems I can't fly anymore, and I'm pretty far out here. If you can understand me, you...Wyrm, is it?"
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Posted: Wed Sep 09, 2009 6:40 pm
She babbles at him some more and a few words become understandable. She is speaking of a dama and pwinz, who or whatever they are. Now that he no longer has the stick in his hands, the tiny dragon steps forward and cautiously sniffs at it. Then she looks at him and sees one of his wings is injured. All of a sudden she is all attentive, running forward and tugging on his leg urging him to go below.
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Posted: Wed Sep 09, 2009 6:42 pm
Derrin allows himself to be dragged around by the creature. He follows it down below, to wherever it wants to take him.
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Posted: Wed Sep 09, 2009 6:45 pm
She pushes him into a galley and flies to a cupboard, where she struggles to open it. Finally it pops free and she drags down a first aid kit that is almost as large as she is. She tumbles to the counter, still holding onto it.
With a draconic curse, she sits up and rubs her rump. "Owie!" she spits out the word with an angry hiss, then tries to push the kit in his direction.
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