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 Posted: Thu Mar 25, 2010 8:25 am
Em chuckles. "Thanks, I think... it sure feels good... I'd reciprocate but I'd do some serious damage." he states waggling his fingers in the air, their long sharp claws quite prominent on the ends of their tips.
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Posted: Thu Mar 25, 2010 10:30 am
*Kero smiles*
Trained as a masseuse for a couple hundred thousand years.
**Actually, I'm not half bad at massage myself...a knowledge of Martial Arts lends itself to such**
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Posted: Thu Mar 25, 2010 10:42 am
Em closes his eyes and relaxes for perhaps the first time that morning, slowly dozing off until....
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Posted: Thu Mar 25, 2010 12:20 pm
*Kero smiles as Em starts to snore, putting a dab of makeup on him and setting up a mirror, then curling up nearby, waiting for the reaction*
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Posted: Thu Mar 25, 2010 12:49 pm
About an hour later, he is awakened by a rumbling roar. "Lucy... you are so dead...."
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Posted: Thu Mar 25, 2010 3:43 pm
*Suddenly there are ten of Kero, and each one has burrowed under the hoard*
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Posted: Thu Mar 25, 2010 4:56 pm
"Either ye show yer face or I'm going to start jumping up and down on ye while yer under there." hisses a very perturbed dragon. "And ye can play pancake, seeing as yer so fond of role playing... but a make up artist yer not... ye smeared my lipstick."
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Posted: Thu Mar 25, 2010 11:24 pm
*The makeup and mirror disappear from his face, and a banner reading Truce? appears instead*
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Posted: Fri Mar 26, 2010 5:20 am
"Only iffin ye come out here and face me like a dragon... ask me to my face, damn it... don't play coward!" grumbles Emnast testily.
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Posted: Fri Mar 26, 2010 8:59 am
*Kero crawls out, merging his ten pieces*
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Posted: Fri Mar 26, 2010 9:34 am
Emnast glares at him. "Couldn't ye have at least got the coloring right... red on a white face! Heaven above... I looked like a clown..." he grumbles shaking his head.
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Posted: Fri Mar 26, 2010 9:50 am
*Kero smiles*
That was the general idea, big brother. We were clowning around for a bit, after all.
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Posted: Fri Mar 26, 2010 11:12 am
Em snorts his amusement at him, his breath warm and moist, smelling faintly of ozone. "Ye hungry?" he asks getting up and stretching.
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Posted: Fri Mar 26, 2010 2:10 pm
*Kero's looks indicates to him that, while there is no such thing as a stupid question, that came close. Kero was a Voidmage....he was always hungry*
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Posted: Fri Mar 26, 2010 3:52 pm
Em chuckles and leads the way into the kitchen, which surprises the heck out of the mage. Built to dragon size, it is as modern as they come. Emnast points to a more human sized table and begins to whip up a lunch for them both, coming back with sandwiches so large, it makes Kero grin.
"Now that's what I would call a meatball sub... Where do you get the bread?"
"Bake it myself. I bake twice a week, a batch for me and a smaller batch for down the hill." says Emnast proudly.
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