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 Posted: Sun Aug 30, 2009 9:39 am
She cocks her head and looks at him with curiosity. "Whas dat?" she asks, finding a pickle and pulling it forth, devouring it with relish.
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Posted: Sun Aug 30, 2009 9:52 am
*Kero looks at her*
Electrum...liquid electrum...a payment of a debt owed to me....and now I relish the taste of that payment...
*Takes another spoonfull*
Mmmmmhm....
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Posted: Sun Aug 30, 2009 10:40 am
"Licktum" she says trying to wrap her tongue around the word and failing badly. "S'good... wike peckles?"
She claims another pickle and smiles wickedly. "My peckle..." she announces to the room.
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Posted: Sun Aug 30, 2009 10:55 am
*Kero smiles*
Very good...just like pickles...although I prefer this to pickles...much tastier...although you won't like it...
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Posted: Sun Aug 30, 2009 11:08 am
She's already figured that much out as it doesn't even smell like food to her. She plows her way through about half of the sandwich, probably eating far more than she should, then with a huge yawn and a very extended tummy, she curls up and drops off. Asleep so quickly, it almost seems as if she's been hit by a spell.
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Posted: Sun Aug 30, 2009 11:10 am
*Kero picks her up and tucks her into her crib...wondering who, and when, she will wake up*
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Posted: Sun Aug 30, 2009 11:16 am
**don't we both... that is the perpetual question.... who am I today... I'me beginning to feel a bit fragmented...**
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Posted: Sun Aug 30, 2009 1:30 pm
**Roll a die...odd, yer Luna...even, yer Ly...***
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Posted: Sun Aug 30, 2009 1:32 pm
Kerobian **Roll a die...odd, yer Luna...even, yer Ly...*** **maybe I'll split even further if it lands on it's side... rofl actually I'm heading out in about fifteen minutes... got a clean up party on the fair grounds to attend.**
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Posted: Sun Aug 30, 2009 1:35 pm
I'm building a futon...so I guess we'll see each other later, eh?
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Posted: Sun Aug 30, 2009 1:38 pm
**Sounds good to me... a futon, huh... extra sleeping areas for guests? Or just a comphy place to stretch and read?
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Posted: Sun Aug 30, 2009 1:49 pm
Both, actually....since I really don't want to double kip in a lofted bed...and both my roommate and I refuse to bunk our beds, despite the amount of space it would bring...
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Posted: Mon Aug 31, 2009 7:06 am
Lyssan wakes up and studies the crib with disgust. Squinching up her eyes, she concentrates hard, but all she's managed to do is change it's color to a nice dark cherry-wood color. Flying up out of the bed, she goes to her shrine and edges it open, hoping to find someone home. But no one is in her secret glade. Feeling a bit depressed and wondering if everyone has gotten a little too comfortable with her alter ego and doesn't see the urgency of returning her to normal, she flies to the galley hoping to find Kerobian.
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Posted: Mon Aug 31, 2009 10:37 am
*He had already sensed her distress, and he holds up a hand*
No matter how the wind howls, the mountain cannot bow to it...trust in the patience and plans of the Void, Lyssan...I would have turned you back to normal long ago, if I could...but we still have a fortnight before we reach the lighthouse of Fire...there, when it is destroyed, the energy released will allow me to harness it and change you back...something about those lighthouses suits them better for this magic...it even defeats draconic natural magic...trust me, Lyssan...you'll be back to normal...at least in yer head...in less than two weeks...
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Posted: Mon Aug 31, 2009 11:32 am
"But you are enjoying this... aren't you?" She accuses with a sigh. "I suppose I shouldn't complain. Better you like my alter ego than you dread even looking at it's face. And I do have to admit a fondness for Luceil... even if he often goes out of his way to drive me to distraction."
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