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Post by Tempest on Aug 25, 2013 7:10:39 GMT -8
Allyssa nodded in understanding, and climbed onto Tempest. She flew off.
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Post by Vim on Aug 25, 2013 7:12:19 GMT -8
"She's not very talkative." Vim muttered to Boethiah as he followed.
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Post by Boethiah on Aug 25, 2013 7:33:02 GMT -8
She listened to the conversation and nodded in agreement. "Wonder if something happened between her and Metal yesterday. And she kind of has been pretty distant since the battle at school."
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Post by Tempest on Aug 25, 2013 7:34:18 GMT -8
Allyssa started by looking around in the caves. Nothing.
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Post by Skips on Aug 25, 2013 7:38:27 GMT -8
((Hey guys! I'm sorta back I guess XD I have access to my computer now. But I don't really have/know of/feel confident in writing anything for my character to do so I'll just let her do nothing for a while whilst you guys roleplay or whatever >u< Wish I was online before cause then it wouldn't seem like she went silent for no reason in the middle of talking with Allyssa but oh well -.-))
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Post by Tempest on Aug 25, 2013 7:50:28 GMT -8
(Sorry about that ^^' but Allyssa left Skips' house.)
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Post by Skips on Aug 25, 2013 7:52:59 GMT -8
(Sorry about that ^^' but Allyssa left Skips' house.) ((No no, not your fault, don't worry about it! And yeah, I know c;)) |
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Post by Vim on Aug 25, 2013 7:57:47 GMT -8
Vim looked around. "Great. He's gone again." He sighed loudly. "Any ideas?"
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Post by oldrockgod on Aug 25, 2013 8:07:08 GMT -8
Metal finished off the last arrow and strung it on the bow slowly taking care not to strain his arm, to no avail, as the fletch of the arrow reached the side of his face searing pain raced through his arm and he dropped the bow on the floor. Metal sat there cradling his arm and cursing loudly
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Post by Boethiah on Aug 25, 2013 8:14:05 GMT -8
She shrugged. She didn't have any. "We could check the woods if Allyssa's checking the shore. If anything, he's somewhere out of sight."
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Post by Vim on Aug 25, 2013 8:27:53 GMT -8
Vim's sensitive ears twitched. "Hear that?" He asked, "sounds like cursing."
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Post by Boethiah on Aug 25, 2013 8:48:44 GMT -8
She stayed silent to try to hear. Ignoring the breeze that rustled trees and brush, she did hear a faint shouting in the distance. "We should check it out. See if someone's hurt."
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Post by oldrockgod on Aug 25, 2013 8:51:56 GMT -8
metal cursed loudly "HOLY MOTHER OF THOR MY ARM AAAAAAAAARG"
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Post by Boethiah on Aug 25, 2013 9:00:09 GMT -8
That definitely registered and she hopped onto Zirth, taking off towards the woods with Vim, flying around to see who it was and hoped they weren't dying. The voice seemed familiar, so she just hoped it wasn't someone she knew.
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Post by Vim on Aug 25, 2013 9:04:12 GMT -8
Vim followed Boethiah closely.
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