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 Posted: Sat Apr 19, 2008 9:35 pm
The place where the homeless and the visitors start.
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Kyo Kusanagi, face down on the pavement woke up with a splitting headache. He shook his head and said aloud, "Where am I?"
Looking at the boat that was shattered into a million pieces of wood, Kyo finds a wriggling fish, a shark to be precise. "Well, at least my second question was answered."
Cooking the fish with his mystical power, he then began eating it.
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Posted: Tue Apr 22, 2008 9:37 am
Kai Summers comes down the path and saw a man eating a fish. Looking at his calendar watch, he saw that it wasn't the cooking festival and assumed that the man in front of him was a farmer. He said, "Hi, my name's Kai, what's your name?"
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Posted: Tue Apr 22, 2008 9:42 am
"My name is...Kyo Kusanagi. I don't know exactly what happened, but I do know that I have been shipwrecked my son was... OMG where's my son? IORI!!!!!!" Tears came to is eyes thinking he had lost his son forever.
But Iori had heard his daddy's voice. He was at the fish market, but the fish market wasn't that far from the square. Fairly soon Iori saw his dad and with his head tilted asked, "Daddy?"
Kyo wrapped his arms around his son and said, "Thank goodness you're okay. Do you know what town we're in?"
Iori answered, "Blue Bell."
Kyo nodded and said, "Sorry about the earlier panic attack, Kai. So, you lost too?"
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Posted: Tue Apr 22, 2008 9:43 am
"Oh no, I'm not lost, Kyo. So, I take it this is your son Iori. Hi."
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Posted: Tue Apr 22, 2008 9:44 am
Iori smiled and said, "Hi! Oh, um... Kai... how come the fish market isn't open yet? I caught a bunch of fish before we were shipwrecked and I wanted to sell these."
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Posted: Tue Apr 22, 2008 9:46 am
Looking at his calendar watch again, Kai replied, "That's because it isn't Wednesday. But, let me see how many fish you caught."
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Posted: Tue Apr 22, 2008 9:47 am
Grabbing his rucksack, Iori dumped about 1500 fish onto the pavement. "This is what I caught."
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Posted: Tue Apr 22, 2008 9:49 am
Letting out a low whistle, Kai said, "That's a lot of fish."
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Posted: Tue Apr 22, 2008 10:01 am
Meanwhile Ann was in a panic and had called her friend Jack Moon to see if he knew where Kyo went.
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Posted: Tue Apr 22, 2008 12:45 pm
Jack Moon "Kyo went to the Inn in search of chocolates, strange I know"
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Posted: Mon Sep 08, 2008 4:26 pm
Arriving in the town center, Radel walked straight to the notice board and tacked up a sign:
Want a magical remedy to all your problems? Then come visit me at The Blue Spell.... It's located just north of town off the dirt road, just follow the signs. For more information, or a complete list of products and services, drop by my shop.
"There... maybe I'll get at least some customers now... oh well, not much else to do here... I might as well go back home and see if anyone comes." Radel started walking back slowly, looking around at the town, and noticing some new buildings. "I should come out here more often... I didn't even know that they built more places. Last time I came was... over a month ago...."
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Posted: Mon Dec 15, 2008 9:41 am
Meanwhile, at the inn, Kyo had reserved a room for him, Iori and Ann to sleep in.
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Posted: Sat Aug 27, 2011 4:35 pm
 Angelo Seagard"Hmm...How inspiring. A perfect subject for my next project..." Angelo sighed contentedly as he sketched a lovely, detailed picture of the inn. As one of the only artist's in Blue Bell village, he was often commissioned to do various portraits, paintings, and sculptures by the townsfolk, but lately, he felt as if his business was slowing down a bit.
As he neared finishing his sketch, Angelo stood up, brushing off his clothing before heading into the inn. Maybe I'll find more interesting subjects inside... he thought as he opened the door and stepped inside.
{Exit to the Inn}
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