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 Posted: Sat May 05, 2007 12:25 pm
A palatial hall, filled from wall to wall with glistening, polished mirrors. The floors are paved with white marble and the windows decked in silk curtains.
The Great Meeting Hall is the site of the Interacial....um...Races meeting between all humans, elves and youkai to discuss the ominous future of the Divine Islands.
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Posted: Sat May 05, 2007 12:38 pm
"DAMN! Cheery place," exclaimed Puck as he entered the hall. He surveyed the scene: there were countless officials from across the islands, and they all appeared as though they were attending a funeral.
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Posted: Sat May 05, 2007 12:51 pm
"Shut up Puck," Amalthea said angirly, feeling as though she stuck out terribly in the crowd. She'd just been elected the new Patrician of the Elven Islands, and this was her first annual meeting. Her stupid cousin wasn't making it any better.
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Posted: Sat May 05, 2007 12:53 pm
"Aw, c'mon, Al," answered Puck. "I've been to a gazillion and one of these things, and they're all the same: you get there, pretend you know something, pretend your island has more problems than the other islands so you get money, you steal some food, you leave. Easy."
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Posted: Mon May 21, 2007 2:51 am
"Steal some food?" A voice repeated. "I suppose that's a good reason to come to these meetings, amongst other things."
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Posted: Mon May 21, 2007 8:58 am
Meteor Methusela "Steal some food?" A voice repeated. "I suppose that's a good reason to come to these meetings, amongst other things." Puck paused, midway in the act of stuffing his shirt with salami. "'Ello, who are oo?" His voice was somewhat distorted, as his mouth, much like his pockets/shirt, was full of pilfered food.
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Posted: Mon May 21, 2007 9:04 am
The girl sniffs. "Yeah, that's subtle. Whadaya gonna say? 'My cologne is that new stuffed pig intestine smell'?"
There was a pause... a long one...
"Oh." She said, frowning. "My name. Right. Uh. You see...I can't tell ya."
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Posted: Mon May 21, 2007 9:05 am
"Enough; less about you, more 'bout me. I'M Puck, and I work for that stuffy looking elf girl over there."
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Posted: Mon May 21, 2007 9:06 am
The girl looks at the "stuffy elf". "I see." she said, flipping her hair over her shoulder. "I don't work for anyone."
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Posted: Mon May 21, 2007 9:07 am
"Ah, self-employed? You got your own cubicle 'n everything I'll bet? Lil' name cards and stuff? Awesome." He threw a venemous gaze at Amalthea.
"SHE won't let me have business cards. 'Tacky', she calls 'em."
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Posted: Mon May 21, 2007 9:09 am
The girl smiled. "If it means anything, I don't think they're tacky. But I have no need for them. My name is known well enough that I don't need a card." :nod:
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Posted: Mon May 21, 2007 9:10 am
"Hmmm...." Puck stopped a moment.
"Is it...Rumpelstilskin, perchance?" dramallama ((My emoticons beat your emoticons's a**))
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Posted: Mon May 21, 2007 9:14 am
The girl frowned. "Ummmm....no. But you get 3 points for trying. I suppose you want to know my name..." She puts her hands on her hips. "Am I right?" domokun ((my emoticon EATS your emoticon's a**...ew.))
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Posted: Mon May 21, 2007 9:15 am
"No. But YOU get 2.23 points for trying!"
Puck looked at her.
"Ah, Hel. Why not?"
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Posted: Mon May 21, 2007 9:17 am
The girl took off the hat from her head and swept down into a bow. ((no, not a curtsey, a bow. only losers curtsey)). "Captain Saelean, at your service." pirate ((yaaaaaaaaaaaar!))
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