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Post by The Seeker on Sept 19, 2005 12:35:44 GMT -5
The sprite whispered to Farne, "What's got up his pants?" She stuck out a tiny hand as her wings kept her aloft. "My name's Nyx by the way."
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Post by godric on Sept 20, 2005 18:30:11 GMT -5
((Sadly, My technology was not operating, else I would have been more involved.))
Godric waited patiently until the room had quieted, before addressing the Hessian. "My apologies, sir. I misinterpreted your actions. Had our positions been reversed, I would have done the same."
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Post by daughterofdarkness on Sept 20, 2005 21:22:56 GMT -5
He stood on the street, but it was not the streets that he knew. For some reason though he could not conjure up images of the world that he came from. It was strange this death. The pain had been short but unbearable for the moment it had lasted. The fall had been unexpected but it was over before it began. He began to walk down the street through the crowds of people. Most either ignored him or stared after him as if they had never seen a Zebrek before. He shook his head and continued to walk. Perhaps he could find someone who would direct him to a shelter.
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Post by Skye Muad'Dib on Sept 21, 2005 15:49:46 GMT -5
((Well, someone has to play the bad guy...)) Walking through the streets of Mon Calamari, Commander Elyssa Tormé strode towards the tavern where the pirates were allegedly seen a few moments ago. She was lucky enough that she and her team found them to be right outside of the said tavern. "Halt!" Tormé shouted at them, while she picked up her pace.
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Post by Jandalf on Toast on Sept 21, 2005 16:13:38 GMT -5
Completely missing the order of the approaching commander, Farne uncertainly took Nyx's hand and gave it a slight shake, thinking he'd never before shaken a hand quite this small. "Nice to meet you. I don't know what got up his pants. Maybe something really small with sharp teeth, like a shrunken Barabel or something." He paused. "Do you like Belgian waffles?"
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Post by The Seeker on Sept 21, 2005 16:44:05 GMT -5
"I don't know, I've never tried them. Why?" Nyx asked, glancing a bit nervously over at the angry lady headed their way.
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Post by Absolon on Sept 21, 2005 19:12:49 GMT -5
Keeping close to Dun, Áralyn looked at the law enforcement commander. This doesn't bode well, she thought and said so aloud.
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Post by Dûncariel is Dead. on Sept 21, 2005 21:38:18 GMT -5
Dûn spun around, almost bumping into the other Sitha woman on her way, and only managing to keep her feet by the will of some Higher Power. "Halt?" She put one hand on her hip. "We weren't exactly moving, Ma'am. Makes it difficult to do any halting." Aside she said, in a hushed voice. "Shouldn't really be a problem. Most officer people just have a power complex. Throw a lot of words around."
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Post by Skye Muad'Dib on Sept 22, 2005 16:59:29 GMT -5
Tormé bristled at the Sitha's comment. "When I said 'Halt' I meant that you shouldn't move away." She addressed the whole group as her men surrounded them. "You all are under arrest for piracy and whatever else we can dig up on you."
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Post by Absolon on Sept 22, 2005 18:37:44 GMT -5
Áralyn raised a hand. "Excuse me, but to my knowledge, none of those present have engaged in piracy. Do you have a warrant?" She frowned, she didn't care for the situation, and since certain circumstances made her magic unusable, she would fight her way out of this situation. Unfortunately, she had left her quaterstaff in her hotel room.
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Post by Skye Muad'Dib on Sept 23, 2005 11:23:43 GMT -5
Tormé arched an eyebrow. "Of course I have a warrant, Sitha. Everyone put your hands in the air,"she instructed.
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Post by daughterofdarkness on Sept 26, 2005 17:19:25 GMT -5
He strode quietly up behind the woman who seemed to be in charge. "Trouble M'Lady?" His voice was soft and unassuming as he asessed the situation. Perhaps she needed his help, though how he could assist her he did not know. He arranged his black robes around his body, more comfortably.
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Post by Dûncariel is Dead. on Sept 26, 2005 18:57:59 GMT -5
Dûn snrked, which sounds pretty odd when verbalised, and put one of her hands on top of her head, wishing fervently that nothing bad would happen. Since odd things tend to happen when Wind Elementalists put their arms up in the air. Luckily, no one disappeared, and nothing blew up. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that her other hand was still holding her staff...
She blew a lock of hair out of her eyes, pretty unsuccessfully, and spoke in a tight voice. "If you wouldn't mind, I'd like to see your charges. I may not be human, but I've still got rights." Her golden eyes narrowed a little bit, and she shuffled one foot on the ground nervously.
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Post by Jandalf on Toast on Sept 27, 2005 23:52:59 GMT -5
Farne raised his hands anxiously. "But I can't be arrested. I'm just a chef. Besides, Nyx hasn't tried my Belgian waffles yet." He hesitated, then asked the officer without giving a thought to the idea of attempted bribery, "Do you like waffles?"
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Post by Skye Muad'Dib on Sept 28, 2005 9:47:13 GMT -5
Tormé flashed the cook a furious look. "No. I don't like waffles." She took out a a datapad and flashed it in front of the Sitha's face. "These are the charges: Piracy and consorting with pirates." Tormé clamped stun cuffs on her and motioned for her subordinates to do the same. She took out another pair and put them on the chef.
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Post by Tiana, eh? on Oct 6, 2005 2:24:40 GMT -5
Talnaver stood up from her self induced coma, walked over to the new, and seemingly evil person, and accidently tripped over her, knocking them all over in a wizard-induced heap. "Hi," she said cheerfully. "I'm the local Quest-setter-upper. Would you like the beginners package to start with, or are you willing to risk the evil quest of utter and complete terror? Each sold seperately, of course... would you like fries with that/"
And then passed out again, while wondering why she was thinking about braaaaaaaaains.
Eion walked over and picked her up, proping her on a stool, and helped the evils upright.
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Post by Master Warious on Oct 6, 2005 12:03:42 GMT -5
Warious' long hair stood on end as Dark violet and black force lightning crackeld in the air. Hook and Abner ducked as the law enforcers looked on warrily. Warious began chanting in a low harsh tone that sounded as if many sith were chanting with her. Hook shook his head and though. "Not again."
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Post by Skye Muad'Dib on Oct 6, 2005 14:18:51 GMT -5
In response, Tormé didn't even try to tell the sith to stop, but began weaving a shield around the immediate vicinity, so that innocent civilians would not be in the way. "If you continue, I will be forced to take aggresive action, Sith."
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Post by Absolon on Oct 6, 2005 16:59:52 GMT -5
Squatting down, Áralyn whispered to Dun, "I take it this is a time to duck."
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Post by Tiana, eh? on Oct 6, 2005 17:56:31 GMT -5
Talnaver fell off of the stool, and into a bucket of flour, sending white musk flying everywhere. And still somehow remained unconscious.
Eion drew his lightsaber. "Everyone stay calm," he slurred, "we are taking over the plot."
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