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Post by Tiana, eh? on Oct 12, 2005 15:32:24 GMT -5
Eion made his choice, locating some people that he knew could help them. It didn't take long to find a source that could locate the one person he knew he could team up with... the opposite side.
Thus, the Dark Elf found himself off towards the headquarters of the evils, employing all arts of stealthfulness to enter unnoticed, and stalk towards the office of the one who had attacked them in the cantina. He knew it wouldn't take long before someone noticed his presense...
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Post by jimbo on Oct 12, 2005 16:58:32 GMT -5
A dark figure stalked into Tormé's office "My Name is Darth Xentus... I hear you're having Pirate problems."
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Post by Skye Muad'Dib on Oct 12, 2005 17:18:44 GMT -5
"I might be. Are you willing to help?" Another spot of movement caught her eye. "If you will excuse me for just a moment." Tormé stood and walked to the dorrway of her office. "Hey, you! I see you, come here." She thought she recognized him, and her eyes narrowed. It was a dark elf, who had been accompanying the pirates! Now, why would he be here...
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Post by Dûncariel is Dead. on Oct 12, 2005 20:05:17 GMT -5
"Dûn is officially afraid of ship bathrooms..."
The Sitha bounded out of said bathroom... head... whatever, and forgot completely that she had begun this RPG rather more dignified than she seemed to be now. Being mostly dead can do that sort of thing to a person. "WAIT!!!!!" SHE SHOUTED, AS LOUD AS SHE COULD, completely forgetting that the caps lock key was still in use, and jumped up on a box standing randomly in the middle of the deck. "WHAT'S TESSERING?!?!!"
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Post by Master Warious on Oct 13, 2005 8:56:59 GMT -5
But Warious didn't hear the Sitha's question as she reached for two ends of the fabric of space and pulled the two together forming a wrinkle in time and space.
Then as soon as it had begun the process was ended and the Jolly Roger was sailing on the Caribbean Ocean.
"Next stop Tortuga!" Warious cried cheerfully.
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Post by jimbo on Oct 13, 2005 16:34:38 GMT -5
Mean while back at Tormé's office, Xentus's attention was now turned to the Dark Elf that just appeared. Does he know any thing about her? Xentus thought. He unsheathed his Dark Master Saber and walked over to the Dark Elf and held his weapon to his face. "You wouldn't happen to know a certaint Fiance of Captin James Hook would you?"
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Post by Skye Muad'Dib on Oct 13, 2005 18:38:04 GMT -5
Tormé shot Xentus a frosty glare. "If you don't mind. This is my office, and I was adressing this being. You can wait until I'm done speaking with him." She turned back to the Dark Elf.
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Post by Tiana, eh? on Oct 13, 2005 18:43:03 GMT -5
Eion raised one eyebrow semi-gracefully and gave the Sith a blank look. "That probably isn't a good idea," he remarked, and turned over to the evil Mastermind behind it all, or so he at least assumed. "I wasn't exactly trying to hide, so your remark on 'I see you' was uncalled for. Do you have any wine?"
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Post by Skye Muad'Dib on Oct 13, 2005 18:47:51 GMT -5
"Perhaps. Please step into my office," she said, gesturing to the open door. Once inside, she opened a cabinet. "What is your preference? Red, white..."
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Post by Jandalf on Toast on Oct 14, 2005 5:14:34 GMT -5
After receiving his assistance, Farne wandered into the galley, satisfied with what he saw there. There was even a frying pan that was white with blue polka dots. He felt certain this would bring good luck.
Soup first? he wondered. Or salad? Or does everyone want a nice tea?
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Post by BEHIND YOU!!! on Oct 17, 2005 16:57:07 GMT -5
Suddenly a girl fell from the sky and landed on the pirate ship, proceeding to bowl over several barrels in the process. "Ouch," said Marien, and fell over, though it was probably a likely possibility that she hadn't landed on her feet anyway. She wasn't a cat. And elf types, though somewhat similar, weren't talented in the same ways.
"Ouch!" she repeated a bit more painfully, and clutched her throat in agony, falling to her knees.
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Post by Master Warious on Oct 18, 2005 9:22:24 GMT -5
Abner, being the gentleman *coughyeahrightcough* he was help the sky felled girl to her feet and removed the small piece of wood that stuck into her neck. "Who might to be fair maiden?" He asked.
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Post by Tiana, eh? on Oct 18, 2005 22:49:34 GMT -5
Eion raised an eyebrow. "No purple with orange and yellow polkadots? It's an Ewokian vintage... ah, well, red will do." His expression didn't twitch whatsoever upon saying such either.
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Post by jimbo on Oct 20, 2005 18:25:53 GMT -5
After shaking off that slight chill he got from Tormé, Xentus sheaths his dark Master Saber in its scabaed. "I apologize for my rude behaviour in your office Tormé. Accually, when you are done this person I'd like to discuss something with you, if thats alright."
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Post by Lady Maeggaladiel on Oct 21, 2005 12:27:39 GMT -5
Zen sat calmly on a rooftop, her legs swinging slowly back and forth as they hung over the side. Across the street was the sith's office, and from her perch Zen could watch the people inside through the window. She couldn't tell what the three people were saying, but that really didn't matter. They were occupied, and that was the point.
She yawned and turned her attention to the picnic lunch on her lap. A couple pieces of fruit that she had 'commandeered.' They were over-ripe, but they served their purpose. She set the uneaten portions aside and pulled a package out from behind her. It was wrapped in the same brown cloth of the cloak she was wearing. Tucking a strand of blue-black hair behind one pointed ear with one hand, she unwrapped the package with the other.
There was a bow and several arrows of different shapes and sizes inside, as well as a pair of small knives and half a dozen tiny bottles and packets. Time to go to work.
She stood and streched. Out of her pocket she drew a long cord, and with it she strung the bow. She stared musingly at the various arrows for a moment before choosing a large hooked one. Her foot hit one of the fruits and it fell, hitting a wookie that was walking below her.
"Rarggharar?!" It yelled, looking up.
"Eeep!" Zen pulled back so he couldn't see her. Darn it, darn it, Darn it!
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Post by Jandalf on Toast on Oct 21, 2005 15:51:13 GMT -5
Reebiebozulacca almost jumped in startlement when he heard his father roar, seemingly at nothing in particular, and the young Wookiee looked around for an explanation, then saw the apple lying on the sidewalk, looking rather pathetically smushed. He bent down and sniffed at it, having never seen such a mysterious fruit, and wondered if they fell out of the sky on a regular basis whenever a disembodied voice from above said "eeep".
[Who said "eeep"?] he questioned no one in particular; he wasn't expecting a response from his father, as the elder Wookiee looked a little dazed.
[Oh, no!] young Reebz suddenly realised aloud. [THE SKY IS FALLING!]
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Post by Master Warious on Oct 22, 2005 16:40:52 GMT -5
Captain Jack Sparrow looked at the clock in the Tavern for the hundredth time that day. "Capn'?" Mr. Gibbs spoke up.
Jack Sparrow looked to his first mate. "What?"
"When do ye sposse the Captain Hook will arrive?"
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Post by Skye Muad'Dib on Oct 24, 2005 23:08:05 GMT -5
Tormé took a bottle out and a glass, pouring some for the Dark Elf "That would be fine, Master Sith." Sitting down, she asked, "How can I help you, Mr.?" leaving the opportunity for him to provide his name.
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Post by Lady Maeggaladiel on Oct 25, 2005 11:40:26 GMT -5
"Uhm, sorry down there!" Zen called uncomfortably. It wasn't wise to be on bad terms with a wookie, especially if you liked your arms connected to your body. "My bad..." She hid the bow and looked over the roof, waving at the pair of wookies sheepishly. The peach she had been eating started to roll towards the edge, following the apple. Alarmed, she grabbed it before it disappeared. Yeah, that was all she needed.
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Post by BEHIND YOU!!! on Oct 26, 2005 0:48:53 GMT -5
"Ouch," Marien said cheerfully, "but you can call me Shadow, or Marien. At least, some people call me Marien. Marien Nilphar. Not a Skywalker or a Skyfeller, or whatever you were thinking..."
However, unfortunately for her, the piece of wood he had removed from her neck had been an essential plug that held her neck in place. She realized with a start she was draining, and quickly grabbed a cork to stick into the hole. "Have any bandaids?"
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