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| Another Day; Chapter One | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Jun 11 2004, 12:07 PM (8,087 Views) | |
| Nathaniel Havok | Sep 2 2004, 01:12 PM Post #751 |
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OOC: Am posting in the wrong account. Bite me. ----------------------------------- Ebona looked down at the bottle, with slight contempt. "I suppose," he said, with a sniff. "But I can't put him back to rights in that botttle, he won't fit! We're going to have to find somewhere else to put him." |
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| Ekki Thormpe | Sep 3 2004, 10:10 AM Post #752 |
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'I don't care whether I'm on the floor, just get me back to norma!' Ekki pleaded to Illi. |
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| Illian Silvra | Sep 3 2004, 12:02 PM Post #753 |
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Illi shrugged promptly tipping the contents of the bottle onto the floor, before letting the bit in the small whirly wind drop she said Make sure your clothes are on properly when he changes you back, and try on to have any weapons protruding from bodily parts, I defineatly would not be able to fix it and then let the water drop to the floor. She leaned against the wall, looking at the pudldle tiredly. |
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| Ekki Thormpe | Sep 3 2004, 12:26 PM Post #754 |
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Good thing I don't carry weapons... Ekki grimaced mentally. I could easily make a lewd comment here, but I don't want a cloak growing out of my head. So I'll leave it to your imagination. Gee, thanks... Grey huffed, before concentrating on getting his clothing in the right locations. |
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| Nathaniel Havok | Sep 4 2004, 11:34 AM Post #755 |
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"Ready?" Ebona asked sweetly, not really caring. Rubbing his hands over his wings, he leant over the puddle and sprinkled the dust over "Ekki" or "Puddle", which was more apt. The trick here was to think of exactly what you wanted the person or obect to become. Ebona forced himself not to think of something nasty. Slowly Ekki turned back. |
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| Ekki Thormpe | Sep 4 2004, 11:41 AM Post #756 |
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ooc: Ne, Milne. Is Zakeb still there? Ekki was suddenly back to normal, standing in the bar. I look normal enough... he thought after a quick inspection. Somehow, he'd managed to get a shoe hanging off of his ear by the laces, though he'd chalked it up to Black being a bastid again. He offered a small, apologetic smile to Ebona. 'Thanks, 'n sorry about Bl- erm... My behaviour earlier.' Ekki then turned to Illi, fussing over her and insisting that she looked pale. |
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| Illian Silvra | Sep 5 2004, 05:00 AM Post #757 |
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OOC:*is currently disturbed by what's in the bottom of her dirty milo cup* "My, my how attractive," Illi laughed at Ekki, the shoe dangling forlornly off his ear, "Yer kinda lucky that worked, my magics gone 'aywire an' ye'd 'ave 'ad stayed in thet bottle fer a good while," she grinned, indeed looking pale, and feeling considerably worse than she looked. "Thanks," she said sincerely to Ebona. Ekki started fussing over her, much to her distaste, "What do yer expect after me emptying," she paused to check her reserves "Practically all my magic into ye," she slurred slightly, she was still sitting on the ground, and had a headache, similar to and icecream one, but it wasn't going away. She sighed somewhat pathetically. Zakeb, the one for studying out of textbooks, merely made an obscure squeaking noise. |
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| Ekki Thormpe | Sep 5 2004, 06:20 AM Post #758 |
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'Well, how about I help with the side affects. You're bound to be hurting somewhere,' Ekki's voice becoming more child-like whilst his cloak changed once more to white. Before Illian could protest, he gathered a ball of light-like magic in his hand before pressing it to Illi's forehead. Finished, he huffed exasperatedly, and turned to Zakeb. whom had been squeeking earlier. 'Hallo!' Ekki smiled brightly, 'You okay. You're making funny sounds.' |
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| Illian Silvra | Sep 5 2004, 07:41 AM Post #759 |
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Illi untensed as her headache was eased to a dull throb. No amount of magic could get rid of it completely, unless the magic was hers. She pushed herself up against the wall, her knees shaking slightly, she panted slightly, she quite suddenly felt dizzy and her vision swayed "Mebbe I should sit," she slurred slightly, sliding back down the wall, she nearly blacked out, but managed to focus enough not to. Zakeb stood up, more confident, brushed himself down "I'm perfectly fine," he paused, looking at the two who were in a fix earlier "You two ok though?". |
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| Ekki Thormpe | Sep 5 2004, 07:48 AM Post #760 |
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'I'm good!' Ekki exclaimed, hands gesticulating wildly, then sobering, 'But I'm not so sure about Illi. She probably needs lots of sleep.' He tapered off staring at Illian sadly. |
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| Illian Silvra | Sep 5 2004, 07:57 AM Post #761 |
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Zakeb looked at Ekki, horrified at the soppiness of the white cloak "I think I understand you now, there's another two of you in there isn't there?" he said tapping white on the forehead. "I assume it came around due to your volatile elements being in one vessel, probably some traumatic event didn't help either," he assumed. Illi, while Ekki was distracted, somehow managed to drag herself outside. She leaned over the horse watertrough which was outside the bar. She had enough magic and stamina left to scoop up and purify a few handfulls of water, which she drank. Once absorbed and processed properly, it would probably replenish enough of her magic, so she'd be able to function, but hopefully not enough to do anything quite like what happened in the bar. She'd have to figure out what she'd done to her control, see what she could do to aid the speed of it's return. Her vision swayed before her, and she passed out into a deep sleep, leaning against the trought in the sunshine. |
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| Ekki Thormpe | Sep 5 2004, 08:06 AM Post #762 |
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White tried to look at his forehead, going cross-eyed in the process before replying. 'Ahuh. It's uh...' Multiple Personality Disorder '..Grey said it's Multiple Personality Disorder,' Ekki finished, looking proud of himself. By chance, he spotted Illi through the doorway, slumped against the water trough. 'Illi's asleep,' he told Zakeb, his voice becoming once more the maturer and slightly deeper tones as his cloak turned grey. 'Think we should more her inside?' |
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| Illian Silvra | Sep 5 2004, 08:13 AM Post #763 |
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"Figured as much," Zakeb strode outside, he deftly kicked off his shoes, and stood there a moment, he rummaged through his rucksack. Finally he found what he was looking for, a small seed. He held the seed in his hand a moment and it germinated. He placed it on the ground next to Illi. Weaving a few simple runes the plant started growing, it wrapped it's self supportively arouund Illi and grew into the Tavern, setting her down. It quickly shriveled up, and Zakeb collected the seed, and quickly slipped back into his shoes. He went back into the tavern, his hair pale green "That better?" he asked the LightDark mage. |
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| Ekki Thormpe | Sep 5 2004, 08:18 AM Post #764 |
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Ekki set about placing Illian in a more comfortable position before turning to Zakeb. 'I really got to give you more credit. You figured it out pretty quickly, about my disorder I mean,' he mumbled, slightly embarrassed. 'Most of my life seems to be one big traumatic event,' he added, a slightly sardonic smile on his face. 'What about you?' |
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| Illian Silvra | Sep 5 2004, 08:29 AM Post #765 |
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"I am little more than a well versed and practised Earth Mage and Herbalist, I also, uh sell 'herbs'" He grinned mischieviously(who cares how it's spelt). "Although you, my dear friend, sound a whole lot more interesting," he grinned again, as smooth and as fluent as ever. |
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