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Posted: Sat Dec 17, 2005 1:42 pm
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Posted: Sat Dec 17, 2005 1:50 pm
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Posted: Sat Dec 17, 2005 2:02 pm
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Posted: Sat Dec 17, 2005 2:05 pm
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Posted: Sat Dec 17, 2005 2:06 pm
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Posted: Sat Dec 17, 2005 2:25 pm
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Posted: Sat Dec 17, 2005 2:28 pm
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Posted: Sat Dec 17, 2005 2:32 pm
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Just as the phrase "I'm sorry joy..." was uttered, a large explosion errupted from the northern most side of the courtyard, a great piar of flame billowing forth after it. The flames shot high up into the crisp clean air, and rideing them was a back clothed figure.
The figure rode the flames like a surfer rides the waves, propeling him high into the air, then the fames died away and al that was eft was the sme of bood and brimstone, some chared earth, and a dark figure dropping very quicky towards the ground.
The figure it the ground in a roll, skipped along the ground for about 10 feet, then skidded to a hault and back-flipped into a standing position, his left hand resting on his sword hild and his right hand holding open a small, leather bound book. He diden't even seem botherd by his faming accent and speedy decent, nor did he look concearned about the fryed deamon bits faling around him.
Turning to face the two neko's he spoke in his normal seductive, airy tone.
"So...Hows the weather around here?"
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Posted: Sat Dec 17, 2005 2:34 pm
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Posted: Sat Dec 17, 2005 2:46 pm
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((very much so!!))
Joy titled her head,her eyes still dead,her mouth making the small shape of an 'o'. About to say something intill the explosion happened,the sudden rush of air blew back her long silky green hair,catching the moolight to make it look like a stream of silver.
Snapped out of her dreamlike state Joy squinted to see who it was that had created such a large,silly,entrance. Joy gasped for the fourth time today,she knew this man,only meeting him for a very brief time. Joy licked her finger and held it up to the wind. "The weather is -1 celiuse,without windsheild,clear skys and 83% of snow." Saying it in an almost robotic way,though it still held an chidlish,adorable,innocent, air to it.
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Posted: Sat Dec 17, 2005 2:50 pm
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Posted: Sat Dec 17, 2005 2:54 pm
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Posted: Sat Dec 17, 2005 3:01 pm
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