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Posted: Mon May 18, 2009 4:41 pm
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Posted: Mon May 18, 2009 4:44 pm
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UkyoKuonji2004 Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon May 18, 2009 4:57 pm
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Posted: Mon May 18, 2009 4:59 pm
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UkyoKuonji2004 Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon May 18, 2009 5:01 pm
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Posted: Mon May 18, 2009 5:26 pm
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Posted: Mon May 18, 2009 5:31 pm
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Posted: Mon May 18, 2009 5:41 pm
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UkyoKuonji2004 Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon May 18, 2009 5:54 pm
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Posted: Mon May 18, 2009 5:58 pm
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UkyoKuonji2004 Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon May 18, 2009 5:58 pm
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Posted: Mon May 18, 2009 6:12 pm
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UkyoKuonji2004 Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon May 18, 2009 6:15 pm
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Posted: Mon May 18, 2009 7:21 pm
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PSIP s a d a s - P s i SPACESPACESPACE[ t h e m u s i c i a n ]PSASDASXDELILAGUITARLOVE<3333333
SPACESPACEL i v i n g - e a s y , - l i v i n g - f r e e .
SPACESPACESPACESPACES e a s o n - t i c k e t - o n - a - o n e - w a y - r i d e . SPACESPACESPACE<33300000000000000000000000000000000000
{{Enter from Deralo Field}}
Psadas looked around quietly as he and Desmona entered the academy after their most recent mission. The muscian's usual smile was gone and he seemed slightly aggitated, which beyond unusual for the happy-go-lucky Psadas. There was just something about this place that made him quite uncomfortable. There was a quiet that he couldn't understand that that made him uncomfortable. Not that the academy was quiet, per say. There was the ambient noise of machines opperating and scientist conducting experiments. But what Psadas wasn't hearing was the music that usually sounded throughout the building. The music in the hearts of the people.
The music in the place had slowly been dying since the incident three months ago when one of the experiments had attacked. And yet at the same time, everything seemed to continue operating normally. That was what really bothered Psadas. People were walking around, talking, telling jokes, performing experiments, and laughing, but there was no music in their hearts. Something just felt wrong about the whole thing, but there wasn't much Psadas could do about it except continue avoiding the place, as he had been. "Where do we go to debreif again?" Psadas said with a glance back at Desmona, his rather absent-minded nature showing again. After two years of working there, you would think that Psadas would be able to find his way around and know who to talk to, but he didn't. Only the important people, like the head of the academy. So he let Desmona and Desdemona worry about things like that, which was why he asked her.
((Sheena, is Lina going to do anything, lol?))
SPACESPACESPACE<33300000000000000000000000000000000000
SPACESPACESPACESPACEA s k i n g - n o t h i n g , - l e a v e - m e - b e .
SPACESPACE T a k i n g - e v e r y t h i n g - i n - m y - s t r i d e .
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Durithill the Black Blade
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Posted: Mon May 18, 2009 7:45 pm
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(OH? Where are they again!? I forgot! sweatdrop )
Spira nodded, lifting a hand as her body went through another growth spurt, her chest bulging out a little more as she grew taller, her body getting just a bit bigger. She raised a hand, and repeated the sword stroke, the gash widening, almost cutting through the table. Small forms, like black worms with evil toothy grins and red eyes wormed out of the gash, not leaving the black area. Instead, they began to eat slowly at it, giggling and mumering until a gnarled pattern of bitemarks split the gash through the table, the worms fading from veiw. "Yes."
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