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silentdraconis Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Aug 01, 2007 4:55 pm
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Leil rolled her eyes. "You, nice job," She told the dancer. "Students back at the School never got so detailed. A+. And you with the sword, do move it. I'd hate for something to happen to you." Leil didn't care to fidget with the paralysis spell (though she did admire its crafting: another first rate casting). "Y'know... I thought his head was harder than that..." It sounded like an absent minded musing.
As for having never been seen before, that was entirely inaccurate. The dancer HAD seen this woman before. In fact, she'd seen her defend the pub against lightning, and catch lobster mages and sniper salmon berserkers for Danish in the Iron Chef Byako. She'd also seen her wish that everyone would fall asleep so she could get a decent nap. The 'stranger' was Leil: the lightning-eyed shapechanger with a hand for Weather, permanent fixture of the Pub, most commonly found sleeping (in her room or on the plushie floor: it didn't matter) or standing in the rain.
Leil did not seem the least bit perturbed by the people returning the favor of her assault. She was looking uneasily, if calmly, at the sword at her throat, very probably hoping it would be removed before 'something happened.'
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Posted: Wed Aug 01, 2007 5:06 pm
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Posted: Wed Aug 01, 2007 6:28 pm
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Posted: Thu Aug 02, 2007 5:23 am
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Posted: Thu Aug 02, 2007 4:52 pm
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Posted: Thu Aug 02, 2007 8:41 pm
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silentdraconis Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Aug 03, 2007 6:27 am
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Posted: Fri Aug 03, 2007 9:47 am
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silentdraconis Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Aug 03, 2007 1:19 pm
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Posted: Fri Aug 03, 2007 1:59 pm
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Posted: Fri Aug 03, 2007 3:45 pm
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Posted: Fri Aug 03, 2007 4:09 pm
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silentdraconis Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Aug 03, 2007 4:26 pm
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Posted: Fri Aug 03, 2007 5:33 pm
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silentdraconis Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Aug 03, 2007 5:35 pm
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Her muscles flexed, those strange eyes lit like lightning met his eyes, harboring no more of the fear or concern or calculation it might have held before. The jagged silver lines through her irises were less bright than before, but still uncommonly well lit in the darkness of her orbs. And were they moving? "No one invited you to touch me." She informed him, not angry or snide; calm, but in a... sad way. Relieved, but sad. "Did you think I was raising such a fuss about a sword that wasn't going to cut my head off without an explanation? I even told you I'm a student mage, trying not to kill anyone. I'm still trying. I'm always trying... but there's Nothing I Can Do when someone surprises me." The sad relief had drained slowly, leaving only a level stare. It went hand in glove with the level voice in which she inquired... "Will you kill me?"
"Do you understand why you'll kill me, if you say yes?"
She did not move beyond the flex of muscle as she took her own weight back upon herself. Her gaze did not falter, nor her voice waver.
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