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Posted: Sun May 21, 2006 5:05 pm
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Posted: Thu May 25, 2006 1:43 pm
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Posted: Mon May 29, 2006 7:33 pm
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Posted: Mon May 29, 2006 11:43 pm
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Posted: Tue May 30, 2006 12:31 pm
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Posted: Wed May 31, 2006 2:53 pm
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Posted: Wed May 31, 2006 6:03 pm
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Posted: Thu Jun 01, 2006 1:09 pm
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Posted: Thu Jun 01, 2006 8:24 pm
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Posted: Fri Jun 02, 2006 10:31 pm
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Malem, instead of going through the door, decided to walk back through the window she exited the mansion through, into the storage room, or rather what remained of it. Clambering up the fallen ceiling beams, she reaches the upper floor. A crate was crushed open in the collapse, revealing crumpled newspaper around an old clay pot with a taotie motif (see below)
Malem examines it for a moment, and decides it'll make a nice fixture for the lobby, especially when filled with a potted plant. Hopping back down the beams, and stirring up some dust, she carries the pot into the lobby.
"Hey I found something interesting that might be good for holding some of those plants. Oh, a new guest...at this rate, we'll have enough to raise an army!"
She smiles, and dusts her hands after placing down the strange looking pot.
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Posted: Sat Jun 03, 2006 1:04 am
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Posted: Sat Jun 03, 2006 2:00 pm
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"Plants are naturally attracted to those who are of elf blood. I must admit that I am half elven, but I am also a Mage with control over the elements and I am quite partial to earth and water as it were." she admitted. She glanced down at the plant, knowing it "said" something to the newcomer, but had not caught it. She was curious and a little suspicious, but would not comment on it, nor would she attempt to find out what it was.
Stepping away from the door after she finally closed it once again she turned to Jack, follwing him deeper inside. "Please, call me Calypso, or Caly if you prefer. Anything but something so formal." she had to smile a little as she said that, but she was actually used to being called what she said, though have only begun to actually to use the name on a daily basis ever since she had left home. At home she was usually called by her elven name of Aristal. "And do not mind that the house is in such a state of neglect and disrepair. We have only begun to clean it up and fix things to revive it." she added as she let her eyes wander around the saddened state of the front room.
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Posted: Sat Jun 03, 2006 5:57 pm
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Malem neglected to notice what looks like a cracked cement plug at the bottom of the pot. Assuming it's a drainage hole she scrapes it off. And then something strange happens. A slightly viscous slightly red color fluid begins to emerger from the spot where the cement plug had been. It sticks slightly to her fingers, and she draws back her hand in shock.
Specks of dirt, and newspaper float on top of the fluid which seems to rise at an accelerated rate.
Then the odor hits her nose...
It's fragrant and strong, it's a very primitive fruit wine, perhaps cherry or a red plum. It seems this pot, is not suitable for holding a plant after all. Malem makes her way to what was once a kitchen sink and dumps out the top layer with all the dirt, and swishes the vessel until it's clean. She cups some of the fluid with her fingers and takes a sip.
It's pleasantly sweet, and then the burn of the alcohol hits...it's practically moonshine, at least 50% alcohol per volume. She coughs as the fluid burns down her throat.
She places the vessel in the sink, as the vessel overflows sending a small cascade of the alcoholic liquor into the sink.
If it could be diluted, it might make a nice drink, but as is, it's just good for killing liver cells, she thought to herself.
Her cheeks slightly flushed, and smelling mildly like the fluid, she resumes exploring the house. She sees Cadwallander in the lobby,
"Oh there's a strange vessel which is overflowing with moonshine in the kitchen sink. Um, I was originally thinking of making it a flower pot, but that didn't work out. It's literally overflowing, and I don't know what to do with it."
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Posted: Tue Jun 06, 2006 11:10 pm
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Posted: Wed Jun 07, 2006 7:13 pm
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"Oh look a television...it seems to be just black and white..."
She turns the knob on th television, the screen flashes, but shows only static. She adjusts the knobs more, and no sugnal is received, even when she adjusts the antenna. She looks around.
She gives it a swift hit, and the television receives a signal. It plays a recording of the Arena, and combatants battling. She recognizes herself, and the arena announcers are clearly impressed by her abilities in combat, but are dissappointed by her apparent disappearance.
She regretted having to manipulate as many souls as she did for the sake of entertainment, (albeit, also her survival).
At that moment, she brushed up against a vine near the counter, and received a latent general emotion of a vague threat from somewhere, but as plants lack rather advanced souls, she could not tell the nature or source of it.
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