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 Posted: Sat Jul 09, 2005 2:19 am
Dyanel appeared in the kitchen along with Marius behind her. She grinned at Cheebs who was still crunching in the cookies.
Cheebs, I'd like you to meet Marius, my husband.Dyanel said with pride.
Cheebs immediately stopped in mid-bite. He put the cookie down, rolling onto his paws from his current lying on back location. He peered directly behind Dyanel, his eyes fixated on Marius. He padded down to the edge of the counter, staring at Marius intently. He sat down on his hind legs, surveying Cheebs carefully. After a very quiet moment he grinned, taking a cookie from the pile next to him.
Yep, he's good. I can tell. He said, stuffing the cookie into his mouth.
Dyanel laughed, squeezing Marius' hand.
I wouldn't marry any different. She responded, turning to look at Marius happily.
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Posted: Sat Jul 09, 2005 2:22 am
Marius smiled back at Dyanel, feeling a bit proud that Dyanel's most trusted pet approved of him. The fact that he could talk and devour so much food amazed him alone. He looked back at Dyanel and kissed her, not really caring who was in the room.
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Posted: Sat Jul 09, 2005 11:39 pm
Travis teleported infront of the fridge. He reached in and pulled out a steak. He held it in his hand and carefully bler fire on it. He then ripped into it. It was not till he was halfway done that he realised anyone was in the kitchen. He took off his sunglasses and wiped his eyes. He spotted Dy and he felt the tingling feeling of embarresment flow through his body. It turned into pure terror as he saw even more girls. He dropped the steak to the floor and slammed his back to the fridge in an attemt to escape.
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Posted: Sun Jul 10, 2005 12:48 am
Dyanel turned, hearing something crash behind her. As she saw Travis she grinned.
Hello Travis. How have you've been?She asked patting Cheebs on the head.
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Posted: Sun Jul 10, 2005 7:19 pm
Travis put his hands in front of his face in an attemt to become invisible. As he did so, the sunglasses were put back on. He calmed down a bit and tried to respond. "H-hello Miss Dy." His face was beet red.
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Posted: Mon Jul 11, 2005 10:10 am
Talon entered the kitchen from the door, he still walked around the pagoda instead of teleporting but that was fine with him. As he entered he saw some more guest of the pagoda he hadn't met yet. As he was about to greet everyone, he noticed a man with blond hair whose face was flushed. Out of reflex, Talon approached that man, "Excuse me sir... are you well? Your face is rather flushed and almost glowing red..."
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Posted: Mon Jul 11, 2005 4:44 pm
Travis jumped as the newcommer approched him, but quickly brushed himself off and straintened himself. "Yes, I'm quite allright. How are you?" His face was returning to it's normal hue.
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Posted: Mon Jul 11, 2005 9:03 pm
Seeing that the blond man was alright, Talon nodded and walked past the man into the kitchen. This was the first time in a long time that Talon had been in any kitchen. And this is was certainly the first time Talon had been in one so large... he stood there for a moment, not knowing what to make or whereever anything was... Talon had beome to used to hunting and foreging.
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Posted: Mon Jul 11, 2005 11:06 pm
Travis picked up the steak and brushed it off. After blowing a short burst to warm the meat up, he picked out a plate and some silverware and began eating at the bar.
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Posted: Thu Sep 22, 2005 5:38 pm
Travis paused from his meal to regard the youth.
"What did you say your name was?"
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Posted: Thu Sep 29, 2005 8:04 am
Talon looked at the fair haired gentleman and bow slightly then extended his hand in greeting, "I am Talon Gemini, sir. Of the Nomadic Nighthawk Clan. May I ask you your name?"
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Posted: Thu Sep 29, 2005 3:01 pm
Travis wiped his hand on his shirt before shaking the young man's hand. He had meat juice on it. "I go by Travis." He chuckled. "If we have half an hour free, I'll tell you my full title. And I'm not talking about the gnome name either. That thing took up a two yard scroll." He finished the last of his steak. He searched his mind, but could not remember anything about a Nighthawk clan. "So what brings you to the pagoda young one? You don't seem haunted by the past, as most here are."
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Posted: Fri Sep 30, 2005 11:37 pm
Talon shook his head and lloked up at Travis, "No, sir, my past is not haunted. I am a mere nomad searching for his place in this world. I know not how long my stay shall be here within these wall." Talon looked around for a moment then leaned forward and whispered into Travis' ear, "Truth be told, I do not know how to act amoung creatures of legend that reside within these sacred grounds."
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Posted: Mon Oct 03, 2005 5:27 pm
Travis suppressed a laugh, "Creatures of legend." He echoed. "So you have heard of me." He leaned back with an enormous smile. "Talon, have you ever seen a human with skin darker than the darkest tan? We in the pagoda are not much different. Almoast all of us at least resemble humans, and we feel the same emotions. perhaps in different ways." He stood. "Just relax and be yourself, don't worry about offending anyone, because even if they don't like you, the Pagada is a big enough place to hide in." He walked to the fridge and pulled out two bottles of root beer. and set them down. He rose his eyebrows as if he had just thought of something. "But do try to be polite. After all, we share the same home." He opened both bottles and slid one to Talon. "Got it?" He asked congeneialy.
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Posted: Wed Oct 05, 2005 10:33 am
Talon accepted the drink that was offered and gave a small smile, "Yes, sir... I will try not to offend anyone here. This is truly a remarkable place." Looking around the kitchen, something accord to Talon... something that had been bothering him since he had arrived. Turning back to Travis, Talon asked, "um... Sir Travis, if it's not too much trouble, could you tell me who built this place. When I was traveling it seemed almost like this place found me instead of the other way around."
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