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 Posted: Tue Nov 11, 2008 8:36 pm
"That's what SHE said!"
Westly stuck his head in. He was filthy, he had several bloody tears in his clothing, and he was still bleeding more than a little.
He grinned. "Do you mind if I commandeer your shower for a bit? The village is under attack."
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Posted: Wed Nov 12, 2008 12:04 pm
Pyroka walked into the cafe, noticing that Westly looked like crap. "What the hell happened to you?" He then remembered what he was doing here "Have you seen Taka anywhere?"
Looking around he noticed they weren't alone "Oh, I see we have company allow me to introduce myself. I am Pyroka. Nice to meet you"
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Posted: Wed Nov 12, 2008 12:08 pm
"WHOA WHOA WHOA! WHAT!?" Grace jumped up with the most astonished look on her face that anyone had ever seen, "The village is under attack!?" She ran up to Westly in a panic, "Well, there is no shower in here! I just take my showers at my house, but you can come into the kitchen and I'll fix you up like new!" She walked into the kitchen, expecting him to follow. There was a medicine cabinet above the sink in case of an emergency in the kitchen. Grace stood on a stool so she could reach the cabinet, "Wait! Do you need any help getting over here!?" A box of medical supplies fell out of the cabinet and hit her on the head as she jumped off the stool to help Westly, "Ow! I'm such a moron." She noticed Pyroka was also standing there, "Oh my gosh! Are you hurt too!?"
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Posted: Wed Nov 12, 2008 2:17 pm
Westly chuckled. "Sorry, I thought you lived upstairs or something. Don't worry, it's just a flesh wound. As a main character, I'm highly resistant to flesh wounds! 'sides, I've got enough medical training to deal with this, I've just, ah, been a bit busy. You know, with the running and the fighting."
Westly nodded to Pyroka. "Word of advice, my friend: don't pick fights with Chaos's elite servants unless you've got a backup plan. Or just backup, really. They're like Jounin that were infused with pure evil and power. He ruined my clothes, but I ruined his mission."
Westly turned back to Grace. "I just need to wash off, rest a bit, and maybe borrow a change of clothes. I'm going to head over to the Ichijin grounds afterward. The Hanekage's Office is a smoking ruin, and the ANBU Headquarters isn't answering their phones. It's the next-most likely place to find someone who knows what to do."
He paused. "You two should head over to the Delinquent Deathblow. It's the safest place in the village at present. The Ichijin Clan grounds might be better protected, but the Deathblow is less of a target. I'll send word when I have it."
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Posted: Wed Nov 12, 2008 2:38 pm
"Will you be OK?" Grace asked Westly with a motherly tone of voice, "If you get hurt I'll beat you up even more!" She laughed and looked at Pyroka, "We better listen to Westly, he has a very good brain!"
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Posted: Thu Nov 13, 2008 12:11 pm
Pyroka smirked "Trust me. I know that all to well" Pyroka turned around and exited the cafe. His search for Taka would once again be postponed.
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Posted: Thu Nov 13, 2008 6:23 pm
Grace followed him, hoping he would lead her to her destination.
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Posted: Sat Jan 24, 2009 4:38 pm
Westly poked his head in. It had been a month or so since he'd last been in here. He wondered if Grace was around.
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Posted: Tue Jan 27, 2009 7:12 am
"Hrm...." said Westly. He made a few handseals in succession. "Suiton: Kasumi Kuchiyose no jutsu! Hengeyokai no jutsu!"
"Sorry to keep you waiting!" said Grace.
"It's alright," said Westly, smiling kindly. "It's just good to see you again!"
"Awww... thanks! Here lemme open the place for business. People are probably thirsty from all the fighting, so they'll want lots of tea."
Westly grinned "Your business sense is improving! I won't stop you." He cleared his throat. "Gee, I wish I had someone to monologue to about my clever schemes!" he said loudly.
"Hm?" said Grace.
"Invoking the Theory of Narrative Causality," explained Westly. "Very basic reality revision technique. Doesn't even involve chakra. I just say very loudly what I want, and it's roughly ten times more likely to occur." He smiled again. "Don't worry, I wouldn't want to bother you while you're working. I'll just be sitting right here if you need me, though."
"'kay!" said Grace, cheerfully, as she opened up shop and starting prepping the kitchen.
(( Explanation for those who don't speak Japanese AND who aren't exceptionally clever on top of it: Westly is currently transformed into Grace, and the 'Westly' that's sitting at the table is a Mist Clone. That's because 'Grace' needs to be able to pick up objects in order to make and/or serve tea, whereas 'Westly' just needs to sit there and talk. Mist Clones are kind of bad at picking up objects that aren't also Mist-based illusions, but they can talk well enough. ))
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