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Post by Miss Twix on Aug 26, 2009 1:57:41 GMT -5
uhm...there was a fight and people got hurt?? <looks at armok> he did it <.<
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Post by The Loathed on Aug 26, 2009 2:04:04 GMT -5
-Armok snorts- I defended Darkmoor from an attack by the Avatar of Nozdormu, the Fallen Angel without a Face.
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Post by Achtung Katie™ on Aug 26, 2009 2:06:06 GMT -5
Kat snorted, crossing her arms, "Oh, well if that's all." Hmph.
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Post by Miss Twix on Aug 26, 2009 2:06:57 GMT -5
>> kinda yeah
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Post by The Loathed on Aug 26, 2009 2:10:55 GMT -5
-Armok studies Kat for a moment, then rises. He salutes her respectfully- I think you know who I am, and I think I know who you are.
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Post by Achtung Katie™ on Aug 26, 2009 2:14:14 GMT -5
Kat rolled her eyes, but she was totally giving Armok A Look, because she was annoyed and that's what she did, "Gee, ya think?" Eesh. "Why are you bending the space time of my base?" What, you can just sit on a normal chair? THEY HAD THOSE YOU KNOW. But that was a mostly rhetorical question, because she didn't much care about the answer other than to use it to be more annoyed at more things.
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Post by Miss Twix on Aug 26, 2009 2:15:41 GMT -5
he's kinda got amenisa kat...
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Post by The Loathed on Aug 26, 2009 2:17:03 GMT -5
I was shot in the head, and have absolutely no recollection of anything that happened to cause the chain of command to change as it has. -He gestures at the command console he accidentally unlocked- I ran into a few officers, and they seemed surprised to see me. I am not here to upset the chain of command, I am just here to be where I belong.
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Post by simplyKATEY. on Aug 26, 2009 3:18:04 GMT -5
SO THEN. -cough-
Rose had fully adjusted back to life in the base and was returning to normal. All the random places they had been since the base going BOOM had fucked up her schedule. BUT NOW SHE WAS FINE. Just saying. She was wandering around the base, exploring, drinking a bottle of water. Yay!
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Post by Miss Twix on Aug 26, 2009 3:29:07 GMT -5
<rose should be up in armok's office 'CAUSE THATS WHERE THE PARTY PPL AT>
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Post by simplyKATEY. on Aug 26, 2009 3:30:49 GMT -5
FINE.
Rose blinked and made a face. "I sense a disturbance in the force." She glanced around suspiciously and wandered towards Armok's office. Then stopped dead in her tracks. Point. "You!" D:
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Post by Miss Twix on Aug 26, 2009 3:33:39 GMT -5
<hawk puts her hands up> hey!! i was totally given this wine fair and square
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Post by simplyKATEY. on Aug 26, 2009 3:35:58 GMT -5
"Mhm. I'm sure you were"
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Post by Miss Twix on Aug 26, 2009 3:37:23 GMT -5
i so was...'sides you're an empath so i know you know dat i'm tellin' da truth <SO HA>
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Post by simplyKATEY. on Aug 26, 2009 3:40:10 GMT -5
"Damn it." She snapped her fingers
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Post by Miss Twix on Aug 26, 2009 3:41:44 GMT -5
heh sorry ^^ <shrugs> i'm gonna go take this back to da kitchen but let's hang out later ok rose??
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Post by simplyKATEY. on Aug 26, 2009 3:42:42 GMT -5
She nodded her head "I'm game"
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Post by The Loathed on Aug 26, 2009 11:55:28 GMT -5
-Armok sighed, leaning against the railing on the roof of the base as he overlooked the landscape. He leaned his head back, enjoying the cool breeze. Despite the relative cool of the day, sweat glistened on his muscles, and he was shirtless- This place is so beautiful...
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-Sanctus watched Armok, muscles gleaming as well. He still wore a white and silver tanktop, however, and was leaning on his blade casually, catching his breath-
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Post by The Loathed on Aug 26, 2009 12:00:15 GMT -5
-Armok turns to face Sanctus once more... and he raises his sword. His jivatma lays against the railing, eye half-closed, glaring hatefully at the two- Ready? -As Sanctus nods, Armok springs into action, blade going for Sanctus throat, chest, legs, almost faster than they eye can follow. Somehow, Sanctus manages to not only block Armok's attacks, but push into his own offensive-
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Post by The Loathed on Aug 26, 2009 12:07:28 GMT -5
-Sanctus' lips twitch, almost becoming a grin as his blade nicks Armok's side, drawing a thin line of red. His grin fades, however, as a red line also slices through his tanktop, staining the fine material red- First blood to you, brother. -Sanctus bares his teeth, launching into another offensive, his blade like liquid in his hands. Armok growls, leaning forward as he defends himself, seeking an opportunity to strike Sanctus. On the railing behind them, Kukrix's crow watches while waiting on its master-
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