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Post by Razgat on Jan 8, 2010 20:53:02 GMT -5
I don't recall having parental troubles......
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Post by TEAM_DERRICK on Jan 8, 2010 20:55:07 GMT -5
I don't recall having parental troubles...... You're just blocking it out again ok Tyler. Keep going, i want to see how awkward this'll get |
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Post by Mizagium on Jan 8, 2010 20:56:07 GMT -5
I don't recall having parental troubles...... You're just blocking it out again ok Tyler. Keep going, i want to see how awkward this'll get ((I told you guys, I didn't use your names so that I could do stuff like this. It's important, I promise.)) |
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Post by TEAM_DERRICK on Jan 8, 2010 20:57:02 GMT -5
(k remember I've lived through a divorce, so don't do anything stupid.)
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Post by Mizagium on Jan 8, 2010 21:05:00 GMT -5
((I honesty wasn't even thinking about you.
Wait, what?))
Ryan tossed and turned in his bed for a while that night. Sleep just wouldn't come. Was he nervous? Maybe. He hadn't been back in a while, hadn't been able to get back. Maybe he was afraid he was shut out forever.
Eventually, sleep washed over him. Then, he woke up.
He was laying in a grassy field. Over him towered a marble seraph, flaming sword held high, wings thrust out intimidating. Out in the distance he could see gentle rolling hills. the other way lay a small town. He could see the buildings and streets and people going to and fro.
Ryan sat up. His clothes were different. Boots covered his feet; his pants were more akin to the trousers of the middle ages than the twenty-first century; a tunic adorned his chest, complete with an emblem he couldn't quite remember. A longsword was strapped to his belt.
He stood up. He was back.
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Post by Mizagium on Jan 8, 2010 21:09:34 GMT -5
He discovered Josh getting to his feet some distance away. He was dressed in black fabric, covering his entire body and most of his face. Numerous daggers were strapped to his belt, and a brace of long knives stretch from one shoulder to the buckle.
Josh had long since fashioned himself a ninja, an assassin, whereas Ryan had adopted the mantle of a magic swordsman.
"We're back." Ryan helped him to his feet.
"Yeah, guess we are."
"It's been a while. Feels weird," Ryan said, looking out over the town.
"Yeah, like a dream."
"It is a dream, Josh."
"I know."
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Post by Razgat on Jan 8, 2010 21:10:38 GMT -5
(Ah, now we're getting somewhere.)
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Post by TEAM_DERRICK on Jan 8, 2010 21:12:16 GMT -5
(Suddenly the title makes sense. WHERE AM I?)
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Post by Xelwes on Jan 8, 2010 21:16:54 GMT -5
(Yea, where's Alan?!)
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Post by Mizagium on Jan 8, 2010 21:18:54 GMT -5
Ryan tested his magic; a flame snapped to life in his palm. "Just like I remember."
Sharp whirls indicated Josh testing his blades. "Yup."
"Hey!" Someone called to them. Ryan snuffed the flame, looked out over the hill. Taylor was sprinting in their direction. Becca and Natalie were right behind her, with Kyle and Alan bringing up the rear.
"She's excited," Josh said.
"She always is."
By the time she crested the hill, Taylor was nearly out of breath. "You...guys...made...it..." she huffed. The others joined her only moments later, not winded in the least.
"Of course we did."
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Post by Mizagium on Jan 8, 2010 21:22:39 GMT -5
Taylor was dressed in the manner of a soldier, light armor, a spear and short swords. A shield was strapped to her back.
Natalie was dressed a hunter: light clothes with a longbow and a quiver of arrows. Her belt held a brace of throwing knives.
Becca was a mage. A cape was draped over he shoulders, and, despite that fact that no one actually wore one, a witch's hat was perched on her head. She clutched her staff like a walking stick.
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Post by Mizagium on Jan 8, 2010 21:23:29 GMT -5
((Wes, Derrick, what do you two want to be?))
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Post by TEAM_DERRICK on Jan 8, 2010 21:27:55 GMT -5
BERZERKER!!!!! MY LOVE FOR YOU IS LIKE A TRUCK!!! BERZERKER!!!!! WOULD YOU LIKE SOME MAKING FUCK?! BERZERKER!!!!! BERZERKER!!!!!?
(i would like to be a bezerker)
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Post by Xelwes on Jan 8, 2010 21:30:18 GMT -5
(Is a Dragoon to much to ask?)
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Post by Calefrun on Jan 8, 2010 21:45:24 GMT -5
Meanwhile Zac, Ian, and Michael were in a different universe doing other stuff... Since I'm assuming the guy who had to work was Marcus.
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Post by Mizagium on Jan 8, 2010 22:08:04 GMT -5
((Good job. Zac, you and ian will probably get a passing role.
AND WHY IS EVERYONE POSTING IN MY STORY? GODDMAN!))
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Post by Myrdraxxis on Jan 8, 2010 22:08:50 GMT -5
(Hmmm yes I suppose that does suit me. I am also rather fond of mages though)
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Post by Mizagium on Jan 8, 2010 22:37:13 GMT -5
Kyle arrived and leaned on his oversized axe. He was, unfortunately, shirtless, having embraced the ways of berserkers years ago. Various ink designs covered his chest. No one knew what they meant.
Alan stood by the statues. Jagged blue armor covered his body. He held a javelin in one hand, and several more were tied to his back. A dragoon.
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Post by TEAM_DERRICK on Jan 8, 2010 22:47:15 GMT -5
this is the ink design  |
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Post by tuberjustin on Jan 9, 2010 17:54:48 GMT -5
WHEN DO I GET TO BE THE BAD GUY?
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