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Post by Pan on Jan 20, 2007 10:18:17 GMT -5
Rose:yeay tag! Frances:i love this game Pan:just don't brake any- *CRASH!* Lunetta:oops.....
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Post by Renee Jacobson on Jan 20, 2007 13:49:17 GMT -5
Looks over at Pan. "Do you think they'll ever grow out of this stage?"
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Post by The Imfamous AKA on Feb 12, 2007 15:37:20 GMT -5
Mommy says she doesn't think I ever will! 'Cause she says that I take after her, and not Daddy, so I'll be a little monster until I grow up and be a big monster like her!
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Post by Pan on Feb 12, 2007 15:38:11 GMT -5
Pan:did i
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Post by Renee Jacobson on Feb 12, 2007 17:16:47 GMT -5
"Good job."
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Post by Nadir on Feb 14, 2007 10:18:59 GMT -5
Erik, with a look of horror written on all over what little face of his you can see, shakily approaches the broken vase, and slowly picking up the largest piece as if mourning the loss of a child. The beautiful and elegant 1660 hand made porcelain vase, a rare artifact, apiece of history and art, costing thousands of francs and months of searching, lay shattered on the floor. A very dark aura suddenly surrounds the entire premise of the lair. Though Erik realises the fact they are still just small children, the thoughts of how impudent and ill-behaved these children are; completely inexcusable considering the fact that this is his home and they are so casually making mockery of it. The thought of of his entire lair, which if I may remind you is filled with the finest treasures and arts from across the continent, being left completely in shambles (just like the beautiful vase) by a small herd of five year olds playing their ridiculous games is just slightly distressing to Erik. The children would all realise just how tall Erik is (especially compared to their minuscular hieght as he abruptly appears standing over all of them, his face hidden mostly in darkness except his glowing eyes and a very twisted and forced smile. He speaks slowly with a small tremble in his voice, as if trying to hold back a great deal of anger or frustration of that sort, "[/i]My dearest chldren...I suggest you go UPSTAIRS in a more...open area, if you wish to continue playing such....active games.....[/i]" Erik swoops down closer to their eye level, not realizing just how frightening he must appear.
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Post by Pan on Feb 14, 2007 13:50:01 GMT -5
Lunetta:*whoms eyes are wied in fear and starting to tears. just stands their...shaking....nop can't move......to scared* Rose:*every slowly walks over to her sister and stars tuging on her sleive*come on Lu.... Lunetta:*still looking at her dad in fear out of know where glomps his lage crying *I'M SORRY I'M SORRY!!!!!I DIDN'T MEAN IT I'M SORRY DADDY Pan:*thinking*hummmm *walk over to Erik*Erik can i see the broken vase?
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Post by Seven on Feb 14, 2007 15:38:56 GMT -5
....let me guess...you can fix it?
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Post by Pan on Feb 14, 2007 15:40:05 GMT -5
Pan: ;D i am to stuped rock!!
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Post by The Imfamous AKA on Feb 14, 2007 20:13:24 GMT -5
Mya: *Inconspicuously (cough-cough, hack-hack) popping out of her jacket from the corner* Damn straight you're a stupid rock... *Looks around* Holy crap... Small children...
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Post by Pan on Feb 14, 2007 22:03:49 GMT -5
Pan:small childern that are intobel...
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Post by Renee Jacobson on Feb 15, 2007 18:16:04 GMT -5
All but Raven quickly follow Rose. Raven walks over to the shards, and reaches out to touch a piece, and a moment later, the entire vase is returned to it's previous state. She smiles and then follows the rest of the group up the stairs. Renee stares after her. "Huh, that was quite a piece of work for her first try at magic."
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Post by Pan on Feb 15, 2007 20:20:33 GMT -5
Pan:...she toke my job!....*shrugs oh well*
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Post by Renee Jacobson on Feb 15, 2007 21:18:58 GMT -5
"I've never seen her do anything like that...but I guess she does take after her father in that sense. He was always doing amazing things like that."
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Post by The Imfamous AKA on Feb 16, 2007 17:43:15 GMT -5
Jemma: Aww.... Broken stuff's fun! Mya: I like this one...
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