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Post by Pan on Sept 29, 2005 15:39:25 GMT -5
ok erik never come on to the what if broads so i put it here and i thought of this last night ok lest start!!! ~*~*~ *Pan, Mya,(and Hope and Serena when they come) are walking up that strets, Pan is wereing a skirt that comes up to about 3 inches above her knee and has thight high black socks that have garders on them and she has a black shirt. Mya has pance on a black shirt and a jacket and does look to happy as she is walking with Pan* Mya:What did I tell you about screwing up the space-time cintiuum?
Pan:not to?
Mya:and what did you do?
Pan:screwed with the space-time contiuum?
Mya:abd how did you do it?
Pan:with a time stone?
Mya:and where is the time stone?
Pan:It kinda fell out of my hand when we were in the wormhole.
Mya:and why did you take it out of the pocket i put in for safe keeping?
Pan:i needed change?
Mya:for what?
Pan:the vending machines...
Mya:THE VENDING MACHINE GNOMES ARE EVIL!!!
Pan:not to me!
Mya:THEY'RE JUST USING YOU NOW TO STEAL ALL YOU CHANGE LATER!...WAIT! You don't have the TIME STONE!?!?!?!?!?!
Pan:...no.
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Post by The Imfamous AKA on Sept 29, 2005 15:42:05 GMT -5
WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU? WHERE IS THE TIME STONE?
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Post by Pan on Sept 29, 2005 15:47:28 GMT -5
somewhere in this or another world...
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Post by The Imfamous AKA on Sept 29, 2005 15:53:03 GMT -5
WHAT? SO WE CAN'T GO BACK? *Looks around* Where the hell are we and what flipping time period are we in?
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Post by Pan on Sept 29, 2005 15:54:04 GMT -5
A) some where its hot and 2) i have no clue!
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Post by The Imfamous AKA on Sept 29, 2005 15:56:24 GMT -5
And Hope's still out cold.... *Ish pulling Hope on a strecher true Girl Scout fashion*
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Post by Pan on Sept 29, 2005 15:57:53 GMT -5
and only God knows where Serena is at
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Post by The Imfamous AKA on Sept 29, 2005 15:59:37 GMT -5
Hold on.... *Looks at the village they;re coming too* If I'm not mistaken, this looks exactly like one of those Persian cities I learned about with Mr. Sharp.... Oh, damn, we're in Persia....
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Post by Pan on Sept 29, 2005 16:01:25 GMT -5
. . .you have got to be kidding
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Post by Nadir on Sept 29, 2005 16:20:29 GMT -5
About the young ladies are blind beggars seeking alms from passerbiers and a street market. All the women follow behind men silently, clothed and hidden. Some of the men look bewildered, even angry at these two newcomers and their unconventional attire and their aditblity. Here, women have little right and to be out and about is such... unconsertive clothes is seemply...inexactpable and completely outrageous. And worse, you are without husbands!
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Post by Pan on Sept 29, 2005 16:27:05 GMT -5
*looking at every one*....i don't like how people are looking at us..
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Post by Nadir on Sept 29, 2005 16:27:59 GMT -5
And that is the last thing said before hands grab over their eyes and they are dragged away by powerful Eunichs.
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Post by Pan on Sept 29, 2005 16:29:16 GMT -5
HEY LET ME GO!!!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING!!!!! HEY!! *oh yah and she has a bandana on her head to hide her cat ears*
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Post by Nadir on Sept 29, 2005 16:45:58 GMT -5
They struggle in wasted effort, for the Eunichs are just too strong. When they arrive, their hands have been tied behind them to their feet, gagged. About them is what appears to be an unsightly room filled with what you can identify either as lowly servants or slaves. The Untouchables.
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Post by Pan on Sept 29, 2005 16:47:44 GMT -5
*looking around*mmmuhfmmm!! *looks sad*
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