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Post by Shadow on Feb 17, 2004 15:50:59 GMT -5
"You'll get used to it. Trust me, I had to when I was training; otherwise my grandpa would smack me upside the head with a large, blunt object, from baseball bats to kitchen sinks. Not sure where he got them though... Ah well, that's far from the point. First things first of training is..."
Dark swiftly whiped out a note pad and pen. "Info about you. Examples are like who is your dad and what type of blade is the sword he is going to pass down to you."
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Post by Shadoweaver on Feb 17, 2004 22:04:28 GMT -5
"My da' is Fading Thunder. His sword is...is..." Again Moon's brow crinkled as he tried to recall what was, for him, a difficult word. "A...rap...rapee...rapier?"
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Post by LNS on Feb 18, 2004 12:06:14 GMT -5
Charm remained motionless, almost to the point of one wondering if she was still breathing, as Kail dried her off.
Once tiny hooves touched the tiled floor, she was off. There was just too much noise coming from the other room for her to ignore. Letting out a giggle she left the bathroom, following closely behind the other babies.
[Cont. at Razz stumbling back in.]
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Post by Shadow on Feb 18, 2004 16:41:31 GMT -5
"Ah, a rapier. A balenced and swift blade, forged mostly for the sake of speed and ment mostly for stabbing rather than slashing. Perfect weapon for lightweights, if I say so myself." Dark soon realized he was rambleing again, and snaped out of it.
"Oh, sorry; I tend to ramble at times. You'll get used to it. First of all, you best ask your dad about becomeing my student. And down worry about finding me; I have a habit of just popping up out of thin air." With a flick of his wrist, Dark vanished thanks to his smoke bomb.
((OOC: Cont. elsewhere.))
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Post by Shadoweaver on Feb 19, 2004 1:31:40 GMT -5
Moon blinked. "Cool!" He wished he could dissapere, too. He'd get into much less toruble...or atleast, not be caught as often. But lacking that, he trotted off to see what the others were up to...
(cont in the other thread)
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