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[May. 20th, 2013|01:35 am] |
Celena rarely goes to the sign, especially after accidentally getting turned into a cat by a wayward snowball. But she has a question, something nagging at her she wants to hear opinions on from neutral parties before she goes to Van with her suspicions.
"Imagine, if you will," she started, standing primly in an Austurian gown meant for a warm summer day in rich blues, "that someone near you was once considered dangerous. And now you think they seem poised to make things so much worse. What lengths would you go to to stop this person? What sacrifices would you consider acceptable?" |
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| Snowball fight! |
[Feb. 27th, 2011|05:18 pm] |
It's snowed again in the Nexus, this being February still and all, and there's a lovely layer blanketing the brilliantly blinking sign.
As people wander about, answering questions, snowballs start randomly flinging themselves at people.
((LOL time! We haven't had a good 'let's be an animal for a few days!' LOL in awhile. While your character answers questions, if he/she/it gets hit, he/she/it is now an animal of YOUR CHOOSING. This LOL lasts no less than one day, and no more than one week. Also, your animal can still speak in their native language.)) |
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[Aug. 7th, 2010|09:12 pm] |
There's a young man standing in front of the sign, looking utterly baffled. He has a streak of dirt on one cheek, presumably from the large potted plant sitting on the ground in front of him.
"What..." Ken blinks up at the sign, at the people around him. When the hell did this get in their storeroom? Or maybe he should be wondering when the hell Youji managed to spike his water without him noticing, because obviously he was hallucinating. That was the only rational explanation for this shit. He glanced down at the plant, as if considering the hallucinogenic properties of the average household palm plant.
"Uh. So I have to ask a question?" Well fine then, he'd just ask the most pressing one that came to mind.
"Which way's Tokyo?" |
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| "You were searching for a soul, tearing yourself apart just to become whole..." |
[Jul. 23rd, 2009|08:28 pm] |
It had been a while since Riza had gone around the obnoxious sign, much less to ask anything of her own. But it was the best and quickest way she could think to accomplish what she needed to find out.
"I'm wondering if there's anyone here who is familiar and experienced with magic that can relate to a person's soul, or soul energy, or anything along those lines," she said, "and barring that, does anyone know how I could get in touch with Filia Ul Copt? A woman who looks about my age, maybe a little younger, with very long blonde hair, blue eyes, and pointed ears?" |
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