DKender
Only One Skeleton has the Power to Control both Life and Death, Light and Dark, Words and Blank Space, Our Humble Lives Continue Only by the Grace and Magnanimity of This Skeleton
Nay, let us walk from fire unto firey skeleton ...
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Post by DKender on Jun 2, 2013 0:02:09 GMT -8
She reached for the sky."You wouldn't! Don't shoot! Have pity on sorry old Molly. There are so many things I need to do! Like visit Paris, or learn how to knit!" Molly paused. She heard noises from downstairs. The heroes had returned, and just in the nick of time."Oh, listen! Guess it's time for a meeting! Maybe we'll feast on bear meat tomorrow. Wouldn't that be nice?"
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Jun 2, 2013 4:23:05 GMT -8
“Wow, bear meat? Do you reckon it'd taste like honey?” Caleb raced to the door and waited impatiently for Molly. The spud gun lay discarded on the floor.
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Post by Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse on Jun 2, 2013 20:19:34 GMT -8
His wounds dressed and Anya and Caleb still downstairs, Wolf let himself into the room. He headed towards the window, almost tripping over a... potato gun?
At the window, he removed the two heavy dowels above that secured the window, set them aside, and... he was momentarily concerned that the lock was not engaged. He opened the window and leaned out a bit. He turned on his MagLite and shone the beam towards the fallen thing and then around the neighborhood, looking for lurkers or other dangers.[/i]
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Post by Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse on Jun 3, 2013 12:37:51 GMT -8
The thing still looked like an almost formless blob of flesh and hair down below. As he scanned with the light, he caught brief glimpses of shiny eyes in the darkness, but he could never make out any identifiable form.
Satisfied that the area was clear for now, he resecured the window, latching the lock and placing the dowels back into the sliding tracks of the jam.
He left to continue his patrol elsewhere.[/i]
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Jun 17, 2013 23:26:19 GMT -8
THE NEXT DAY, NEAR SUNSET....At sunset master Caleb Romero was sitting in his room, engaged in a task of the highest intellectual pursuit. He took great care in this task, his brow furrowed deep in concentration. There was no room for sloppy work, it had to be exacting. He kept a weather eye open for any potential distractions or intruders. It was a task a person had to do alone, in deep solitude. His fingers were excavating the deep canals of his nostrils, pleasant.
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Jul 2, 2013 4:55:58 GMT -8
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