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Shadrak muttered in Krynnish in his sleep. The words he muttered were an ancient prophecy that he could never remember in his waking hours. Kante heard him, as he was weaving a ward around the two sleeping warriors, he understood krynnish, and remembered what had been said. Shadrak may have looked like he was sleeping peacefully, but underneath the lax face and body, he was constantly at war in the dream-world, whenever he accidentally crossed over.
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ooc: Details! Details! Don't qiubble over details my friend!
bic: The next day dawned bright and early. The birds were singing, the sky was clear, the sun was bright, and Mavrick was groaning in bed with the hangover from Hell. The window was open and a robin pirched on the sill, chirping happily at Maverick. Of course that only lasted until it was hit with the pillow.
All that was left of the bird after that was a mass of floating feathers and two claws clutching the window.
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Shadrak was playing the slugabed and saw the incident, he giggled. "Aww, I was saving it for breakfast! now I gotta go hunt down another one to crisp!" He grinned. He slid out of bed and crawled over to where he'd left his cloak. It was morning, and he didn't exactly have the greatest feet to leg co-ordination in those dark hours. The sun shone rather brightly and Shadrak growled at it, cursing in krynnish at the particularily nauseating brightness.
ooc: ahhh, typical morning for the dragon! now that he's been de-laired and all. ^-^
Edited by: ShadowSoul RuneBlade at: 2/4/04 4:44 pm
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Maverick cringed as Shadrak opened his mouth and psoke. "Shhhhhhh! Don't yell," he groaned. He bunched his eyes and peaked on open to see where exactly he was and then snapped it shut as the piercing sunlight burned his sensitive cornea. "Ummmm somebody turn off the sun!" He buried his face in his pillow.
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"Gladly," Shadrak mumbled, "Get me the spell, get me a book that hints at the spell, and I'll bloody well do it..." He crawled manfully back to where he dropped his sword and attempted to buckle it on while still on the floor. "Have...no...en..ergy.....must....kill....morning...."
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Maverick laughed through the pillow. "I wish you all the luck in the world on that my friend," came his muffled reply.
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Every nerve in Maverick's body shook as Kante's voice reverberated through his head. "Quiet!" he rasped through gritted teeth. He forced his fingers to ungrip the mattress that they were digging into like claws. Kante. Shadrak trusted Kante. He should've known. They were too much alike NOT to be related. They had to be related. If they weren't, that would mean there were more like them in the world. It was doomed. They were all doomed. He thought all this as he tried vainly to unlock his jaw.
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Shadrak had the vague inkling of using gargantaun amounts of power to go back to near the beginning of time and wiping out the happy-morning-people gene forever...but he was too lazy. So he settled for knocking Kante's block off w/ a barrage of pillows, and maybe a mattress or two...
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Maverick kept his face pressed into the pillow. Even when the mattress he was laying on flew out from under him he didn't lift the pillow. His grip was a death grip. The only way someone would get that pillow was when they pried it from his cold dead fingers. "Errrmmmmnnnnnnnn, to bright..... to loud....killl, must kill... Kante..." Now he did lift the pillow from his face. "Shadrak," he whined, "make him stop, please!"
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Shadrak, finding that all that was left to throw was the bed, which was bolted to the ground, and Maverick's pillow, which he wasn't getting any time soon, shrugged. He launched himself at the intruder and Kante and Shadrak promply rolled out the door. Judging from the swiftly following litany of "ow! ow! ow! ow! ow! ow! ow! ow! ow! ow! ow!" Shadrak had enough propulsion to land them down the stairs.
This would've been fine, but Shadrak was minus his shirt at the time.... and the bar-maid from earlier was standing in close proximity to the stairs. A quiet horror slowly dawned on Shadrak as he assimilated the frozen tableau situation. Kante appeared to be oblivious to the situation, and in fact appeared to be looking up the bar-maid's skirt.... Shadrak collected his thoughts....just rolled down the stairs entangled with another man, currently on top of a panting Kante, shirtless, flushed....oh damn...
Edited by: ShadowSoul RuneBlade at: 2/9/04 3:36 pm
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ooc: *chokes on another hotpocket* ROFL! ROFL! ROFL! AHAHAHAHAHA!!!
bic: The barmaid stared at the two men for a moment in shock, then took on a pout. "Well if you wanted a man, then you could have just said so, you know." She stopped and stared at hem for a moment, a look of realization dawning on her face. "Are you two... you know... 'cause if you were then I'd have thought that the other man you came with would have been your...er...partner."
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Shadrak wasn't certain, but he thought he'd gained an eye twitch. "Nothing of the sort!" he exclaimed, getting up, indignant. Kante grinned wickedly and pulled him back down, "Sure about that, loverboy?" he murmured in a deceptively soft tone. "AWk!" was all Shadrak managed to choke out before freaking out and running up the stairs, and back into bed, pulling the covers over his head, and grumbling about idiots.
Meanwhile....
Kante was still on the floor, grinning, and looking up the barmaid's skirt, "Wow, nice view!" he exclaimed wickedly, while still lying prone on the floor.
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ooc: *freezes and keels over backwards, falling out of chair, twitching every now an then* u sooooooooooooooooo bad!! Aww, shouldv'e saved hot pocket chokage for THAT post. It's worth TWO hot pocket chokage! Ack! Hey! Why you not come to my site and post? It's very postage worthy I believe. Sam is there, and she's posting as a NORMAL person. It may be her scariest charecter yet! And now... back to the show!
bic: Maverick peaked out from under his pillow and saw Shadrak bound in and toss himself on the bed. He looked to the door, but saw no sign of Kante and brightened. Maybe he had taken him seriously and actually killed Kante! But then again, Shadrak's demeaner was not a happy one, so he quickly decided not to get his hopes up and spoke to Shadrak. "So, how'd it go? Do we have to flee out the back door before the manager comes thundering up about how we destroyed his inn?"
Meanwhile, down in the common room...
The barmaid took a step back and stared at Kante indignantly, but then blushed and took on a swagger. "Well, thank you, but anymore of that will cost you. It's not free, after all." Her eyes sparkled at the new prospect.
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ooc: what addy? megogo!
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Shadrak groaned, "The man is freak!" he thought a moment. "Yeah, we should definitely destroy the inn," He growled.
meanwhile...
Kante grinned, he levered himself up, swaying with seductive grace. "Oh," he pouted beautifully, "I am but a pauper, I'm afraid, my dear." He leaned over and gave her a peck on the cheek, "But that, love, was free," he grinned and sprinted back up the stairs... and into Shadrak and Maverick's room. Insinuating himself into Shadrak's bed he smiled angelicly, "Want a back-rub, love?"
Shadrak was frozen. Unfortuneatly his bed was against the wall, and he was kind of boxed in to the corner. "Maverick!" he called, attempting to become one with the wall, "There's something in my bed, do you have a club to subdue it?"
Edited by: ShadowSoul RuneBlade at: 2/13/04 10:27 am
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Maverick took one look at Shadrak's current dilemma and lowered the pillow back onto his head. "Nope," he answered, "sorry." Anything he might've been able to use as a club Shadrak had lobbed at Kante before. "Sorry Shadrak," he hid his grin under the feather pillow, "you're on your own."
ooc: Have you been to my site yet? www.xsorbit4.com/users/laurablade Hey, I broached the subject about my coming on the road trip to Sam and she said it be all right as long as I shared some of the driving time. So it's on!! WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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ooc: *giggles* oooooh, poor poor poor Shaddy! hehehehe
SWEET! when roadtrip? roadtrip when? comecome here?
bic:
Kante was making looking at Shadrak in a way that made shadrak feel vewy vewy uncomfortable! Kante leaned in close, his breath warmed Shadrak's face. Shadrak closed his eyes and tried to turned away, he REALLY didn't wanna see what happened next. Kante grinned, "Good morning Shaddy!" He leaned back and bounced off the bed. Shadrak felt like he'd just had a heart attack. "If you try ANYTHING like that again....!" was about all that was articulate of Shadrak's round cursing out of Kante. Kante crossed his arms and took the incoherent tirade in stride, grinning. "Ok, now that we've exposulated our li'l issues enough, and I'm finally convinced that you aren't a closet-case, and are in fact, just extremely shy of the female persuasion...." he paused, "Which I don't really understand, because they're really rather well-shaped, and if you get the right kind, they'll just melt right-...." he cut of his little tangent and tried to look innocent, "Well, lets get back on the road again!"
Shadrak was still clutching the blanket to his bare chest, staring at Kante, incredulous. I wonder if he's one of the relations, apparently insanity runs in the family....damned if I knowwhich one though.... Shadrak made a face, got a shirt on, firmly, and grabbed his stuff.
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Maverick, who had been listening the whole time, burst in to laughter. He sat up in bed and started applauding Kante. "You really had him going there, that was an absolutely amazing performance!" He burst into a fresh peal of laughter while pushing the blanket off him. "Just remember Shadrak," he said between spurts of laughter, "You're the one who wanted to hire him." He climbed out of bed and took a deep breath. "Whoooowee I haven't had that good a laugh in a long time. I'm going to go take a bath." He walked over to the door, stopped and turned around looking at the two of them. His faced cracked into a wide grin and he walked out. His laughter could be heard from down the hallway as Maverick made his way to the baths.
ooc: Not sure when the raodtrip IS, but I am sure that I'm going on it.
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Shadrak growled and crawled out of bed. "I," he announced, "am never going to touch that bed AGAIN!....it's dirty!"
Kante laughed "Awwww, you're so cute when you're mad!" he squealed.
Shadrak scurried away from him until he hit a wall. "Just tell me this!" he choked out, "What was your mother's maiden name!?"
Kante paused, now he was confused, "....Mirani..."
Shadrak relaxed, "Ah," he smirked inigmatically, "THAT explains a lot...."
Shadrak sauntered on out without another word of explanation, well, he tried to, but Kante yanked him back by the collar.
"And that's supposed to mean what precisely?" he asked suspiciously. When Shadrak just grinned and didn't speak, he slammed him up against the wall (gently )and held him pinned there. Then, the bar maid from earlier walked by....
ooc: barmaid's your charac I know, but...well.... you can change it if ye dun like it
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ooc: No! No, I'm not THAT protective of my characters unless I have plans for them and when I do you can tell through my writing. BUUUAAAT no go on ahead and do what you will O' Queen of Comedy.*Takes bow*
bic: The barmaid, Razelle, stopped and stared at the two. Her eyes gleamed and her lower lip jutted out in a pout. She stomped her foot, picked up the folds of her dress and scurried away, her nose up in the air. If they were gay lovers, why didn't they just say so? She stomped down the stairs, her pride having taken a hurtful blow.
)and held him pinned there. Then, the bar maid from earlier walked by....
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