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Post by Skeleton Key on Jul 11, 2006 23:15:27 GMT -5
"Talk about what?"
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Post by jtb on Jul 11, 2006 23:43:50 GMT -5
"Brother, you draw your soul from Frank's anger, right? I am a swamp monster. You are nothing but anger and fury. Very powerful, right? The two most powerful beings in this world, I suppose. But now, now there is a Zombie baby, and a maniac, and a robot cafeteria worker. Thye are together. Plus a demon fashion girl. If we can combine our two powers we can destroy them. With your anger unleashed and my power thrown,we can fight for our rights to power, for your happiness, for my dead love, Kit. We can stop them from taking what is ours in this world: Our power of uniqueness. We are supposed to be the only two things in this world that can have unique powers. Frank can be squashed like a bug along with all other humans. Mother and Father told us this when we were born. We should have power of uniqueness. But they have taken it.Will you take it back with me, brother?"
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Post by Skeleton Key on Jul 12, 2006 0:44:49 GMT -5
Ernest nodded. "But I don't think I can do it just yet. I'm not entirely solid, yet. Soon I'll be able to." He looked at the ground. "I feel even less whole than I did back when I wasn't solid at all. I don't know what to feel but angry about it. I don't feel more empowered. I actually feel a bit sick."
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Post by jtb on Jul 12, 2006 9:49:16 GMT -5
Dewey nodded as if he understood. "What is of Frank now?" he asked in his deep growl of a voice.
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Post by Phoebonica on Jul 12, 2006 11:37:49 GMT -5
Meanwhile, back at the ranch school, Sunny paused in her pursuit of the metal creature, wondering who that strange cackling woman was.
"Elphaba?" she said, which meant, "Who are you, strange cackling woman?"
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Post by Deleted on Jul 12, 2006 11:46:42 GMT -5
The Creature heard the sound of Sunny's voice and turned its head. Good, she had stopped following it. It Opened up the door of the kitchens. It sat among the cupboards and thought, in a state that might be called sleep, if it could sleep at all now. But it thought. It thought about what is was like before. what it was like when it was human.
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Post by jtb on Jul 12, 2006 11:54:26 GMT -5
OOC- Oh, yeah, I would like to add a minor thing to my character- he is an awesome sword fighter. He makes his sword out of his skin. It like grows out of his hand and he fights with it.
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Jack
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Post by Jack on Jul 13, 2006 11:39:02 GMT -5
"Ernest what nonsense your brother speaks." There was a scraping sound as Esme dragged her new shoes on the ground and put her arm around Ernest. "He wants all of VFD for himself. HE wants to control us all. Cackle Cackle! KIll him Ernest! Join me! We can be LOVERS!"
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Post by Skeleton Key on Jul 13, 2006 13:55:07 GMT -5
Ernest recoiled. "Ew! Definately not!"
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Post by jtb on Jul 14, 2006 21:12:40 GMT -5
Dewey said in disgust, "Esme, do you wish to take me on?"
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Post by Jack on Jul 16, 2006 19:18:43 GMT -5
I have a boyfirend, thank you very much. You aren't rich, and you are not in.
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Post by jtb on Jul 17, 2006 19:16:47 GMT -5
Dewey recoiled ferociously, and his muddy skin on his hand, boiled and bubbled. A sharp sharp sharp sword of of mud grew out, and as the butt of it popped out he caught it and held it as if he was going to stirke the demoness.
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Post by Jack on Jul 20, 2006 14:06:12 GMT -5
"Eww you are sooo grosss!" Esme's eyes grew black and she raised her hands into the air, summoning lightning, and she slowly glided into the night's air.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 26, 2006 12:56:18 GMT -5
Frank saw all this from watching in the bushes. As soon as Ernest was distracted, he ran out, grabbed him, and ran back away from Dewey. "What were you thinking, you fool?" Ernest snarled at him, "Um.... I don't know. You got all my plan-making abilities!"
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Post by jtb on Aug 4, 2006 16:11:34 GMT -5
As Dewey deflected lightning from Esme, he heard the bushes make a sound. And he saw Ernest being pulled away out of the corner of his eye. He threw his sword at Esme and launched himself at the bushes.
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