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Post by Tay on Oct 27, 2008 20:08:45 GMT -5
Tay gaped at the new development. "Artard, you're gonna die." She said sympathetically. "I mean, you'll never be able to take on an experienced guard! They're gonna eat you alive!" She went on, not helping matters.
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Post by artair on Oct 27, 2008 20:17:23 GMT -5
“W-wha?” Artair stuttered, gulping hard. What was she gonna do to him? Was she gonna beat him to a pulp? “Y-yes ma’am! I… I’ll be th-there!” he stuttered in reply, his face going pale. Oh, man… what if she did beat him to a pulp? And what if she fired him afterwards? Oh, man! Either way, his uncle was going to kill him. That is, if he survived. He wobbled his way toward the door, having difficulty going a straight line from shock. He was toast. Dead toast.
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Post by Blair Averill on Oct 28, 2008 16:10:42 GMT -5
A weak smile took over Blair's happy one at the site of Artair acting the way he was. Did she come off scary? Good, strick some fear into the newbies. Sets them straight. Though the comment about eating him alive was a bit over the top. "Tay, I don't think any of my guards will eat him," she glanced at the girl.
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Post by Tay on Oct 28, 2008 17:17:58 GMT -5
"Yes they will, he's toast." Tay said happily. "I should go buy some butter..."
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Post by artair on Nov 1, 2008 10:25:53 GMT -5
"I'm not toast!" Artair shouted at Tay, just before going out the door in a hurry. He really disliked that girl.
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Post by Tay on Nov 5, 2008 9:19:14 GMT -5
Tay saluted Blair. "Captain Sir! Permission to be dismissed to go find butter, sir!" She said loudly, standing in attention.
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