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Post by Jessy Jackson on Jun 5, 2005 6:21:01 GMT -5
(((Continuation of Scratches and Flames)))
(((Kayley)))
"Here. Of all places here! The Dojo. And what, exactly, am I meant to do? This is madness!" I muttered to myself as I entered the building. "What the hell am I meant to do? Bloody cryptic god."
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Post by Jackson ''Doc'' Ellison on Jun 5, 2005 6:23:49 GMT -5
"Kayley?" Mal said as she entered. "thank heavens I thought you'd left. We're in a situation and he won't talk to anyone."
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Post by Jessy Jackson on Jun 5, 2005 6:31:54 GMT -5
(((Kayley)))
"Doesn't suprise me in the slightest, Mal," I replied heavily, sighing and flopping down into a chair. "Where is everybody else?"
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Post by Jackson ''Doc'' Ellison on Jun 5, 2005 6:41:00 GMT -5
"Ashley and the SLayers are in the building next door. the others are on the look out for Audra and Rogue. Apparently they blew up a buildnig. As far as we can tell Doc had a run in with them. Oh, and don't call him Doc."
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Post by Jessy Jackson on Jun 5, 2005 6:57:05 GMT -5
"I won't. That would be like calling myself Karen, wouldn't it?" I remarked, closing my eyes.
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Post by Jackson ''Doc'' Ellison on Jun 5, 2005 7:00:06 GMT -5
"You know then?" The AI asked. "Kayely, please be careful. I don't like this at all."
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Post by Jessy Jackson on Jun 5, 2005 7:05:52 GMT -5
"Nobody does, except possibly some twisted fate thing. Where is he?" I asked.
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Post by Azoth (Kyler) on Jun 6, 2005 3:09:14 GMT -5
(((Can I join this?)))
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Post by Jackson ''Doc'' Ellison on Jun 6, 2005 5:14:59 GMT -5
(((If you must.)))
"In the garage," Mal said. "Fixing teh paintjob on his car."
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Post by Azoth (Kyler) on Jun 6, 2005 5:40:07 GMT -5
(((Sorry... but what's been happening recently in this story?)))
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Post by Jackson ''Doc'' Ellison on Jun 6, 2005 5:50:48 GMT -5
(((Rogues gone evil, teamed up with Audra, they scratched Doc's car, blew up a building and Doc turned into Francois for the first time in months. Only completely into Francois.)))
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Post by "Rogue" Annie Amina Cross on Jun 6, 2005 7:52:53 GMT -5
((Lots of action, pain and all the other stuff mixed in.))
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Post by Jessy Jackson on Jun 6, 2005 11:40:05 GMT -5
"I see. God, Mal, what am I meant to do?" I held my head in my hands.
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Post by Jackson ''Doc'' Ellison on Jun 6, 2005 15:12:57 GMT -5
"At risk of sounding insane, perhaps talking will help," the AI offered. "You may be the only one that can help him."
"Why me?"
"Why not?"
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Post by Jessy Jackson on Jun 7, 2005 0:44:26 GMT -5
"I walk in there and say hello to a guy that would rip my guts out if he was the tiniest bit upset? When his car has been damamged?" I stood up. "You are so paying for my funeral. I hate lilies." I took a deep breath and walked to the door that led to the garage. I was terrified of what lay behind the door.
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