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Post by Tout-Perd on Aug 28, 2007 19:48:06 GMT -5
OOC: Anybody else, or should I just force it along to the next scene?
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Post by kazkame on Jan 4, 2008 14:46:02 GMT -5
OOC: move it
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Post by Beelzebibble on Jun 18, 2008 23:52:29 GMT -5
OOC - You know, I shouldn't be dragging another unjustly-comatose RP and waving it around in Lee's face until Chords is finished...
But hot damn this topic has potential. I prescribe one (1) Phoenix Down.
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Post by Tout-Perd on Jun 19, 2008 22:49:36 GMT -5
OOC: I was kinda hoping to have Bulbs in it, but yes, I've been intending a revival. Expect one next weekish.
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Post by bulbaboy on Jul 26, 2008 0:54:06 GMT -5
OOC - Woot
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Post by Tout-Perd on Jul 26, 2008 1:04:31 GMT -5
OOC: Aw dang, time to revive it... Looks like I'll post as said either late, late tonight, or late on Sunday.
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Post by Tout-Perd on Nov 4, 2008 0:52:18 GMT -5
"Both of you gentlemen are up for a light supper, I take it?" Thyra reached into the thick felt folds of her grey overcoat, producing a small coin purse. She snapped it open, and produced three coins. "I'll treat. It's the least I can do, at the moment, to compensate you both for the trouble that you're going through," Thyra stepped into line behind a construction worker.
"It's somewhat odd feeling, really. You expect certain people to stand by you, to help you. You think that they're the ones to go to when you're in need..."
"Then, things actually go bad, and it turns out that the real heroes come from out of left field." Thyra sighed, a grin settling on her face.
"We aren't heroes, Miss Russell. We're just people who aren't barbaric enough to disregard when a young lady needs a hand," Sly responded, fidgeting slightly.
"Is that so? Regardless, I thank both of you from the bottom of my heart," Thyra approached the stand, setting the quarters down quietly. "Three sandwiches, three coca colas, please."
"What kind, young lady?" The man tending to the stand asked.
"Chicken salad for me, please." Thyra said calmly.
"Egg salad, thank you," Sly requested, and muttered as an aside, "Never really did care for meat much."
After Terrian had made his order, the trio set out once more, increasing their pace slightly. Thyra nibbled at her sandwich, the waxed paper it had been wrapped in rustling noisily in contrast to her quiet footsteps.
"I hope that I'm not keeping either of you from anything..."
"It's okay. I don't have anybody at home anymore, anyways," Sly took a swig from his soda.
"My son is currently pursuing some business opportunities with a shipping company in Panama, and-" Sly took a deep breath. "My wife was killed during the Great War. She was a Navy nurse, lost in the field." He paused, rubbing his temples. "Really, I don't know why I'm saying it straight up to both of you like this. Maybe it's that Miss Russell just had something similar, and deep down, I'm hoping that it'll let her know how much I understand her pain, or maybe-"
"Maybe I'm just trying to leech sympathy out of people, now that everybody's got their mourning wear out and have their shoulders ready for people to cry on." ------- Zebedee walked in silence besides Jason, the only noise the occasional cough. The former preacher was tempted to raise a conversation, but the haste of the group breaking up had left an awkward feeling in the air.
"So..."
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Post by Beelzebibble on Nov 4, 2008 10:06:03 GMT -5
Terrian looked blankly up at the sky. Unless the night had passed when he hadn't been paying attention, it wasn't morning yet. He shrugged the middle-aged man's comment off and resumed eating his roast beef.
Then, feeling he might be being insensitive, he said, "No, sorry, I'm really sorry to hear that." And, in the half-hope that it would lighten the mood, added, "If it makes you feel any better, I don't think you two are competing to leech my sympathy."
It occurred to him that he had ignored Miss Russell's question. "Oh -- and -- well, I guess I was hoping to get an early night because I want to attend a trial tomorrow morning, but I think this is more important, huh?"
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Post by Hamuu on Dec 20, 2008 22:21:22 GMT -5
OOC - Are we still gonna keep going, cause all I need is a quick re-read and I will be good to go.
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Post by Tout-Perd on Dec 20, 2008 22:31:18 GMT -5
OOC: We can keep going. I just put this low on the list since it A) Isn't advancing any plots/overarching stories in ORP, and B) Was only me and Photu until now.
BTW, two other questions: What about Justice, and what about our proposed battle topic? I'm hitting shattered right now, but it'll be about half an hour till that post.
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Post by Beelzebibble on Dec 20, 2008 22:33:50 GMT -5
OOC: Yeah, what about End Game and Whisper? Good question, Lee, good question.
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Post by Tout-Perd on Dec 20, 2008 22:50:45 GMT -5
OOC: Whisper will get posts in a bit. Probably tomorrow.
End Game will be almost as hard to write as Shrinking, so probably after I get my new writing setup (Wednesday/Thursday).
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Post by Hamuu on Dec 20, 2008 23:04:18 GMT -5
OOC: Justice... thats the pokemon one right?... maybe.... idk though...
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Post by AngelicTragedy on Jan 8, 2009 0:51:18 GMT -5
OOC- Should I take this topic to the hospital and give it a nice dose of Vitamin DL?? I actually just read it and am thinking about posting if you all are interested.
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Post by Tout-Perd on Jan 8, 2009 1:01:04 GMT -5
OOC: We're at a little hiccup right now. We need Kaz to open the factory up, though I can auto through that if neccessary. Though there is room for more people, certainly, and will be a whole DELUGE of cameo roles and such in the next really big scene. Like double digits.
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Post by Hamuu on Jan 30, 2009 17:58:20 GMT -5
OOC: Where oh where has our little Kaz gone?
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Post by kazkame on Jan 30, 2009 23:12:58 GMT -5
Occ: Were you guys waiting this whole time on me ?
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Post by Tout-Perd on Feb 1, 2009 19:29:05 GMT -5
OOC: Not really, but we were using you as an excuse to delay. Anyways, if you could let us into the factory, we could move onto the planning for getting into the archives. Then, after we hit the archives, things go from mysterious to... Well, you'll see.
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