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Post by DanteMGalileo on Aug 9, 2008 21:40:35 GMT -5
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Stealing from merchants just to stay alive. Doing mercenary work on the side wasn't helping. He was forced to flee to the north just to stay alive... For what?
He was a boy, though he had seen the troubles of a person twice, no, thrice, his age. The tundra didn't agree with him either. Unlike his redheaded friend, he was a novice, vulnerable to the elements of nature. Especially the cold.
Li'l D knew that boy, with eyes and hair the color of blood, would be here. Even if it might be for the hot springs only.
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Post by 42zombies on Aug 10, 2008 17:13:18 GMT -5
Stanley entered the hot springs cautiously, carrying a brown shopping bag full of... something. This new dimensions wasn't presenting many opprutunities for him to use his skills. He had hoped that a visit to this soothing locale would help him think, but the stench of stupidity and greed choked the air no matter where he went.
He felt truly alone.
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Post by DanteMGalileo on Aug 10, 2008 22:51:49 GMT -5
"That lazy, good-for-nothing coward! We left me to deal with our mission! I bet he's slacking off in the hot springs. I wouldn't be suprised, he's rather fond of skipping work!" Li'l D thought, wondering if the taller boy had truely abandoned him.
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