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Post by Fel Touu on Apr 6, 2011 12:49:50 GMT -5
Kao opens and closes his mouth a few times. "I just want Evan back. Does it really matter how I do it?" He thinks. "Y-yeah. I need it." He admits, staring at the ground again.
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Post by Larksing on Apr 6, 2011 20:30:44 GMT -5
Fivel, mildly disapointed at Kao's thoughts, rolls her eyes sadistically and continues on.
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Post by Fel Touu on Apr 6, 2011 20:44:33 GMT -5
Kao follows Fivel. "Uh, do you know where we are? I kind of just woke up here."
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Post by Larksing on Apr 7, 2011 10:12:54 GMT -5
Fivel's emerald eyes cloud over with frustration. "No, not exactly." She says. "But my friends call it the Fathom World." She rubs her upper forearm, ignoring the pain.
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Post by Fel Touu on Apr 7, 2011 15:24:06 GMT -5
Kao's stomach drops. "The Fathom World? Does that mean that this place isn't in the real world?" He asks.
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Post by Larksing on Apr 7, 2011 15:41:23 GMT -5
Fivel looks up. "I don't know exactly." She says. "But the objects are real, the people are definitely real, and so..." A sharp branch had jutted out at her and left behind a long cut around her tightly muscled arm. "Yeah. Real." She winces, dabbing at the blood.
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Post by Fel Touu on Apr 7, 2011 15:43:40 GMT -5
"Hey, are you alright?" Kao asks, staring at the wound. "How'd you get hurt so badly? Oh, wait! Hold on for a second." He kneels down on the ground and closes his eyes. In front of him a small weed-like plant with broad yellow-green leaves starts to grow. "You've got to mush it up and put it on the cut." He explains while stripping the plant of it's leaves. "It'll help it heal faster."
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Post by Larksing on Apr 8, 2011 19:42:47 GMT -5
"I'm alright." Fivel insists, though her throat is tight with pain as the cut sits longer. It's deep and broad; not exactly the poster for 'alright'.
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Post by Fel Touu on Apr 9, 2011 16:20:41 GMT -5
"Heh. You're about as 'alright' as I am." He growls, carefully ripping up the leaves, wincing as he goes because he hates to hurt the plants he makes with his girl. "Spit." He instructs, holding out a handful of shredded leaves. Since there is no water around spit is the next best way to get the leaves wet enough to do any good. If Evan was here it would have been no problem...
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Post by Larksing on Apr 9, 2011 17:05:29 GMT -5
As alright as he, hmm? Fivel raises an eyebrow but obeys, spitting into her hand and then pouring into his. After some silence Fivel scans over him with her analyzing eyes. "What's your name?"
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