heh, well... It looks like I've already been dragged into this one. *grin* oh, and as a reference, she's always bursting with ideas, so don't think it's a one time thing *grins wider*

of course, it would be nice if she posted for Toran *signifigant look* lol, I'm jk.

Anyway, I'm in, with Faile, of course.

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poor eben, limited by his lack of homosexuallity

not that I'm gay, or anything... really!

*grins and makes pincher claws*

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ooc: that might not work out Faile, you're going down the path of strength and a katana certainly isn't going to work for that... oh, and by the way, I don't know if you picked this up from our bios but we got this whole thing about how since I can pritty much only fight with Danian's left arm, he's relpacing that strenght with speed, and since Dorian can't be speedy cuz of his blindness, he will be stronger.

IC: Danian kept his eyes locked on hers best he could as she circled him once she stopped in front of him, they continued their staring battle once more. “You look like you could be strong, perhaps we will try a Battle Axe or a Great Sword… but we shall see how you- handle- the sword that you have with you. Let me see it, please.â€

Danian drew his katana, tring to hide his startlement the best that he could, for he did not want to give Deneira any sort of advantage. Both of his arms extended, she examined the blade and hilt, examining it thouroghly. When she took the blade into her own hands, Danian's eyes widened. When she noticed his expression, his suprise turned into anger once more with her coment. “Don’t tell me you are afraid of a woman with a weapon!†Danian still stared at her, it was not that he was afraid of a woman with a weapon, he was afraid of this particular woman with a weapon, and him unarmed.

Deneira replaced the blade in his hands, and reached for her own blade. Unsure as to whether she ment to fight him, Danian was begining to become worried. When she handed him her scimitar, he exhaled a breath Danian was not aware was inside of him. “There, you take my blade, ill take yours!†She said this with disgust and contempt that just sparked Danian's anger further into a rage, and the hate that was boiling inside of him bubbled to the surface.

Danian began swinging around Deneira's blade, feeling the weight and inspecting the sharpness and style. One of Carl's first lessons was, "You can tell a lot of a man by his blade." Well, in this case it was a woman, but the same thing applied. Her blade was heavier than his but not necisarily slow. In fact, Danian thought that the blade would be fast, perhaps as fact as his own. From the blade, for some reason, Danian thought that Deneira was a pacifist, slow to fight.

This confused Danian, from what he had seen of her, she was an angry and insulting person. It just seemed so odd, that someone like himself, not liking to fight, would hate him so much. It didn't make sence to Danian, from what he was feeling from her blade, they had at least one thing in common, why did she hate him so much? Danian knew that it was somehow because of his disability, but why did that make her so furious?

Deneira spoke again, this time giving Danian his blade back and taking hers. “It’s a good blade, I approve.†Danian was still confused, although he was hating the beautiful woman in front of him, Danian didn't have the slightest idea of why she hated him. Deneira hated him since the moment she saw him, and Danian had no idea why. She let her hair loose, and Danian was pondering this mystery. Danian was so focused on it, that he almost didn't hear when she talked to him.

“Come on, you can tell me about your past weaponry, and I can relax. Hurry up, boy.†Almost gaping, Danian sat where Deneira had instructed, and began to tell about his past. "Well, I started my weaponry not to long ago," Danian decided to leave the assasins out. He knew that she would only snear at him and probibly hate him more for escaping. "From a private mentor with my brother." Danian winced slightly, he shouldn't have brought Dorian into this. "He taught us until he decided that we should come here to learn from the best."

Danian knew that she would like very much to send him and Dorian back to Altera, and he would work harder than he had ever before to make sure that he could somehow prove that he was not worthless. Danian's hate bubbled to the surface, he should not have to go to extents so he would not be treated like dirt. Although he hated her, Danian was willing to work as hard as he had to, to earn Deneira's respect. Danian would work hard to end her hate. Danian gazed into Deneira's eyes. But first, he would work hard to solve this mystery, and find out why she hated him so much.

Jason: wait? You don't know what voices are???? Voices, although commonly believed to be your past life or a biproduct of insanity, is actually the biproduct of two or more souls being reborn into the same body when there is not enough physical beings to house all of them. Of these souls, only one is dominant and in control of the body, thus the others are shunted to the side and considered evil or sometimes worthless *glares at eben* You see, it is essentiall to treat the voices as genuine human beings, for in the next life you may not be in the same body.

Bob: Exactly, that's why Jason and I have such a good relationship. Although I sometimes get shunted to the side, he respects me more than most do, which is why I will be eternally greatful for being reborn with him.

Jason: awww, bob, that means so much to me!

*another mental hug*

IC: Of all the people that could direct him, Noy was glad that Ged was the one. He trusted Ged with his life and could follow him blindly.

A small voice in the back of his head screamed to Noy that he could never trust anyone, should never trust anyone. Noy silenced the voice and strained his ears for some sound of Ged's voice. "All right, Noy", he called out, "Two steps left then a little one forward - Stop!" Noy took two steps and began his one little one when he froze his body completely.

Light, Noy guessed that he had almost stepped in a white circle and was irritated that he could not see at all. This blindness was beyond irritating, it was eating at Noy. How could he move without his sight?

Dispite his annoyance, he still walked where Ged told him to. As Ged continued to call out directions, Noy guessed that he must have misstepped because a body slammed into him and dragged him off to the start. (OOC: sorry if I miss RPed Covai, but I can just see him slamming into Noy and dragging him off) With exclamations of suprise and anger, Noy began again.

Determined not to be taken back to the start again, Noy followed Ged with a new obediance. He stepped only where Ged told him to step and only in the direction that Ged said. Noy did not shuffle or shift at all. He only wished that he would get to the mellon soon.

ooc: so how do we decide which team gets to the melon first? Do we just say it's whoever RPs it first?

Jason: Bob, you know that you mean a lot to me... Things just aren't working out between us. I need my space and I'm a free spirit. I really vaule our relationship and never want it to crumble. I'm so, so sorry if it seemed like I didn't want to be with you, I just hope you understand...*sniffle*

Bob: Oh Jason, you know that I can never stay mad at you for long.

*mental hug*

hearing voices isn't bad, it's only bad if you answer back!

Bob: Do you answer back to me???

Jason: No Bob, go away!

Bob: Never!!!!

Jason: SHUT UP BOB!!!!!!!!!

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"She was the sister to my great Gradfather, Sheir. She left him to die and became a Witch. My mother had wanted me to become one of them. I think they came for me. The Withces, they came here to take me to their Lair." Thurin knew that there was no way they all came for her, and Shirae seemed to know it too. He was about to say how unlikely it was that they had come just for her, but she spoke up first.

"You should go. Help the others. The Witches must die. I'll be fine now. The Witches are not in this corridor anymore." It must be terrible, knowing that you are related to a witch, but Thurin respected her. He remembered when he first came and thought that all of the women Children would be useless.

This woman, although injured, was braver than Thurin was. She was dealing with the pain that was so obviously ailing her, and told him to leave her unprotected. His instincts as a man told him not to leave her like this, vulnerable, but he also knew that she was not just a woman, she was strong.

With much difficulty, Thurin tore his way out of the room, but not without first retreving all of his knives. Thurin heard who he thought was Arala shout that the witches could not hurt them, but paid her no mind. Instead, he mearly ran foward through all of the fireballs and lightning bolts that came his way and attacked the clearly afraid Aes' Sedai.

Something was not right. Thurin had heard that even in death, witches stayed serene and calm. This terror aparant on their faces was not what he knew of Aes' Sedai. Of course, he did not know much, there were few completely real tales of Aes' Sedai in Amadicia, but Thurin was sure that this, at least, was true.

Ignoring the oddity, Thurin simply kept slashing, he had witches to kill.

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*slaps Kadere* GET UP YOU STUPID *****!!!!

that should get some responce... maybe

*thwaps ell* you think I am one of those stalkers who just stays in the dark all day and watches him??? No way sista, if you think that you can just take Rahvy, you got another thing commin, and I fight dirty, so don't you think that you will win.

*licks Rahvin*

*nods* yes, definatly

*giggles in a girlish way* I love you randy poo, but there are more awards still, and the passing of the torch *nods*

Now that that is settled, how about I stalk you into a nice dark place... *giggle*

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*sigh* Isn't it ovbious??? Don't draw with paint, draw with perminant marker!!!

*makes burning arrows in the sky pointing to Faile* HERE SHE IS!!!!!!!!

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