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  • in reply to: Circle of Eights, Stories #358
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      Sam was feeling better now… He eventually accepted to drink Becky’s mixture :yahoo_drooling: and eat some rice, but he insisted on putting some curry in it.

      After that they went out for a tour in gondola, they were to meet Al and Tina in the CP of Central Park.

      in reply to: The Room of Requirements #1485
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        Well ;)) another question about some style stuff… in Yuki’s Diary how are you doing these big font dates?

        :face-grin:

        in reply to: Join me for a gourd of langoat milk…… #1367
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          need a drink of Blimey old Whiskey :pirate:

          in reply to: Circle of Eights, Stories #357
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            Yann was thinking about their first kiss. They were not in physical proximity but the sensations were quite real, and it was enhanced by their mergence. When he talked about that with Quintin, his friend told him he had felt it too. He was in Scotland at that time, and they were playing energy games and creating connections. It was very intense and more and more intimate.

            Yann was in Scotland with his friend Bruno, and one night, as they were sleeping in the same bed, Yann was dreaming of Quintin, he was taking his hand. At that moment, Yann was also aware that his friend Bruno was taking his hand in the “real” world. He’d been thinking that his friend was channeled by Bruno, it was a fun idea :)

            They eventually planned a meeting in real life as soon as Yann would be back from Scotland… 4 days. Quintin even met Yann’s parents then, as his friend Bruno had organized a “surprise” for Yann’s birthday. When Quintin arrived at the train station, they both were feeling a bit awkward, didn’t really know how to say hello :yahoo_big_hug: :yahoo_thinking: :yahoo_kiss: :yahoo_thinking: well for now a hug was perfect. Yann was feeling a strong desire to kiss his friend, he was very attracted and the feeling was quite different from their energy games in Scotland. The physical proximity was creating barriers that weren’t there before… maybe the fear of being intrusive or aggressive…

            One thing at a time… they were eventually together for 4 days. It was a beginning.

            Quintin had some stuffs to take care of before they could go to Yann’s appartment. Something to do with his previous appartment, mail to check, some stuffs to take… Nothing particular to tell about that… Yann let Quintin do what he had to do, though he had a strong desire to stroke his hair. After a moment, that’s what he did.

            Quintin smiled. Yann was feeling an intense warmth in his body and he approached his head and kissed him. Well, that was awkward :)) but soon they were very comfortably lying on the bed and playing different games.

            Wow thinking again about all that was making him feel hot. Better go to work a little.

            in reply to: Rafaela’s Random Ramblings #1854
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              going to catch up on some sheep :yahoo_praying:

              in reply to: The Room of Requirements #1483
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                well

                trying a bit of what’s possible

                and again…

                what’s that about? in the *wonder*+land+

                hey why are my “bq.” stuffs all blue? How do you make the yellow quote thingy Eric? :bounce:

                in reply to: Circle of Eights, Stories #349
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                  Yann had been musing with the idea of actually seeing dead people :-? how would he configure them? He’d been feeling different energies throughout the afternoon, some he couldn’t identify, and one very playfull of his friend Quintin :)… and now, he noticed it was 16:57…

                  in reply to: Circle of Eights, Stories #348

                  The Assassin was already in the room when Baul came in… Baul wasn’t sure if he would have prefered him not to be here so he could himself gather his mind. But he was well used to camouflage his feelings and inner struggle and his face was quite smiling, as usual.

                  Looking at the Assassin’s face, Baul was feeling very uncomfortable, he almost winced… the bluish glow of the dagger tatoo on the forehead of the man was quite disgusting. Baul kept smiling though, he wouldn’t dare show his own weakness to anyone, especially an Assassin. His eyes were piercing his soul, if Baul had believed in such thing he would have run away, but he didn’t believe in anything except himself and the power of money.

                  As the Assassin was never talking first, Baul presented his offer putting the object he had brought on the table.

                  — Open the chest. You’ll find your paiement inside.

                  :fleuron:

                  Ar’Am Khra was waiting, still gazing sharply at Baul, making him feel even more uncomfortable.
                  The Assassin was quite impressed with how the man Baul could master his own reactions, and though he was quite intrigued by what his client had brought, he wanted to play for a few moments. With a very slight movement of his eyebrows, so slight one wouldn’t have notice, he managed to add an irritation in his look. He saw the movement of fear in his client’s face, but still it was so subtle he could have imagined it.

                  :fleuron:

                  Baul pushed the chest toward the Assassin, a bit nervous, but he could …. a sudden thought came to his mind, wandering like a Strokgnutch in a henhouse. He swallowed imperceptibly… Had someone already put a contract on his head? He managed a smile as he was opening the chest for the Assassin.

                  :fleuron:

                  This Baul was quite impressive. Ar’Am Khra had known what he was thinking as though he could read his mind.

                  He lowered his eyes to look at what was in the chest. He really desired being surprised by his clients, and this one had never failed to surprise him…

                  :yahoo_alien:

                  Once again…

                  :fleuron:

                  Baul was surprised as the Assassin wasn’t showing any hint of the slightest emotion at all… Would he show anything else than disdain even once!?

                  :fleuron:

                  — A glubolín :yahoo_alien:

                  in reply to: Circle of Eights, Stories #347

                  She was focusing different aspects of herself differently and slowing down her vibrationnal quality in order to acquire that timely touch necessary to interact as she wanted in this particular dimension.

                  She was focusing on this… cave and adding her own energy to the movement of this seasonable exploration.

                  She could feel Malvina and a young female… Arona, yes as translation of her tone, speaking together.

                  She was feeling Buckberry was also attracted to the cave of his father.

                  She smiled… her dearest Georges was here too now.

                  Salome was fully focused now in one of the bluish glowing tunnels… she rippled a loving energy to the glukenitche who turned yellow of pleasure for a few seconds, and she walked through the rocky mount in the direction of the roockery.

                  in reply to: Circle of Eights, Stories #346
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                    Yann decided to buy a notebook and 3 pens that he could bring everywhere with him to do some sketches.

                    :notepad:

                    in reply to: Synchronicity #1531
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                      hahaha, bluish sync with the glukenitches’ droppings in this comment :p Malvina’s Dragon Rookery # 40

                      in reply to: Circle of Eights, Stories #345
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                        Sam was quite pleased actually to be so unwell, it was giving him an excuse not to go out in the newly flooded city… it was quite unusual and sudden, and he was also quite pleased that the flood was just stopping at the first floor ;))

                        Well he had news from Becky who wanted to come here and bring him some flowers and sweets. And he realized that he himself hadn’t their phone numbers… he’ll have to ask his friends.

                        The bell!!! :-O

                        :yahoo_time_out:

                        Becky was already here!? He was still in pajamas, Foo’kin gondolas, so much faster than the cabs…

                        in reply to: Circle of Eights, Stories #343
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                          Sam had a diarrhea… surely something he had eaten this morning he thought.
                          :yahoo_sick:

                          in reply to: The Room of Requirements #1480
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                            Great :bounce: :bounce: :bounce:

                            :yahoo_big_hug:

                            in reply to: Join me for a gourd of langoat milk…… #1365
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                              arf :yahoo_feeling_beat_up: still this new pathway stuff again, need some refreshment :yahoo_rolling_eyes: and a warm sun also :weather-clear:

                              in reply to: Synchronicity #1530
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                                hehe reading back the whole story today at work, and found a long oblong stone sync in the 29th comment :D referring to our last drawing :D let’s make them oblong stones then and maybe in another reality mud men but ;))

                                in reply to: The Room of Requirements #1478
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                                  Eric I wanted to know if when I edit a very old comment that isn’t on the last page, is it said somewhere so other readers could look for it?
                                  Or is it just me and the Administrator who know about it?
                                  :-?

                                  in reply to: Join me for a gourd of langoat milk…… #1364
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                                    Yeah! Someone had to, and it had to be you :yahoo_rofl:
                                    By the way TP, what does Yikes exactly mean :-?

                                    in reply to: Join me for a gourd of langoat milk…… #1362
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                                      Hahahaha :face-kiss: that’s sooooo rude Tracy Pooh :yahoo_laughing:

                                      in reply to: Circle of Eights, Stories #327

                                      The rain was pouring cabbages :weather-showers: for several days now, almost the whole week… Baul was fed up with that filthy weather of Cromash Tur. The capital of this 4th kingdom was quite nice and pleasurable, but it lacked sun and warmth… Baul had come to Nâabooli, the capital of Cromash, in order to settle an arrangement. Something quite particular that he couldn’t find in his own land of Erpet Mesh. He’d been travelling for weeks with his guards and servants when he arrived in the city and all that for some foo’kin rain! But something more important than brooding and pouting was on his mind.

                                      Tonight he was alone, no servant, no guard… he was wearing a black coat made of goat skin on his usual blue and yellow silk robe, he couldn’t wear anything else, his skin was too smooth and delicate. He was spending great amount of money to take care of his body, it was his own pride, and he considered himself as a very handsome and appealing male.

                                      The man he was about to meet wasn’t hiding, but oddly was acting in full sight. Nonetheless, Baul didn’t want to be seen with him, Baul was an ambassador of sort from Erpet and he couldn’t be seen entering in an Assassin’s house. In Cromash, the Assassins were quite a respectable and wealthy, but in Erpet they were outlaw… one of the numerous differences between the two kingdoms, one they would never agree upon. Baul found it quite useful though; many times he’d met Ar’Am Khra, one of the best of this profession.

                                      For this meeting, as always, Baul had chosen a tavern, the Landgurdy, called after one of the former 12 kingdoms. The 4 remaining ones were at war most of the times, they couldn’t maintain peace more than a few years at best, and Baul had found many ways of benefiting of this situation. Merchant, Ambassador, and much more. He was thriving with plotting :face-angel: :face-devil-grin: and it was quite useful to be one of the ambassadors of Erpet Mesh, offering him safety wherever he was going. It was one of the few respected rules that were common between the Warring Kingdoms.

                                      The Landgurdy was quite a crowded tavern, and the owner was a friend of his, though not really officially. There was that private room on the rear of the building, know only of a few chosen “friends”, so they could enter unnoticed by the usual customers and by would be spies. The rear door was seemingly leading into another building, and some arrangements had been made over the years.

                                      Baul knocked the code at the door, and a vasistas was open quickly and closed even more quickly. The door opened then and he entered in the darkness of the house. If anyone opened the door, he or she wasn’t there anymore, but Baul knew the place quite well as it wasn’t his first meeting with the Assassin.

                                      :fleuron:

                                      The Assassin was waiting in the small room, square shaped with only a wood table and one chair. No window. One dim lamp.
                                      He was sitting on the lone carved chair. His clients needn’t sit.
                                      They were mere beggers.
                                      The one that was coming now, was quite amusing.
                                      The first time he met him, Baul was quite young and inexperienced in his own skills. Though he was quite ambitious, Ar’Am Khra had to admit it.
                                      The usual reaction when seeing the Assassin’s pale complexion was shivers and disgust. He was used to it and it was a game that he had enhanced with a little bluish glowing dagger tattooed on his forehead.
                                      The dagger was the mark of his profession, though not so obviously exhibited by the others. Cowards.
                                      At that first meeting, Baul didn’t react the way his other clients did. And it was not influenced by his utmost concerns at that time. Beside his inexperience he was quite engrossed in what he had called his “mission”.
                                      Ar’Am Khra did not know of any mission, there were merely contracts.
                                      And he was doing what his clients were paying for.
                                      Accomplishing his contract even after the death of his clients.

                                      He was remembering of an amusing event.
                                      A client had hired him to end the life of another man, and the second man went a few days after to his office to beg him to kill the first man.
                                      The Assassin accepted the contract.
                                      A few days later he killed the second man.
                                      He executed the first one not long after that, thus respecting the second contract. :yahoo_skull:

                                      He never questioned the motives of his clients.
                                      It was not for him to judge or to understand. Though most of the time he did understand quite well.
                                      His main motivation was the payment and his own pride in expressing his skill with subtleties and newness.

                                      The door opened smoothly. Baul entered the room.

                                      :yahoo_alien:

                                      :fleuron:

                                      Yann and Quintin had an interesting chat during the afternoon. Yann had some new impressions about the map of Lord Wrick annotated by Quintin. Something about the Warring Kingdoms, triggered by a dream of an Assassin in one of them. It was frustrating not to be in the same room so Yann could show Quintin directly on the map, but with Internet there were some other options.

                                      The names of these lands were Ata’Meliu, Dam Adbor, Erpet Mesh and Cromash Tur. These 4 Kingdoms were rather scattered on the Lan’Ork part of the continent, pieces and bits everywhere, though Ata’Meliu was more in the center and the South of the Lan’Ork, Dam Adbor in the East and in the North, and Cromash Tur in the West and South West parts, Erpet was divided in 2 main areas, one located on the Northern land just before the Isthmus of Ghört’s Hammer, and a smaller one lost in the middle of Ata’Meliu.

                                      Yann only had the impression of 2 of the capitals, Naat Medin was the one of Erpet Mesh and Nâabooli of Cromash Tur.

                                      Quintin just sent him the map so he could draw some more comments and sketch the boundaries of the Warring Kingdoms. He didn’t know why, but he felt some movements were about to begin, some reconfigurations of the borders :world:

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