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~Torden~
"You can fly. Alone." I shrug. "Didn't realize you despised us so. And to think, I was going to share my favorite trilogy with you."
~Tristan~
"Geez, I didn't know I was that bad." I finish slurping the broth of my soup. |
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Solroi looms behind Jessei, "And I was unaware how fear inspiring I was." He comments drily. "My apologies, I was sending a letter over to England, to a old acquaintance of mine."
Jessei looks defeated at their responses. "Dooooommmmm." |
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~Torden~
"I'm driving. I need the kiddos alive and combat ready, by the time we get there." |
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A white-haired, frightened boy sits down at the table. "Uh, hello, there." |
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"Fair enough." SolRoi comments, "And add one more, we were followed." He gestures to Yvor.
Jessei slumps even more. "Ah.... Joy." |
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~Torden~
"If you're hungry, eat, otherwise, let's get going." I finish my sake.
~Tristan~
I munch on eggrolls contentedly. |
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"I-I'm good," he mumbles. |
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Solroi gives the man a impassive look.
Jessei finishes a bowl of Lo Mein. "Fenush~" |
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~Torden~
"Don't take the fortune cookies. Trust me." I stand, headed for the door. I quickly slide into Jefferson's seat and frown. "You scuffed. His steering wheel."
~Tristan~
I grap a cup of ice cream before we leave. "I call middle!" |
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Yvor follows them, hands linked behind his back. |
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SolRoi shrugs. "It was scuff the wheel or wreck the car." Jessei left alone for a moment snatches and cookie, breaking it in a claw and eating it. The paper she glances at, before heading out. |
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'Next time you disobey your ankin, it will be your death. <3'
Torden growls, strapping his seat belt. |
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Jessei slips into the car, eyes wide in horror, and sits huddled in the corner. "...." |
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Yvor smiles nervously at her. "Hey." |
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~Torden~
I smirk. "I tried to warn you."
~Tristan~
I look worriedly over at her. "Are...you...ok?" |
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"What did it say?" Yvor asks quietly. |
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There's a dark chuckle from the dark wizard. "It said, 'cheep'. She's only done that twice now in her entire life." |
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Yvor gulps. "And the first?" |
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~Torden~
"...Heh."
~Tristan~
This earns Jessei a hug. |
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Jessei yelps and struggles before popping into a miniature cat size of her actual form. ~O-oi!~ Springing to her Sires shoulder she scolds him in draconic trills.
"When I did that the first time." He notes. "And rest, hatchling." |
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"Um... Okay," Yvor says, unable to cope with the sheer randomness of the situation. |
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Jessei glares, hissing as her wings spread in defiance. "How else to you think I control her? Humiliation, a bit of pain, and lot of power." |
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~Torden~
"...I really....dislike you."
~Tristan~
"THAT'S RUDE!" |
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He hands the dragonet by the tail out of the window. "This is rude. That was polite. We had more room in the car." Jessei shrieks obscenities about him. |
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