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Post by Cute on Nov 9, 2010 19:26:16 GMT -7
No ideas.
What would make Rosie happy, that I can think of, is that Daemon needs to stop leaving her.
He needs to show her he can stay with her through critical times.
:/
Best I Could Come Up With..
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Post by Rogue of Night on Nov 9, 2010 19:29:28 GMT -7
ooc: He's trying though!! D:
But when she keeps telling him she's LEAVING him, then that doesn't really help x.x
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Post by Cute on Nov 9, 2010 19:31:12 GMT -7
ooc.
Bwhaha.
Testing time.
DUDE I HAVE AN IDEA.
Can Daemon hurt her again. Puhlease?
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Post by Rogue of Night on Nov 9, 2010 19:38:11 GMT -7
ooc: Um...I guess...?
If you wanna skip time, then you wanna start?
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Post by Cute on Nov 9, 2010 19:38:30 GMT -7
ooc.
SKIPTIME. :3
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Post by Rogue of Night on Nov 9, 2010 19:42:12 GMT -7
ooc: Okay. You starting then or am I supposed to?
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Post by Cute on Nov 9, 2010 19:43:43 GMT -7
You start.
-conjuring plot-
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Post by Rogue of Night on Nov 9, 2010 19:45:39 GMT -7
ooc: Alright.
bic: Daemon grunted. It had been six and a half months since he had left Rosie's Glade, and with a great deal of force, had managed to push her memory to the back of his mind. He was now standing, watching at the edge of the training ring, as some new recruits were being drilled.
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Post by Cute on Nov 9, 2010 19:50:33 GMT -7
Rosie was alone in the world once more. She had forgotten about Daemon so quickly, so didn't remember his name. Pickle was by her side as he was afraid Daemon would come back. Rosie didn't mind; she liked his company.
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Rosie dipped her feet in the cold water by the small pond with drifted into the river. It was sunset; the most beautiful time of day. She smiled at the lovely colors the setting sun had painted on the skies.
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Post by Rogue of Night on Nov 9, 2010 19:57:23 GMT -7
"Are you pleased?"
Daemon nodded. "Aye, I am."
"Good, then I'll give them the paperwork to fill out."
Daemon turned and left through the large gateway, striding confidently toward his shelter. He had paid no further attention to any of the women, resorting to concentration involving his work instead. He was badass, and everyone knew not to mess with him.
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Post by Cute on Nov 9, 2010 20:02:54 GMT -7
Rosie had many men over her; yet she denied them all. After what Daemon and herself had, she never wanted a man in her life. She would die loverless.
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Post by Rogue of Night on Nov 9, 2010 20:07:39 GMT -7
"Daemon, sir, we've got an urgent mission that just came through," his second-in-command called.
Daemon, who had just been changing for the event, exited his residency, taking the parchment and studying it carefully. He grinned, blood red eyes focusing on his subordinate. "I'm going alone."
The man blinked. "But it's assassination...."
"I know. This one's all mine."
The man hesitated a moment longer before nodding. "Alright then. Be careful."
"I'll return before sundown." And with that, the demon disappeared in a blur, already moving swiftly through the trees.
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Post by Cute on Nov 9, 2010 20:11:17 GMT -7
Rosie hummed with glee as she watched a bird and her hatching eggs. She despised children, besides Pickle, yet seeing birth happening before her eyes. Rosie sighed and stood, placing her combat boots on her delicate free. Carefree, she walked away, worry free.
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Post by Rogue of Night on Nov 9, 2010 20:16:32 GMT -7
He was like a falcon, speeding through the foliage at the fastest pace known to mankind. He was unstoppable, unbeatable, and about to find closure.
Daemon leapt down into the clearing known as the Drelf's Glade, pulling out his blade as eyes smoldered. "Rosie," he called.
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Post by Cute on Nov 9, 2010 20:18:11 GMT -7
Rosie stopped at the call of her name. She hasn't heard that voice in ages. "Yes, Daemon.." The Drelf hissed with absolute hatred.
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