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Post by Cole on Jul 25, 2011 7:43:02 GMT -7
:: OOC ::
I know, I haven't done this is foreeeever.
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Post by Laya on Jul 25, 2011 19:40:59 GMT -7
ooc;; Haha, I know right?
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Post by Alzella on Jul 31, 2011 4:27:53 GMT -7
OOC: I remember this rp~ *rolls* We should start up one of the stashed plots. *goes digging*
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Post by Alzella on Jul 31, 2011 4:40:37 GMT -7
OOC: I vote for the "everyone gets shrunk into tiny children and wants macaroni" one, mostly because a lighthearted crack plot seems like a pleasant idea right now~
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Post by Rogue of Night on Aug 2, 2011 20:37:26 GMT -7
I agree. I agree whole heartedly!
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Post by Laya on Aug 2, 2011 20:38:30 GMT -7
ooc; We have stashed plots?
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Post by Rogue of Night on Aug 2, 2011 20:39:37 GMT -7
ooc: Dude, we totally do. And I forgots to use ooc in my last post o3o
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Post by Laya on Aug 2, 2011 20:40:35 GMT -7
ooc; XDXD No worries. And I totally didn't know that. Or I just forgot..
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Post by Rogue of Night on Aug 2, 2011 20:51:05 GMT -7
ooc: I only remembered when Alze mentioned it x3
You wanna role play? I'm in da mood for some awesomeness ^^
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Post by Laya on Aug 4, 2011 20:53:51 GMT -7
ooc; Rp.. what? Lol.
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Post by Alzella on Jul 12, 2012 21:54:32 GMT -7
OOC: Rp a plotz? Plots Page. BIC: Zephyr meandered down the hallway, trailing his fingers against the wall. Blue sparks flicked through the air. His eyes had a faraway expression to them. He didn't seem to be thinking, for if he were in the right state of mind, there wouldn't be electric blue sparks in the air. Alze raced around the opposite corner and smack straight into him. They nearly tumbled to the ground, head-over-heels, but Alze caught herself with her fingers. She fell into a racer's starter position and used the remaining momentum to race away. Zephyr remained on the floor. The black sclera of his eyes was clearly visible. His lips parted, words formed--and a wolf raced by. His gaze narrowed. Why was there a black wolf in the palace and why was it chasing his jester? He rolled backwards onto his feet, dusted his coat, turned, and followed. Blue electricity sparked around each footfall. |
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