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Post by timmy on Nov 23, 2005 0:58:19 GMT -5
Timmy heaved a sigh. "Well, if your folks can't help us out here, the best I can do is maybe disguise Sky here as a shrubbery or a shed or something, but that would require him to sit really still all day long. If your folks can't help, we may have to look elsewhere for a cure, because I'm not sure if any of my technology can undo magic."
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Post by Chris Strongheart on Nov 23, 2005 8:38:46 GMT -5
"My grandpapa should know. He was the last person to use the spell... also the last person that flubbed it as well," she admitted. She came from a family of wizards so... maybe they could help. And she doubted the other spell she knew would come in handy. 'Kala bolvinamo' was only useful... if you wanted your drink to become milk. She mentally sighed. Yeah, real handy.
"Well, we can look on the bright side for the moment - Breog's no longer around," Christine said, glancing about. "Probably went back..." her voice trailed off and she gave a slight weak laugh. "But he's... oooh..." She sat down, hard on the ground. "Have I said I hated my life yet today?"
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Post by timmy on Nov 23, 2005 12:36:01 GMT -5
"No, not really," Timmy idly observed. His mind was preoccupied with finding a way to keep suspicion off of Gorbash/Sky, as well as come up with an excuse to explain Sky's absence, which will be noticed soon enough.
"The first thing we need to do is keep people from getting suspicious until we get the cure. Someone's bound to notice Sky's missing soon enough. Maybe we can say he's got hexatitis and no one can see him?"
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Post by Chris Strongheart on Nov 23, 2005 12:55:20 GMT -5
"That could work," Christine ventured. "Or we could concoct a family emergency and relay it to his parents but make it not too serious because if Sky goes chances are Brandon would have to go." She pursed her lips together and thought. "We could always say it was a meeting about what to do since his break up with uh, what was that woman's name? The one with the first letter being D. Oh, you know who I'm talking about."
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Post by specialist on Nov 25, 2005 2:26:36 GMT -5
Sky knew all the well who 'D' was. He rolled his eyes. "We can think of some excuse, but if people get suspicious and start contacting my family, it'll be a disaster, so we better find a cure fast."
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Post by Chris Strongheart on Nov 25, 2005 9:05:55 GMT -5
"What part of I'm working on it are you people not hearing?" Christine huffed, crossing her arms over her chest. "I just need to contact the right people."
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Post by specialist on Nov 28, 2005 13:44:58 GMT -5
Sky stuck his tongue out. "Alrighty, I'll leave you to it."
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Post by Chris Strongheart on Nov 28, 2005 13:48:07 GMT -5
Christine instinctively moved out of the way, almost as if she was afraid that he had breathed fire. "Would you be careful?" she asked. "The last thing we need is for you to accidentally breath fire." That would be entertaining - a mess, but entertaining.
And that would be one hell of a lesson. She mentally shuddered at the thought of having to teach Sky how to breath fire. Maybe they wouldn't... Oh, right... They would have to... Just so he could fly. Oh, joy. Such fun. Teaching a dragon how to breath fire. Hm.. Maybe she could convince her stepfather to let her toast marshmallows during the lesson... 'Mmmm... marshmallows...' she thought, before mentally changing the subject.
'Ommadon is probably sitting in Loathly Tower laughing himself sick at the sight of a dragon that doesn't know how to be a dragon,' she thought. She shuddered at the thought of any of them having to deal with him. Nothing good could come of dealing with Ommadon.
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