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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Mar 9, 2007 18:37:18 GMT -5
Denios isn't sure to what degree Zene is being sarcastic and to what degree she isn't, so he just shrugs. "Jewelry, I'll remember that."
"That's not a physical lightsaber", Denios replies.
He nods and smiles, knowing she will relax in a moment.
I thought you guys came here by ship, which would mean you... SAW all the ships. Either way, there's nothing impressive: Trading ships, a few bounty hunter ships with de-powered weapons, all of which is at least a Tier below what Mace sees daily.
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Post by Mace Parshath on Mar 9, 2007 20:05:27 GMT -5
Mace doesn't really care. He just likes ships. He will wander over to look over the trading ships, then bounty hunter ships, not trying to look like a cop or some investigating. He seems to admire the shape and power systems more than the weaponry or engines.
"Aye...good point. I guess I could get one for myself," Brent says.
Laura pulls out one of her caster pistols and looks it over, checking the chamber and slotting in a number 18 round (I believe that's a pretty weak round), and holsters the weapon. Maybe she can make some new rounds with the crystals...
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Post by sithofmacabre on Mar 10, 2007 2:34:36 GMT -5
"Ooh, or a chandelier!" The demon beams. "I want a chandelier by my window--with all the crystals shining in the light."
"We're trying to think of USEFUL purposes, Zenexoria." Xexilia sighs.
"It's useful. It's nice to stare at when I wake up in the morning, better than the sun itself!"
"Whatever! So besides the gift Denios mentioned, you don't really need any." Xex stuck out her tongue rudely, while Zenexoria pouted--and stuck out her own in reply, bending it to touch the bottom of her jaw to show off the length.
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Post by Mace Parshath on Mar 10, 2007 14:02:25 GMT -5
Brent grins in his own way ( :3 ) < like that, and randomly starts looking around, apparently anxious now to get moving. Jedi-Wannabe.
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Mar 16, 2007 13:35:32 GMT -5
A man seems to be watching the ships with Mace. But he is looking at a seemingly empty spot... [FN: 273].
"See, there's the spirit! Now let's find some crystals!"
Well, most of the rounds are roughly as strong, except for #4, 9 and 13. Also note there are new ones beyond the #20.
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Post by Mace Parshath on Mar 16, 2007 14:33:24 GMT -5
#4s, 9s, and 13s are the soul energy ones, right? The ones needing some of your own energy to use?
Brent's floating essence bounces a bit in agreement, waiting to see who their guide is into the Deep.
Mace looks over at the man and follows his gaze to the empty spot. He looks back at the man and after a bit, walks over and asked the man, "Excuse me, may I ask what it is you are looking at?" He wonders if maybe the man has some medical condition and he got caught in a dazed, hypnotic moment or something.
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Mar 16, 2007 15:20:43 GMT -5
Yes.
Denios begins to walk where Wicket told them to go.
The man smiles. "You can't see it?"
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Post by Mace Parshath on Mar 16, 2007 15:49:39 GMT -5
Mace blinks and looks down at the ground. "You mean the concrete? Yeah, it's pretty abundant." He begins to wonder about the man's sanity, but then realizes that anything is possible, and tries to feel around with his paranormal senses for anything out of the ordinary in the spot.
Brent happily follows Denios.
Laura looks to Wicket. "Mr. Warrick, do you any homes for sale in this area? We were considering possibly living here upon retirement."
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Post by sithofmacabre on Mar 16, 2007 22:24:09 GMT -5
"I was for a little while," Xexilia says. Zenexoria laughs, idly scratching at the scar across her eye.
"Try ten or fifteen years with My Master. Most of these scars are from him and Lord Sidious! Crazy bastard..." The demon waves her hand back and forth with another giggle. "Love an' hate him as I love and hate myself!"
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Mar 18, 2007 18:38:25 GMT -5
Mace now feels the barest outline of an object...
The group passes through Ewok villages. The Ewoks are doing crafts, repair, and other simple handwork, but of astounding skill. Hunters move out into the wood to provide food. Finally, coming to a darker area, a Ewok in forest green robes fingers a lightsaber just outside a large trail.
"We don't believe in 'selling'. You can apply for a home. You would get one easily."
"Double-sided lightsabers require lots of crystals."
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Post by Mace Parshath on Mar 18, 2007 19:40:33 GMT -5
"Must be pretty damn advanced if I can't pick the thing up or see it..." He tries to clear the image, letting mana particles congregate on to the outer surface of the object, particles he assumes only he can see, like being able to see moving radiation. This will hopefully give him an idea as to what he's looking at, the particles sticking to the outer surface and creating a picture for him.
"Oh, wonderful! Where do we apply?"
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Post by sithofmacabre on Mar 20, 2007 19:49:21 GMT -5
"Yeah, they're a bit annoying that way...But you know it's powerful then too!" Zene grins lightly, glancing off to the side. "Used to have a collection with me just in case. But that's probably been lost for years." She looks up at the treetops. "But, I can always start again! Nothing wrong with losing possessions."
Xexilia glances down at Staccato, who follows quietly, and a bit behind. "Staccato, what are you doing?"
"I don't want to find any spiders..." She mumbles quietly.
"What? What's so bad about them?"
"I gotta kill them if I see them." The child pouts, growing a bit grumpy as her jaw hurt from moving her muscle so much to raise her voice.
"..." Xexilia shakes her head before looking up to see the green-garbed Ewok by the path.
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Mar 21, 2007 17:22:04 GMT -5
Denios shrugs at Zene's logic and simply says, "I assume Voidess satisfies you?"
The Ewok speaks Basic more fluently than Wicket, but simultaneously with a more pronounced accent. He speaks very formally and politely, apparently still reconciling Ewok tribalism with the training under Luke. "You may call me Frikto Agalog. I will be your guide through this jungle."
The mana particles are diverted by a source, so ingeniously that Mace scarcely notices even paying quite a bit of attention. The particles begin to congeal, revealing the glowing outline of... a ragtag ship, something like a mix between a Hapan Battle Dragon, the Enterprise-D, Klingon Birds of Prey and the Millenium Falcon. "That's my beauty: The Glass Raven."
"Just speak to our Elders."
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Post by sithofmacabre on Mar 21, 2007 20:47:00 GMT -5
"It's not the only thing that satisfies..." Zene's grin widens, somewhat of a hint to other things, perhaps. "But it's an extravagant weapon, I like switching to my own double-ended for old times' sake."
"Thank you, Frikto," Xexilia bows her head with a grateful smile.
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Post by Mace Parshath on Mar 22, 2007 23:35:43 GMT -5
Brent nods and wonders what it would be like to be a jedi. He waits to follow the guide and Xexilia's group.
"Oh, so where are the Elders? Mind taking us to them?" Laura asks, wondering if this would take long. Maybe she could catch up to Brent and Xexilia in time...
Mace blinks at the ship and stares at the man next. "That's...just frickin' weird, dude. But my God, that's beautiful. Are you a trader?"
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Apr 23, 2007 23:45:50 GMT -5
Bless his heart, Denios is often totally inured to innuendo. Frikto gets it more immediately than Denios. "Uhhhhh... okay. I'm walking this way. Follow me, please."
Wicket says, "Our Elders meet to decide matters of community when needed in that building over there."
"Sure."
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