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Post by Phillis Von Christ on Oct 3, 2011 21:26:19 GMT -5
Phillis stood up, grabbing under Kyles knees to help keep him up. " You should, You're very dependent on me right now." he said, as he began walking towards a door.
Post by Kyle Black-Sky on Oct 3, 2011 21:30:32 GMT -5
"sorry.... im not usually this clumsy... i was raised as a thief, rogue, and assassin... Everyone would be ashamed of me because i failed to detect and avoid traps, plus i didnt get anything out of it...on top of that, im depending on someone i just met..." he had no clue why he was telling him all this.
Post by Kyle Black-Sky on Oct 3, 2011 21:37:47 GMT -5
"the people who taught me everything i know, they are my adopted family... i was abandoned at birth.... arounf age 10 or 11, a pack of werewolves came and slaughtered everyone but me. then they ran off with everything we owned."
Post by Kyle Black-Sky on Oct 3, 2011 21:53:40 GMT -5
"sorry... i had to tell someone. its been really bugging me...anyways...thanks, phillis." he almost felt like falling asleep against the other boys warmth. it was nice, having somebody be that close to him.
Post by Phillis Von Christ on Oct 3, 2011 21:55:04 GMT -5
"No problem." Phillis said, walking further and further. " I think the exit is coming up soon." They had been walking for quite a while, longer than either of them had realized.
Post by Phillis Von Christ on Oct 3, 2011 22:00:03 GMT -5
"Well it was day time when I arrived here.." Phillis said, as they arrived on the outside of the ruins. It was pitch dark. "And now it's night. It's been quite a while."
Post by Kyle Black-Sky on Oct 4, 2011 12:36:56 GMT -5
Kyle held his hand out, pakm facing upwards. he then made a tight fist. When he quickly opened his hand a fireball swirled over his hand. " know any place that has some good firewood?"
"Phillis!" Seth groaned dragging a heavy bag coming out of a hallway in the ruins. On top of his head he had a thin silver crown with a gem in the front. He scratched his head, he could've sworn he heard his voice. He'd been in the ruins searching for the wind-wolves pack but had no luck finding any, though he did get a handful of traps set off. He tugged and pulled at his large bag. "Phillis are you there!? Heeeeelllllooooooo?" His voice echoed through the hallways.
"This is...." Seth thought of a joke. "This is Dante here to haaaaaaunt yoooooouuuuu!" Seth tugged hard on the heavy bag one last time, but then had a sharp back spasm. "Gah f*&^in son of a b&^% p^%# of S%$#!" He accidentally cursed out loud, his voice echoing through the halls.
Post by Phillis Von Christ on Oct 5, 2011 20:12:58 GMT -5
Phillis was not impressed by the joke, he was pissed off immediately. "Alright, get the fuck out here! Right fucking now or else I'm coming in there to get you!"