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Subject: Where's the pickle!?


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Aerian
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Date Posted: 20:44:10 09/08/02 Sun
In reply to: Eryk 's message, "Re: A very wet and annoyed eagle..." on 18:34:42 09/08/02 Sun

Aerian eventually stumbles out of Eryk's home, the fatigue of the burns wearing down. She trips down the steps and flips a few times, looking more like an idiot than in pain. She lands at the bottom of the steps on her rear end, looking bewildered and blinky. "Eh... Must... Get clean clothes..." She mutters to herself.

She hops on her least sore leg up the steps and back into the house. "One, two... One-" Aerian switches legs while she hops back into the guest room she'd occupied and sits down on the bed with a groan, making a mental note not to try a spell like that again in Jintal. She gets a clean change of clothes and then examines her burns in the mirror. Her face is darkened and unwashed, and covered in the burn scars. "You're pathetic. What are you?" She asks herself, "A lowly demon? No! You're one of the greatest vampires in Eromida and it took you ONLY twenty years to get to where you are today! Now go back outside and get back up to the streets where you belong!" She winces and stumbles around the house until she finds the nearest washing basin. After scrubbing tenderly at her face, she returns to the mirror. "That's better... Wait, oh bloody hell, I'm talking to myself! That IS pathetic." She limps out the door and down the steps, making sure she doesn't fall again. "I hope he didn't want me to lock that."

She drags herself down the road, partly looking for Eryk, and partly just looking for a way up to the streets of Jintal. Her stomach roars at her and she looks around for breakfast. "Nnfggghn... I couldn't." She tells herself. She'd find some bread or something up in the city. But yet, wasn't this the city too?

And so the hallucinating, toasted, blood-deprived vampiress made her way down the street, towards Maurice and the exit.

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Who's a pickles? Demmy?Eryk05:27:42 09/09/02 Mon


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