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Subject: The Prince Returns Author: Avon [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 17:04:11 03/19/01 Mon In reply to: Virgil 's message, "Yep..." on 14:50:29 03/17/01 Sat He stepped up behind Sang. "I'll be in our room." he whispered, pointing to a set of doors down the hall. He walked down the hall a way, opening the doors into the room. It was a well sized room, plenty big for two, yet, cozy somehow. He tossed his sword on the bed, removed his shirt and placed his hair in a pony-tail. He began throwing punches and kicks in the air. He hadent tasted combat since...since...the Pentads...not too long ago, but long enough to make him edgy. He pivoted on his right foot and tossed a backhand in the air. Unfortunatley, he misjudged his swing and his had slammed into a large mirror on the left side oh the bed oner a dresser. He sat on the bed, looking at the wound. Not bad, but bloody. He just looked. The pain was most welcome. He needed to get back on the field...back into battle...even if he just stomped on some training bots, he needed something... As he sat there...he felt a sudden wave of sorow...like someone just died. He stood. He had questions, and he needed answeres. Only one person seemed to be able to make decisions round here. He walked to the nearest comm. "Virg, can on see you on the main deck in 5 minutes?" [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

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Subject Author Date Re: The Prince Returns Avon OOC 17:06:50 03/19/01 Mon Ahead On Our Way... -- Virgil, 18:48:54 03/19/01 Mon Re: Ahead On Our Way... -- Avon, 19:41:52 03/19/01 Mon Re: Ahead On Our Way... -- Dugan Phelps, 22:18:59 03/19/01 Mon Smell somethin'?... -- Virgil, 02:02:07 03/20/01 Tue Re: Smell somethin'?... -- Locke, 05:18:39 03/20/01 Tue Lame Post Time -- Guile, 09:08:01 03/20/01 Tue No Need for Electrocution =D -- Virgil, 09:45:59 03/20/01 Tue Re: No Need for Electrocution =D -- Dugan Phelps, 07:14:21 03/21/01 Wed OK, maybe we WON'T talk then... -- Virgil, 12:46:42 03/21/01 Wed Enter Kyle, The Super Medic! -- Kyle, 18:08:14 03/21/01 Wed Re: Enter Kyle, The Super Medic! -- Avon, 21:56:01 03/21/01 Wed Re: Enter Kyle, The Super Medic! -- Dugan Phelps, 22:08:30 03/21/01 Wed Re: Enter Kyle, The Super Medic! -- Sang, 06:30:16 03/22/01 Thu Re: Enter Kyle, The Super Medic! -- Guile, 13:00:45 03/22/01 Thu Re: Smell somethin'?... -- (test), 14:14:09 04/05/01 Thu