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Post by PFA on May 4, 2009 12:25:35 GMT -5
((>_> *cough*))
"I can't believe it..." Jernath muttered. And he really couldn't. Esme was a tough girl, couldn't she save herself somehow? Like with her telekinesis or something? To John, he added, "Is there going to be a funeral for her?"
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Post by Cyborg on May 4, 2009 15:11:35 GMT -5
" There will be soon. I am headed back myself, I need to get my pay, and I will pay my respects. Are you coming aswell?" Chaos asked.
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Arista~
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Post by Arista~ on May 25, 2009 15:55:49 GMT -5
Arista had stayed as close to the HQ as she could over the past few years. She hated to leave the place where she had finally made a family. As the building started to break down into ruins, smaller critters started to move in with her. She made sure to keep at least two rooms cleaned if anyone came back around, but other than that, the other rooms fell into disarray. Dirt always covered the floor, no matter how much she swept them. Animals had brought in things that was hard to clean up. The smell started to grow when a couple of the mice had gotten sick in the walls. Arista had a hard time finding them and getting rid of what was left.
After a few years, the shape-shifter was starting to believe that everyone had forgotten about the old building. That no one would come back. She was sleeping, curled up in one of the rafters that she had cleaned up nicely for herself of the once clean living room when some people walked in. Arista was in her cat form. She uncurled herself and stared down. She couldn't believe it. Someone had actually come back.
She shifted into her human form and sat up. It took her a minute to find her voice. "H-hello." She said softly.
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