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Post by Fledge Perpetua on May 23, 2009 11:50:36 GMT -5
"Sure." Fledge nodded. She sat down, not intending to sleep tonight. She would plan all night, at least she hoped so. Her mind began to work and she was plunged into her own little world.
(Ooc; wanna skip to the morning?)
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Post by Magma Stryke on May 23, 2009 14:59:08 GMT -5
(OOC: Sure why not)
Hours went by while Magma sat on his bed. He didn't sleep at all and figured Fledge had to be. He got off the bed when the first bit of light shone through the window and slowly walked out the room. He moved silently as to not make any unnecessary noise like a creak. He tip-toed all the way to the stairs and continued slowly down the steps. When he got to the bottom, he did a quick scan to see if anyone else was awake.
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Post by Fledge Perpetua on May 23, 2009 15:05:23 GMT -5
Fledge's head picked up from a strategy book. "Good morning." She said without emotion. She'd been up all night and books were strewn across the table. She was rather frustrated for she couldn't devise a good plan like this. She'd never tried planning anything, she'd always rushed foreward. She was a complete failure at planning.
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Post by Magma Stryke on May 23, 2009 15:14:54 GMT -5
"Huh?" came out of Magma mouth as he turned and looked at Fledge sitting at a table. She's awake. I didn't know. "Oh. Good Morning," Magma said, still walking slowly. He noticed books all over the table and the one in Fledge's hand. "What ya up to?" he asked. He walked a bit forward and stood next to her, looking at the papers she had.
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Post by Fledge Perpetua on May 23, 2009 15:49:47 GMT -5
"I'm trying to plan, and failing miserably." Fledge admitted.She shuffled some papers and stacked the books that lay on the table. She sighed "So, you coming or not?" She half hoped he said 'yes', and half hoped he said 'no'.
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Post by Magma Stryke on May 23, 2009 19:54:14 GMT -5
"Maybe," Magma said. "I'll come if a plan gets in your head soon." He grabbed one of the chairs and planted himself on top of it. He leaned back in the seat and put his feet up on the table, trying to get more comfortable. "Have you thought of any way that would work, or did they all fail?"
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Post by Fledge Perpetua on May 23, 2009 19:57:48 GMT -5
"They all fail." Fledge sighed. She rested her hand on her hand and looked around the room. She thought I need to dust in here. I haven't in ages.
(Sorry about short post, I'm hurrying to get my new site done)
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Post by Magma Stryke on May 23, 2009 20:07:14 GMT -5
Magma wondered why she had so much trouble thinking of a plan. Wouldn't a trap work just as well as any old elaborate plan. It was like she was trying to match the planning ability of top scientists. "Just plan a trap," Magma said aloud. "We'll need bait and a closed, secure area."
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Post by Fledge Perpetua on May 23, 2009 20:30:33 GMT -5
"Ummm, okay. What kind of bait? We can use an ally or something for the small space." Fledge said. She realized that something simple would work. Wow she'd been stupid trying to plan all that.
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Post by Magma Stryke on May 23, 2009 20:49:25 GMT -5
Magma stared at her for a while. His stare was obvious about what he wanted. She would be bait. It's only suitable since her whole family was killed. He kept looking at her to see if she would catch on to his theory.
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Post by Fledge Perpetua on May 23, 2009 20:56:11 GMT -5
Fledge nodded "Okay." It made sense. Even if she was bait, she intended to kill. This trap would work. She knew it. At least she hoped so.
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Post by Magma Stryke on May 27, 2009 6:15:26 GMT -5
Magma smiled when she agreed. "And I'm sure it'll work out well," he said. He grew comfortable around Fledge. It wasn't really something he was used to, so it still made him a bit uneasy. "All right, I guess we can get started soon, but--" he heard his stomach growl. "Can I eat first?"
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Post by Fledge Perpetua on May 27, 2009 7:46:35 GMT -5
"Yes, and I need to ready myself." Fledge said "I could cook for you, but I'm not the best cook. Katze's ussualy around to cook for guests" Fledge glanced at the clock, reading 7:01, early. Good, they could get an early start. Fledge sighed and rubbed the last remanents of sleep from her eyes.
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Post by Magma Stryke on May 27, 2009 12:38:36 GMT -5
Magma looked at Fledge and grinned. "I wasn't expecting you to cook. I can do it. I just need some rice." He walked over to the stove and placed pot on top of it, setting the fire to high to get it up and running. When the fire was lit nicely, he toned it down to medium and poured oil. He shook the pot back and forth a few times, spreading the oil all around it and sprinkled a bit of spice on it from the container he found in front of him. "Would you like me to make you some?" he asked turning around to Fledge.
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Post by Fledge Perpetua on May 27, 2009 17:22:38 GMT -5
"I'm fine. Here." Fledge handed Magma a bag of rice. Honestly, it was one of the many policies she'd taken up with her proffession, never take food unless you make it yourself. Fledge grabbed her staff and sheathed the double katanas. "I'll meet you in..." She thought for a moment "Two hours, back here. I have some errands and a hunt. Wait, make it three, this guy's a cereal killer and I've gotta get ready for our hunt." Fledge waited for an answer.
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