The Sereni-Tree, the Ocean Cloud, and Escape From Boros
POSTED BY: TheRealMe
UPDATED: Friday, February 24, 2006 17:35
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Originally posted by Jazaf:
All the commotion wakes Jazaf from his nap, startled he falls off of the couch and onto the floor. When he stands he notices Soul in a questionable getup and sighs.
'There is something fundamentally wrong with you.'
This from a man who...
Edited 'cause Jazaf only deserves to be embarrased on ONE thread...
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Soul, Security Chief of the Sereni-Tree, Captain of Destiny.
Mantichorus: "So is there a reason they call you 'Soul'?"
Soul (after a long pause): "Yeah. Because I have one."
http://havenofsouls.blogspot.com/
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Originally posted by TheRealMe:Quote:
Originally posted by ItsaWash:Quote:
Originally posted by SoulOfSerenity:
Soul rounds the corner and sees TRM standing there.
"My first target!"
Soul pulls out an arrow and fires it, oddly enough hitting TRM in the rear.
Although only newly employed Ship's Counselor aboard the 'Tree and therefore greener than new grown leaves, Washie knows that the Ship's Security Chief should in NO wise be shootin' up the First Officer's arse. Not on HER watch!
Washie flies at the felon, tackling him to the floor, her gown woven around and over him, risen in the battle to her upper thighs. Placing her thumbs and forefingers to Soul's temples, she applies pressure exactly as she learned in Guild Training and puts out the shooter's lights for awhile, long enough for help to be summoned, and so she can see to The Real Him.
Disentangling, brushing off her skirts, Wash steps quickly over to TRM who is leaning against a wall, blood spilling down his leg onto the floor. He's breathing heavily and looking pale from blood loss: apparently the weapon found a good blood source. Accurately assessing the situation and her part in bringing aid to it, she takes TRM's hand that is clapped to his butt, makes sure it is holding the arrow safely secure, non-moving, places both her arms around his neck pulling him close and whispers, "TRM, I have need of your services," planting a long, slow, deep kiss whose effects last for three days on his mouth.
The resulting kissie is wrestled onto the copiously bleeding wound, staunching the flow and improving TRM's odds of keeping his job.
Sliding her arm beneath TRM's own in support, Washie checks to make sure the vanquished shooter remains so, and then slaps the comm at TRM's wrist. "SimonWho? AnyWho? Guys? 'Could sure use some help or at least some frellin' ANSWERS OVER HERE!"Quote:
SimonWho wrote:
Okay, I'm here, what's all the ...
Oh dear. Well, they do say love hurts and that it's a pain in the ass. Right, let's get that wound...
Argh. This isn't an actual wound - it's strictly representational and the only chance of infection is with the love bug.
“Washie! SimonWho! Please do not be concerned! I’m fine! I’m not injured.”
TheRealMe reaches back and pulls a plastic ketchup bottle out of his back pocket. It has been ruptured by the cupid arrow and had been leaking down the back of his legs.
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Upon learning that her First Officer is, in fact, not harmed, aside from his now suffering from a severe lack of ketchup supplies, Washie leans against the 'Tree's bulkhead, hand to her forehead in relief. One brief sigh later and ready for anything, she walks over to Dr. SimonWho, "Quick work, Doc, and thanks. Nice to know folks can answer an urgent call when they're hollered for, even if it only turns out to be a condiment emergency," she adds sheepishly.
Taking the sterile towel out of the doctor's long pale fingers, she takes two steps over to TRM and hands it to him for clean-up.
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“I keep this for emergencies, like unexpected gifts of French fries, and other... Ummm… That was QUITE a kiss you gave me, Wash, and… Ummm…”
As TheRealMe locks eyes with ItsAWash, his speech falters. He shakes his head to clear it, and continues.
“Uh, I really should be returning to my… uh… duties. Important, ummm… things to do. Like, ummm… I dunno… And like I said earlier, that arrow had no affect on me at…”
Unable to restrain himself, TheRealMe grabs ItsAWash and becomes lost in a kiss so passionate that it should replace the one at the end of “The Princess Bride”.
After a time, when TheRealMe comes up for air, he asks, “Washie, wasn’t there something that you wanted to tell me, earlier, before the demon doll incident? Also, I saw how quickly you dealt with Soul, and I’m curious. Do those pressure point techniques have… uh… other applications?”
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Originally posted by Bluefishie:
*runs into the kitchen-eating-place, and sits on the big table, and waits for someone to notice her*
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*Having earlier anticipated Ms. Bluefishie's arriving in the kitchen at some point, Washie had left her a blue rose plucked from the nature preserve before Freddie ate it, along with a small ink drawing of Bluefishie uttering one of her favorite Bluefishie-isms. As Blue sniffs the rose, she is filled with a sense of welcome and homecoming.*Pic courtesy of KellyofLuthien
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Originally posted by TheRealMe:Quote:
Originally posted by Malicious:
Do you guys think that we could perhaps, maybe, because I missed it, talk like pirates again? Sometime soon?
Arrrgh! We be glad fer it, matey! Arrrgh! A spot 'o grog be goin' down sweet, now!
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(Prior to the events involving ketchup skewering, kissie-making and chakra-talking):
Wash sings in a full-throated alto, "Yo-ho, yo-ho a pirate's life for me!" and repeats the ditty along with all 12 verses, making up more as she goes along until all pirate-ish folk begin to despair. 'Here be music-critics,' she mutters as she subsides into thoughtful silence.NOTIFY: Y | REPLY | REPLY WITH QUOTE | PERMALINK | TOP | HOME
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Originally posted by SoulOfSerenity:
Soul smirks, glad that he's awake again, and lets another arrow fly, hurting his already wounded shoulder in the process. The arrow with the heart-shaped arrowhead hits Ath this time, and just like with TRM, it hits him smack dab in the butt.
*Ath barely has time to register the arrow's impact before he feels the effect of the love arrow. Without a word he gently pulls Kelly into his arms and kisses her, softly at first, then with growing passion.*
"Invader's blood marches through my veins like giant radioactive rubber pants. The pants command me! Do not ignore my veins!"
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Originally posted by SoulOfSerenity:Quote:
Originally posted by Jazaf:
All the commotion wakes Jazaf from his nap, startled he falls off of the couch and onto the floor. When he stands he notices Soul in a questionable getup and sighs.
'There is something fundamentally wrong with you.'
This from a man who...
Edited 'cause Jazaf only deserves to be embarrased on ONE thread...
______________________
Soul, Security Chief of the Sereni-Tree, Captain of Destiny.
Mantichorus: "So is there a reason they call you 'Soul'?"
Soul (after a long pause): "Yeah. Because I have one."
http://havenofsouls.blogspot.com
OOC: Curse you Soul!!!!
'Ketchup......' Jazaf holds his stomach as it begins to rumble. He then heads into the kitchen for something to eat.
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Navigator on Destiny
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Originally posted by CallMeAth:Quote:
Originally posted by SoulOfSerenity:
Soul smirks, glad that he's awake again, and lets another arrow fly, hurting his already wounded shoulder in the process. The arrow with the heart-shaped arrowhead hits Ath this time, and just like with TRM, it hits him smack dab in the butt.
*Ath barely has time to register the arrow's impact before he feels the effect of the love arrow. Without a word he gently pulls Kelly into his arms and kisses her, softly at first, then with growing passion.*
"Invader's blood marches through my veins like giant radioactive rubber pants. The pants command me! Do not ignore my veins!"
*KellyofLuthien finds herself shocked for the first time in hundreds of years. She thought she had experienced every kind of kiss imaginable: sweet kisses, angry kisses, passionate kisses, and perfect ones too, but nothing in her 3026 years of life has ever compared to the weight of emotion that went into Ath's kiss.
Kelly relaxes and starts kissing back, not needing an arrow to match Ath's enthusiasm.*
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I love my Captain
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Holy crap, we have a ROBOT?
^by my friend Yoko, an interprentation of me
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* "Hienz" turns to the breathless man *
"Get my shipment to the front of the warehouse beside the shuttle, My crew will load them up. And tell your boss I have his payment and a bonus for having it ready early."
* The four of them walk over to a nearby table and set the four cases of money opon it. "Hienz lays the final case on it's side opens it up and spins it to face the chair on the other side. Then pulls out the salvaged bottles of rum a sets the three full bottle on the table. *
"And bring me some glasses."
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"He's seen too much of life And there's no going back.
The loneliness calls him, And the edge which must be sharpened,
He's losing it. And he knows.
But there's a fighter in his mind and his body's tough
The years have been unkind, but kind enough." -Ocean Cloud (Marbles) -Marillion
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*remembers her rose, and tucks it behind her ear, and holds up the ink drawing, and decides to go find ItsaWash*
Thanks, Sparky for the cupcake.
*munches on it as she walks away*
^by my friend Yoko, an interprentation of me
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