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Post by kizuatonamida on Dec 9, 2007 17:40:05 GMT -6
Kimblee had been staring at Martel for some time... quickly shifting his gaze as he noticed Marta look back. If she gets in his way, there'll be hell to pay. He smiled as a particulary nasty thought entered his mind, shaking his head. The temptation to blow someone up now would be too great if he started thinking like that...
Tucker has said much during the entire trek so far, only back when they made camp for the night. Strange fella. Zolf peered sideways at the fellow alchemist, wondering if the man was worth anything to him.
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Post by carduus on Dec 9, 2007 23:55:22 GMT -6
(Worth only a Philosopher's Stone or one Philosopher stoned  ) He was really damn thirsty and feared he would just set loose, if he went delirious. He was already catching glimpses of things that surely couldn't be there. Seriously. What would his wife do in a desert. No way. She had quite sensitive skin and never set out into so sunny locations, as was a desert, withouth a hat. Stupid illusions. Of course his wife was at home, waiting for him to come from this... this trip? He forgot himself for a while. Stopped and frowned, his mind reeling. His wife was dead now, righ? Yes she was... wasn't she...? He looked at the Crimson Alchemist - probably expecting the answer to be written on the other's forehead - it wasn't. He whispered with a raspy breath: "Illusions not working, when you need them... is there some... some water?" He blinked. Beside him there stood Nina, about 2 years old, and offered him her bottle of milk. "No, thank you, darling, but daddy is lactose intolerant..." The illusion dissapears and the world gives a 90 degree turn - but that can be explained, since Tucker fell backwards and fainted. |
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Post by silverviper2134 on Dec 19, 2007 17:59:57 GMT -6
-Greed-
"What the hell?" he questioned himself as he turned around. Seems the heat had caused his friend Sewing-Life to pass out. Great. This was just great. Greed closed his eyes in frustrastion.
-Martel-
Martel looked at Tucker, a bit of concern showing on her face. Being mixed with a cold-blooded snake, the heat didn't bother her. But Tucker, Kimblee, and her comrades was another story.
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Post by carduus on Dec 22, 2007 7:49:07 GMT -6
Ummm... is fainted. Requires some water for further interaction.
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Post by kizuatonamida on Dec 22, 2007 21:07:35 GMT -6
Kimblee, not seeing anyone else bother to help Tucker, felt it would be best to earn the group's trust doing so himself. The way Marta was glaring at him was distracting anyways...
Damn. And he really wanted to blow something up right now. This sweltering heat was pissing him off pretty good. Wiping a bead of sweat from his brow, Kimblee went towards Tucker and lifted him on his back.
His first step forward, and Kimblee tripped onto the hot sand. Cursing, he picked himself up, still carrying Tucker. "I didn't think you'd be this heavy..." As he walked, he got out his rationed supply of water, putting the tip of the bottle's mouth to Tucker's lips. "Drink up."
In his own opinion, this was a waste of valuable energy. If they run out of food before reaching Dublith, this man will be the first to go - Blow him to pieces with his own hands if needed. That'll be the price for getting a 'free' ride on his back.
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Post by carduus on Dec 24, 2007 10:54:34 GMT -6
He drank, choked and started coughing - coming back to consciousness. He looked, still a tad off, at Kimblee and smiled though coughing. Then he slumped back down.
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Post by Envy on Jan 10, 2008 11:50:02 GMT -6
GREEDO
Seeing that Kimbley took care of the Sewing-life, he continued across the burning sands of the desert. He took a lot at the sun and pushed his dark sun-glasses further into his face. *Darn, that is some damn heat,* he mumbled in frustration. Then he noticed that Martel unlike the others seemed that heat affected her only in a minor way. *How come, you are so fine in this bloody oven?* he asked her abruptly.
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Post by silverviper2134 on Jan 10, 2008 13:45:58 GMT -6
"I was combined with a snake" she told him, shrugging slightly. "If anything, the heat gives me even more energy. Besides, I never was one to get hot easily".
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Post by Envy on Jan 10, 2008 17:21:42 GMT -6
GREEDO
*Never get hot, eh, babe?* he asked her and snorted. Even though the sun was burning his skin of, she was the hottest object on the desert, especially after those 130 years of imprisonement.
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Post by silverviper2134 on Jan 10, 2008 17:26:56 GMT -6
Martel shook her head. She rose an eyebrow as he snorted, utterly confused at what was so funny. "No, and frankly that's what sucks- I'm at my top performance when my comrades are overheated, and temperatures that only make them a little cold cause me to go almost braindead". She sighed, glancing down at a snake as it brushed past her foot. "Damn snakes" she sighed, pushing the little reptile away with her boot.
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Post by Envy on Jan 11, 2008 18:08:07 GMT -6
GREEDO
Stoping in his tracks, he gazed in the distance. *We might rest for a while in that oasis over there,* he said, pointing to the spot of palms, not far away. *The Sewing-life needs some water, and I don't want him dead before we get to our destination!*
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Post by silverviper2134 on Jan 11, 2008 18:10:00 GMT -6
"That sounds good" Martel agreed. She looked at the other chimeras behind her. "Though I wouldn't mind leaving Kimblee here for the vultures" she hissed under her breath, so the bomber couldn't possibly hear what she had said.
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