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Ohboyohboyohboy, I want to post right away but I know I should wait.
I think it's safe to assume anyone one of is will and can dissapear at any given moment for days at a time.
Sweet, got a post up at work, it's quality is questionable I'm actually not sure of my quality of writing to be honest but no one has complained yet.
Finally get to do that voodoo soon too.
Finally get to do that voodoo soon too.
Frank moved into the room, and like all the others was startled to find someone already in there, and they were sleeping, he envied that much about them at least.
The lady and Michael made small take after he abruptly woke her up, Frank didn't pay much attention, for once, whatever they were talking about didn't hold much captivate him nearly as much as how comfortable some of the seats in the room, his lack of sleep catching up with him now. He was used to it in all honesty, sleep was such a troublesome thing sometimes, but right now it sounded pretty nice. The lady introduced herself loudly, which caught Frank's attention finally, Noor Dhahabi... The name didn't ring any bells, but it was old, older than just old actually it was archaic, Frank studied her carefully for a brief moment, she wasn't any of the standard three supernaturals that was for sure, he felt a weird presence from her, but couldn't quite put his finger on it, he decided not to dwell on it for now.
Frank listened as she produced a case and with her mouth set to rapid-fire began detailing the case, she suddenly reached in to her case and somehow produced an urn which she quickly opened to display that it was once a vampire, and no sooner than it was open, she shut it. Then no sooner than she had shut it, it was in the air, coming right towards Frank, he barely managed to catch it, letting bounce off of his open palm the first time, before cradling it close to his chest, he peered inside briefly, it was indeed all ash, some darker than the rest. He couldn't work with this, he tried resurrecting ash once, it took too much blood and it just turned into the congealed dark mess and slithered around the floor for a moment before turning into a little puddle with himself nearly passed out from blood-loss.
She then brought out a laptop and began bringing up reports on the murders, Frank became interested again, but he decided it was too much energy to actually move over to see anything so he spoke instead. "Are their heads still there?" Frank said while motioning with his head towards the laptop, still cradling the vase, unsure if he should set it down or not. "If they are I want to talk to them."
The lady and Michael made small take after he abruptly woke her up, Frank didn't pay much attention, for once, whatever they were talking about didn't hold much captivate him nearly as much as how comfortable some of the seats in the room, his lack of sleep catching up with him now. He was used to it in all honesty, sleep was such a troublesome thing sometimes, but right now it sounded pretty nice. The lady introduced herself loudly, which caught Frank's attention finally, Noor Dhahabi... The name didn't ring any bells, but it was old, older than just old actually it was archaic, Frank studied her carefully for a brief moment, she wasn't any of the standard three supernaturals that was for sure, he felt a weird presence from her, but couldn't quite put his finger on it, he decided not to dwell on it for now.
Frank listened as she produced a case and with her mouth set to rapid-fire began detailing the case, she suddenly reached in to her case and somehow produced an urn which she quickly opened to display that it was once a vampire, and no sooner than it was open, she shut it. Then no sooner than she had shut it, it was in the air, coming right towards Frank, he barely managed to catch it, letting bounce off of his open palm the first time, before cradling it close to his chest, he peered inside briefly, it was indeed all ash, some darker than the rest. He couldn't work with this, he tried resurrecting ash once, it took too much blood and it just turned into the congealed dark mess and slithered around the floor for a moment before turning into a little puddle with himself nearly passed out from blood-loss.
She then brought out a laptop and began bringing up reports on the murders, Frank became interested again, but he decided it was too much energy to actually move over to see anything so he spoke instead. "Are their heads still there?" Frank said while motioning with his head towards the laptop, still cradling the vase, unsure if he should set it down or not. "If they are I want to talk to them."
Hooray, Well I'm not off work for another 5 hours, I will however have the place to myself in an hour or two so I may be able to throw in a post from the store computer before I'm off.
And that was the last thing they ever wrote
Party hard
Was it beer or hard liquor?
Or both?
Or both?
I'm waiting for one of the kid wizards to make a post before I do.
Neato, been waiting for some dead bodies.
Also, where is adjectives?
Also, where is adjectives?
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