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Jan 13, 2004 21:12:47 GMT
Post by Largo LeGrande on Jan 13, 2004 21:12:47 GMT
Braedon tried to hide a smile that was forming at seeing how she looked.
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rainlightlyn
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Jan 13, 2004 21:19:50 GMT
Post by rainlightlyn on Jan 13, 2004 21:19:50 GMT
Jan snorted at herself and sat back by the fire again. she stared into the flames for a moment. "The storm is clearing up." she said.
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Jan 13, 2004 23:37:31 GMT
Post by Largo LeGrande on Jan 13, 2004 23:37:31 GMT
Braedon looked up at the roof momentarily. "It seems to be. But it will probably go on for a while yet. You look like you could use some rest. Try and get some."
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Jan 14, 2004 5:27:48 GMT
Post by Rimmer on Jan 14, 2004 5:27:48 GMT
Meanwhile, a six-footer Amazon man trudged his way across the frozen tundra in a big parka of his own. He'd left his village when the Snow Gods had calmed their rages long enough for him to travel any great distance.
So far, he's made it about five kilometers, where he'd waltzed into a storm again that he just waded through, looking at the skies and seeing that the Gods would let that squall pass quickly.
He was trying to make it to Mrryp, to sell off his beaver pelts.
Footsteps meandered across the land to mark his relentless progress.
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Jan 14, 2004 6:19:21 GMT
Post by rainlightlyn on Jan 14, 2004 6:19:21 GMT
Jan snorted, "I'm fine." even though it seemed different. Can't let gaurd down. They might be out there. Waiting. Can't let gaurd down now.
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Jan 14, 2004 8:38:59 GMT
Post by Largo LeGrande on Jan 14, 2004 8:38:59 GMT
Braedon smiled. "Don't worry, I'll keep watch, I'll wake you if anyone comes." He assured her.
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Jan 14, 2004 19:56:09 GMT
Post by Rimmer on Jan 14, 2004 19:56:09 GMT
Even for a man suited for the weather, it was beginning to get a little cold. And the torrent of snowflakes ceased not--seeing the great expanse of white was dull and boring.
It was easy to say that he was very jealous of the north; those people got even more shnushnu.
The crunch of snow underneath his boot, getting his snow trailer pants wet...
He had to get out of here.
Some distance away was a forgotten shanty, abandoned but somehow preserved... He made a mad dash for it, slipping on the snow all over the place, but eventually colliding with the door.
He beat it with the flat of his palm just to see if anyone was inside.
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Jan 14, 2004 22:44:12 GMT
Post by rainlightlyn on Jan 14, 2004 22:44:12 GMT
Jan lurched to her feet at the pounding on the door. Holding her weapon in front of her, she just stared at the door, keeping perfectly silent.
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Jan 15, 2004 0:28:16 GMT
Post by Rimmer on Jan 15, 2004 0:28:16 GMT
The piunding was slow, as if the bearer was used to applying pressure and having walls moved. Hut doors were collapsable. He didn't understand what was wrong with this one so he pounded more.
This entrance hated him now. No amount of force could get the door open. He gave it a kick out of revenge, and started to climb up the side of the shack.
There, he would come up with the most brilliant idea of his time. He would slip through the hole in the roof where the smoke escaped.
"Unibed gimj gmb bddep oni umi dumijk." These people have strange ways of getting into places, he muttered. He arrived to the summit of the shanty and slipped on an icy shingle.
He flew down the smokehole like Santa Claus--something he was convinced he'd never do again, because he landed a bit to close to the makeshift hearth.
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Jan 15, 2004 2:14:52 GMT
Post by rainlightlyn on Jan 15, 2004 2:14:52 GMT
Jan listened carefully as something, or someone, climged onto the roof. Ignoring the man, she waited by the chimney until whatever, or whoever, appeared covered in soot.
Reguardless of the fact the the newcomer was much larger than her, Jan stepped foreward and rested the sharp edge of her glaive lightly against his cheek.
"Who are you?" she demanded.
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Jan 15, 2004 5:05:32 GMT
Post by Rimmer on Jan 15, 2004 5:05:32 GMT
"Kinitawowi!" barked the surprised tribal man. A six foot tall tribal man, but surprised none the less. Deep down he was nothing but a harmless one. He took what he wanted and never confronted those who partook of him.
Thus this pathos towards peace caused him to be very easily frightened. He srieked pleads in his native tongue, and took helpless defensive measures. If he could just convince her he's good intentions... "Ohni! Ohni! Ohni! Afehrte grandee histan moku! Histan moku!"
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Jan 15, 2004 7:54:13 GMT
Post by Largo LeGrande on Jan 15, 2004 7:54:13 GMT
Braedon was on his feet. He looked at the man with confusion and amusement.
"I don't think he's here for you..." Braedon said slowly. As if not absolutly sure.
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Jan 15, 2004 22:55:03 GMT
Post by rainlightlyn on Jan 15, 2004 22:55:03 GMT
Jan looked over the tribal man with narrowed eyes for a long time before removing the blade resting on his cheek.
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Jan 16, 2004 3:09:20 GMT
Post by Rimmer on Jan 16, 2004 3:09:20 GMT
Kafu stared blankly like a hungry hawk for a moment while he watched the pointy stick wade to safer waters at the woman's side.
He acknowledged them both with a hand on the heart and extending it outward... a well-accepted gesture of "hello."
Then he sat at the fire, nibbling on a slab of jerky too think and too long.
He was only here to warm up for a minute. Maybe then he would try to sell something, and leave.
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Jan 16, 2004 7:36:43 GMT
Post by Largo LeGrande on Jan 16, 2004 7:36:43 GMT
Braedon turned to Jan and gave her a half amused shrug.
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