IC: Wishing Well
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				Title: <strong>IC: Wishing Well</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PaleEnchantress</strong> on <strong>22-06-2009, 06:14:47</strong>
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				People always do best after a strong start. Even if it's wrong....<br><br>A pale woman wakes up on a deserted beach gasping. "Am I dreaming or suffering from post trauma memory loss.....: she wonders looking at the island she is on. "I suspect the former, but in case it's the latter I better not do anything too stupid" she stands. Normally being well over 6 ft. tall she would tower over others. Being alone though made her feel small next to the endless ocean.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; Seeing a well she runs toward it. "So there is drinking water this is good" She bends over and takes a sip. "It would be best to make sure I don't get sick from a sip before drinking a large amount." She reasons. As she raises her head from the well she notices a shining coin sitting atop the stone sides. "Good for one wish" she reads the in graving on the coin."Okay so it's either a dream of an episode of my little pony...... What should I wish for? I have always wanted to be The Black Queen of the hellfire club. This better not be something titled <span class="bbc_u">be careful what you wish for</span>. Allright seeing how there is an ocean all around me......" she thinks to herself before finally speaking aloud. "I wish I was a Cecealian Queen of unmatched beauty and power!" she shouts throwing the coin in the well.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;"I don't feel any different" but as the woman tries walking away the falls flat on her face. She looks to see why her legs gave out on her, but she had no legs anymore. Well human legs anyway instead she looked upon 8 black and violet tentacles encompasing her from the mid hips down. <br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>22-06-2009, 06:55:56</strong>
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				Meanwhile, the deserted beach was not as deserted as it first appeared.&nbsp; As the wave of magic that granted the pale woman's wish spread out, there was a soft rustling in the foliage beyond the soft sand.<br><br><em>Someone has come to the well.</em>&nbsp; The words weren't spoken, but the knowledge was in Gwyn's mind as surely as the knowledge of what foods were safe to eat and which animals on the island were dangerous.&nbsp; As he emerged from dense brush into the dappled shadows at the edge of the beach, stray sunbeams caught glimmers off his fine scales.&nbsp; At one point, he had worn long, skin-covering clothing, but over his time here, they had frayed and worn, and now included only a pair of jeans that ended in a shredded edge just below his knees and a pair of hand-made sandals.
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				Post by: <strong>quelle</strong> on <strong>22-06-2009, 06:59:44</strong>
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				A young man at a tall 6'2" seemed to come down from the sky, hearing the same whisper only moments before- rebounding just before touching the ground, before setting himself down lightly next to the well. With short, buzzed brown hair and deep brown eyes, he would normally be forgettable... if not for the wings on his back. With a tinge of blue at the tip of each feather(each of which nearly a half-foot long), the giant, strong wings would cover his entire backside as he tried to tuck them in, staring at the woman with tentacles for legs curiously.<br><br>"Who are you?" he asked in a stern, commanding voice. He was in loose burlap rags, though each bleached white, seeming to almost give him a look of holiness. "What're you doing here?"
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				Post by: <strong>DarkAngel</strong> on <strong>22-06-2009, 07:02:16</strong>
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				Keeley didn't know how she got on the island as she crawled up the Beach , and tried to catch her breath as&nbsp; some time passed .She was going to be sore in the morning . Looking around she walked into some dense rainforest as she saw a wishing well right smack in the middle of the godforsaken Island. <br><br>“What in the Hell?” Shaken her head she saw a coin and picked it up “I want to be a warrior” as she tossed her coin in the well she sat down and waited she looked at her self and she didn't change , but her hearing and eyes got a lot better . She didn't feel like she was hungry at all as she wonder what exactly she turned into .<br><br>Deciding she think about it later as she fell fast asleep by the wishing well unknown that others were looking at her and she missed the woman with strange tentacle right in front of her. 
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				Post by: <strong>PaleEnchantress</strong> on <strong>22-06-2009, 07:24:31</strong>
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				"I assume you are not here as offerings are you?" the woman jokes. <br>"Was that off colour. I hope i have not done anything wrong." she says after a pause sounding a bit concerned.<br><br>Fear flooded her mind as she worried that she might be in over her head. She pushed such thoughts out. If she made someone mad so be it. Whatever she had found was worth fighting for. Worth dieing for. She struggled to stand up on her tentacles trying to mask her inexperience with moving on them. As she does so an elaborate wicked looking crown appears on her head. "You bow to me" she says with a commanding voice. <br><br>Her eyes glow and everyone presant is awash in the strange compulsion to bow. If enough effort is put into it it might be able to be resisted though...<br><br>The woman hides her thoughts since inside she is giggling like a schoolgirl. Amidst all the commotion the cecealian eyeballs another shorter woman as she walks up to the well makes a wish and lays down without so much as a eyeblink to show that the new arrival even noticed her.
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				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>22-06-2009, 07:33:34</strong>
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				Even though he was further from the cecealian than the winged man, Gwyn felt his knees buckle.&nbsp; Against the green undergrowth, his almost courtly descent to one knee was easily visible, although the effect was slightly marred as a few downy strands fell forward over his face.&nbsp; <br><br>"I would hope to be worth more than a mere offering," he replied to her question.&nbsp; "You are, after all, a new arrival on this island."
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				Post by: <strong>quelle</strong> on <strong>22-06-2009, 07:37:30</strong>
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				"It was. You're here uninvited- not that you specifically need one, but... one does not see a woman..." he pauses, before quickly adding "...with tentacles, here every day."<br><br>As she commanded him a moment later however, Matthew couldn't help but bow. He gritted his teeth as he did, trying to resist, but not enough of his willpower was against it... and he was slowly wondering if maybe she belonged on this Island more than he. His bow would turn to a kneel just as the other's. Turning his head to him, he opened his mouth to protest his immediate subservience, but would quickly enough let the issue fall.<br><br>He rose a moment later, standing tall once more. "Who... are you?" he asked, more delicately this time.
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				Post by: <strong>DarkAngel</strong> on <strong>22-06-2009, 07:46:40</strong>
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				Keeley woke up with start looked around saw two Males , And a women that looked like she just had one hell of a day . She stood up and lifted an eyebrow as a sword magically appeared in her hands. Her clothes turned to Leather a corsette around her breast and leather pants . Instantly she knew what she was a Valkryie "Well this is going to be fun " as she looked at the sword in a amused fashion.. <br><br>Looking at the woman that looked like she was half squid "WHo are you?" 
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				Post by: <strong>PaleEnchantress</strong> on <strong>23-06-2009, 00:37:12</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp; "My given name is Lenore. You may call me that for now." she looks at the other woman. "I see you don't waste your time with wishing to be rescued either. Good for you"<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; Her attention turns first to the man with the beautiful scales. "New yes, very new. Do you live here? If my magic is not bound to this Island them you may ask me to leave, or invite me to stay longer" She looks closer at his clothing. "How long have you been here.....are we all stuck, or is it your choice to stay?"<br><br>While she ponders the situation an elaborate jeweled orb meterializes in her hand. An exquisite staff with a gigantic sapphire atop it appears in the other. A flood of knowledge comes into her mind about their purpose but nothing of the island. She holds the orb in both hands and lustfully grabs the staff in her writhing tentacles. She opens her mouth to tell the others what the crown jewels (staff crown and orb) do for her but shuts it quickly still not sure if anyone can be fully trusted despite the fact that they cannot be taken from her by force. <br><br>She looks to the gentle looking winged boy. "I deserve these things I have received. I will not force you to accept my presence here if I do not have to. You may both arise. If you wish to invite me to stay here longer I would love to be taken on a tour. If you have a home here I wouldn't mind seeing it" She says clearly and eloquently. She then closes her eyes and channels power from her orb causing her to levitate a few feet off the ground. Now moving in air with the grace one might expect of a octopus in water. <br><br>"You must excuse me, the sand was irritating my suction cups." she says smiling. Deep in her mind she considers what she might do if trapped on the island. How she might use her magic to control the other three into doing what she wishes. Then her eyes look to the well. If anyone felt her a threat could they use the well to destroy her? She decided to remain as polite as possible. If no one wishes her harm there is no need to agitate things. <br><br>Still there is something beautiful about a man on his knees.....
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				Post by: <strong>DarkAngel</strong> on <strong>23-06-2009, 01:55:02</strong>
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				Keeley nodded to Lenore and the other two men and smiled her fang showing as she listen to what the woman was asking the men . Her head tip to the side as she ogled both men with a smug grin that was far to wicked by half. <br><br>Putting her Focus back on Lenore , Her emotions on what was going was causing a small little electrical storm. As she moved so fast she was right in front of Lenore before she knew what happen . “Lenore I'm Keeley Nice to meet you and I see you used the Wishing Well as well, But tell me before these poor men fall over themselves over you how you manage to get um “With a Pointed look at her tentacles. <br><br>Keeley Moved Back away and leaned on the Wishing Well waited for the woman to be distracted enough as she put her hands in her Pocket and waited for the perfect time to drop the coins in her pocket. Her skin tingled , As she mused it to be her spider sense that something just wasn't right with this island. Or maybe it was the woman or both of the men , Just something wasn't in the normal of her normal little world , and All of the sudden she felt like she was Dorthy ….”Well Toto we sure as hell ain't in Kansas” she mumbled to her self. 
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				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>23-06-2009, 02:16:36</strong>
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				Gwyn rose again, and brushed the errant strands from his face as he came a little closer.&nbsp; "You are the first to use the well in a long time," he said, addressing both women.&nbsp; "As for myself - I'm not - entirely sure how long I've been here.&nbsp; I tried to keep track for a few months after I arrived, but wind and weather destroyed my records.&nbsp; There are some caves further inland that I have made into a fair camp, if you care to see it - I'm afraid I don't know where our winged friend resides."
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				Post by: <strong>PaleEnchantress</strong> on <strong>23-06-2009, 02:41:52</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;"I got the feeling that the well only allows one wish (and she still has that feeling) so I made sure it was as extravagant as possible." She begins using her tentacles to punctuate her flowery speech. Caressing her body with them as she explains the beauty and nature of the type of creature she wished to be spreading them out as she mentions she not just any Cecealian but a queen, and raising her staff in her hands curing the tips of her tentacles upward behind her as she mentions the magic she found. While unusual the display looks rather natural for someone that has tentacles rather then over dramatic and planned. She is either getting used to her body or great at faking it.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;"Keely I think we will find we have much in common. Unfortunately I can't tell you much of this place. I only got here a bit before you. Still while it is rather strange we are probably very lucky to be here. If there is some purpose to it all then that's even better"<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;She turns her attention to Gwyn moving two tentacles near his face but not touching it. "You seem almost stranded here, what is it you wished for that left you still a cast away?" She gets an idea and gives Gwyn a insidious grin. "I would love to see your cave. Please take me there. I mind neither if it's a grans palace or a crude hole you use for shelter. I want to know more about you if that is allright." <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; She turns her eyes to the winged one "If Gwyn is unsure about you then you both must not see each other much, if at all. perhaps you could tell me about yourself some time....."<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; She thinks to herself "If I was alone I would be going bonkers testing out this magic I have. With people watching though I don't want to look foolish or over excited. After all what good is power if you lose respect....."<br><br><br><br><br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>quelle</strong> on <strong>23-06-2009, 10:00:24</strong>
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				The Angelic man nodded through a grimace to the other male. "I live here and there. And leaving... is not impossible, nor as easy as one would make it out to be, even with wings. Flying for days in any direction will find you absolutely nothing."<br><br>He would hesitate however, before asking, "Would I be able to accompany you to the caves? Considering this island is my home, I would like to keep an eye on it's newest guests."<br><br>He seemed wary to step any closer to Lenore. "If it would please you as well, m'lady." he found himself saying before he realized it. <em>What am I thinking?!</em> he would wonder a moment later.
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				Post by: <strong>DarkAngel</strong> on <strong>23-06-2009, 22:45:38</strong>
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				Keeley smiled at both men , It seemed the Angel dude wasn't scared of her, as he was of Lenore . She wonders why that is , Listening to Gwyn about caves , and nods in agreement. <br><br>“Well Um Lenore and Gentle Weird Men It seems we all have this dilemma<br>&nbsp;, We a stuck on an island that has a wishing well , Dangerous as that Might seem not all of us wished to be off this island , Nor did I believe it worked , Till Now” . <br><br>Walking up to the Angelic Man she looked at Gwyn and Lenore “So lets say its safe to say it people we are screwed !” shaking her head with disgust , If she knew what she knows now she would of wished for for, What the hell would she wish for ? <br><br>“Ah Hell! Lets go Look at those Caves Gwyn, Lenore Do you need water for those um err Tentacles of yours” as she watched her float and looked at her crown ...Her instincts screamed don't trust her , But then she never did listen to her self … <br><br>Being be sarcastic as she looked at the Angel man “Going My way ?”
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				Post by: <strong>PaleEnchantress</strong> on <strong>24-06-2009, 00:01:37</strong>
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				"Well gentlemen..." She purrs out "Don't keep us waiting. Lead on"<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;She looked down at Keeley. She was glad the blue haired valkyrie had such a cheery and mischievious personality. Lenore had a tendency to be gloomy and obsess on details. She hopes the two of them would become friends, perhaps Keeley needed someone a bit more serious to help her sometimes. Could be a very unique friendship. Both of the males were very exotic. They were both treating her with the gentle respect she wanted from them. Being stuck here would be a curse for none of them. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;She pondered on what she could do with her magic to make the four of them experience some real luxury. If Gwyn really had to rough a living out from what is on the island then she would put a smile on his face by conjuring a feast for the 4 of them. "He can keep the clothes he is in though, he looks so cute in his frayed jeans and near lack of shirt." As she grinned to herself she took notice of the extra effort the angel made to ask her permission. It was a sweet gesture and one she enjoyed. <br><br>"The four of us should go together. in the movies the dinosaurs always eat anyone who stays behind" she joked. She could only use so much of her magic in a single day. She hopes a conjured meal and enhancing the cave structure would not be too taxing. She thought of all the wonderful things she could do for those in her favor.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;The more she thought though the more she worried. What if Keeley had no desire to be friends? What if The Angel and Gwyn found out Lenore wasn't quite as cool as she acted. Being mocked for trusting another woman..... Being ridiculed by men for exposing her feelings to them? No! She could not let this happen. Not when she had no where else to run to! Trying to control the others with her magic was too risky. She would just have to play things out as they happen. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;She told herself to just be calm. She smiled at everyone and followed Gwyn. She made sure to try to look cheerful and content but subconsciously she curled her tentacles tightly up the shaft of her staff. Totally unaware that her grip on it was strong enough to crush steel. Maybe the fun was just starting?<br><br><br><br><br><br>&nbsp;
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				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>24-06-2009, 00:16:12</strong>
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				"I - I don't remember making any wish," Gwyn replied.&nbsp; "I woke up one morning and I was here.&nbsp; There seems to be plenty of food and water, but any attempt at making a boat gets derailed.&nbsp; I've had a raft get scattered by a storm, a canoe somehow rot through overnight, and the one time I had something like a sail, something tore it to shreds, and the line were all gnawed through."<br><br>As he talked, he led the way along a winding path through the underbrush, until the little group came to a clear-blue lagoon that was framed by cliffs on one side, and a long line of sea-rounded rocks on the other.&nbsp; A soft sandy beach led down to the water, and several fruit trees grew nearby.<br><br>"It's not much, but for now I call it home."
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				Post by: <strong>quelle</strong> on <strong>24-06-2009, 06:29:27</strong>
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				The angelic being followed the other three, seeming to almost try and lose them anyway, but his curiosity continued to get the best of him.<br><br>After hearing Gwyn's story, he told his own. "A bit over four years ago, I didn't wake up in bed. I woke up here, not far from the beach, in the jungle. Slowly over the first two years, these wings grew. Once they got this big...well, that was it. I haven't been able to fly anywhere else, and so far all my tries have nearly gotten me killed."<br><br>Upon finding the cave and it's surroundings, he would bound over to one of the trees, using his wings to make him run even faster, then fly up to grab a fruit, and do his best to sit against the tree, while watching the others.
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				Post by: <strong>PaleEnchantress</strong> on <strong>25-06-2009, 00:13:53</strong>
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				She looked at the small cave. It seemed hardly more then a dug out. <br><br>"So for years you two have been here alone. No companionship and no hope of leaving?" She smiled disguising her joy of how much they needed her with&nbsp; the little sympathy she felt for them. <br><br>"Living off of fruit and the rare fish would make my stomach go sour after a few weeks. Not knowing the soft tastes of cheese or bread....." She descends a few feet until just barely above the ground and moves to be standing just inches in front of Gwyn. One of her tentacles lifts her orb out of her hands while another uses the magic of the staff to make something pie shaped appear in her hands.<br><br>It's a quiche! The scent of smoked provolone cheese, and sauteed onions fills the air. "I made this just for you" she says giving Gwyn a sly smile.<br><br>She began to feel more relaxed. "I guess there is some joy in giving" she thought to herself hoping to bring a smile to the sweet mans face. 
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				Post by: <strong>DarkAngel</strong> on <strong>25-06-2009, 06:17:24</strong>
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				Keeley stayed behind as she looked around , Life was never what you wanted but in this case , Now she only had a couple people here that she could interact with .. Well it could be worse as she saw a water fall not far from the cave “Oh Yes!” she smiled to her self .. <br><br>Looking around to make sure know one was looking are paying attention she took off her clothes and hoped in the water “shit its cold!” shivering as she took her self a nice little bath .. <br><br>With a sigh she rubbed her hands up and down her body her eyes closed just enjoying a least a private moment to her self...<br>
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				Post by: <strong>quelle</strong> on <strong>25-06-2009, 08:17:38</strong>
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				Matthew watched as the less self-righteous one went for a dip, though didn't join her. Walking into the cave, he heard the tail end of her giving Gwyn the food. "Oh, and nothing for me?" he asked, sounding a bit perturbed.<br><br>"It isn't like we could get off of this island to have a meal whenever we felt. Like I said, I've been trying to figure out ways off, but I've yet to find a way. We're as good as stuck here."
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				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>25-06-2009, 15:23:32</strong>
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				Gwyn sniffed appreciatively.&nbsp; "Cheese and bread, no," he replied, "but there are shellfish and seabirds for both eggs and meat.&nbsp; I haven't hunted anything larger, since it would be a waste for one."&nbsp; <br><br>It was at this moment that the other man spoke, and Gwyn gave a slightly guilty start.&nbsp; "I'm sure that with the island's bounty, this would serve all four of us for a meal..."
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				Post by: <strong>PaleEnchantress</strong> on <strong>26-06-2009, 09:58:16</strong>
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				"It is nice to hear you have not suffered too much for your stay here" She said to Gwyn still smiling.<br><br>She was disappointed that he didn't fall to his knees and start salivating over the meal but she realized that kind of reaction was probably a bit much to hope for. "Of course there is plenty for everyone" she said as she took the quiche in her tentacles and lowered it. Realizing she was alone with the two men she added. "It would mean so much to me If we all could share it"<br><br><em>Keely might be here soon. Since there is two women here I should probably focus my attentions on one. Which one though. I don't want to be too hasty here....</em><br><br>Utilizing the power of her orb she released scentless pheromones from her body. Any men that came close to her would become very aroused. From there she could get a better idea of what each one could offer.
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				Post by: <strong>DarkAngel</strong> on <strong>28-06-2009, 00:56:43</strong>
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				Getting down with her bath , She got dressed as ,she walked back to where everyone was . "So what did I miss" She looked at everyone .. <br><br>As she walk around the cave, and Looked at Lenore "Ok I don't know about you Lenore ,But I refuse to Live in a Cave" she gave a mental shiver of Creepy Crawlies that just wouldn't do at all .<br><br>What they needed was a house in the middle of the island, and maybe some beds and clothes..
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				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>28-06-2009, 03:01:30</strong>
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				Gwyn almost scurried to attend to the necessary arrangements.&nbsp; In only a few minutes, he had brought back large flat leaves to use as plates, and a knife made from a sharp shell and a piece of driftwood.&nbsp; A large, flat rock was dusted clean, and something that was probably the remnants of a sail was spread over it to form a makeshift table.<br><br>He returned in time to hear Keely's comment, and the feathers on his scalp seemed to almost droop.&nbsp; "There isn't much to use for materials, ma'am," he said apologetically, before gesturing to share his hospitality.
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				Post by: <strong>PaleEnchantress</strong> on <strong>30-06-2009, 06:46:33</strong>
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				It was difficult for Lenore to hide the fact she was practically green with jealousy. She couldn't be sure but she felt strongly that Keeley was about to procure a beautiful cabin for everyone to live in. Lenore felt she was about to be one-up'd on her very own idea. Well she would just have to smile and bear it. Lenore could create a beautiful palace for herself under the waves, she had wished to be a queen after all. What would she rule though, fish and sand? Keeley was not only competing for the one true resource on this island she was that resource herself: Companionship. <br><br>The two men of course probably couldn't see it just yet but the two women could have anything they wanted. Just no one to share in it. Lenore told herself that Keeley was a potentially good friend. She was smart enough not to get too mad at 25% of the population. <br><br>"Oh Gwyn you are sweet." She lowered the quiche and smiled to the other two hoping they will join.&nbsp; Lenore hoped Keeley would at least wait until after they all eat. A good meal together would probably put everyone in a much better mood. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: IC: Wishing Well</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DarkAngel</strong> on <strong>03-07-2009, 08:13:33</strong>
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				Keeley walked over to stand closer the&nbsp; winged man.. "I really have this things about bugs its a fear really " she mumbled to her self . Watching Lenore and Gwyn <br><br>She gave a small sigh not sure what to do . Life has its curves, and it seems today it was full of it.. "I'm sorry Gwyn I didn't mean to sound rude I just hate Bugs. " rubbing the dirt floor with her toe...<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: IC: Wishing Well</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>03-07-2009, 16:31:25</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Gwyn blinked up at the two women from where he had deftly cut the quiche into eight slices - the right size to eat easily, the right number to divide properly among them.&nbsp; The same knife made short work of some ripe fruit that he had gathered earlier.<br><br>"There aren't many bugs out here to worry about - some butterflies that feed on the flowers, and back in the trees if you look under rocks, maybe - but they don't seem to come out onto the beaches.&nbsp; Of course, now that there are four of us, it might be easier to do better."<br><br>He looked at the other three inquisitively.&nbsp; Even if he didn't understand the magic of the well, he recognized that four people could accomplish what one could not.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: IC: Wishing Well</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PaleEnchantress</strong> on <strong>03-07-2009, 20:56:50</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'm glad to hear that. The last thing I want is an infestation of vermin" Lenore said as she scooped into her slice of quiche with a spare shell.<br><br>"I find it interesting that you two men were here much longer then us, that you havn't been able to use the well, and that the two of us apeared on the same day. Is there anything you two guys have in common with each other. Keeley I wonder the same about us. The gender thing is obvious but it had to be something bigger then that." Lenore paused a moment eating and thinking.<br><br><em>It's pretty fucking awesome to have tentacles!</em><br><br>"You have seen plenty when you tried to fly above the island, or escape on water. Have either of you done much to look <em>under</em> the water? I think I might do that later..."<br><br>
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