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FMM1, S, R, MP, EF
Flann Meets Myuu, 1
Once she felt she was a safe distance from the hoard of n00bs, Flan nimbly leapt to the ground. Opening her range of telepathy powers, Flan used the animals and insects around her to "see" her way along as she made her way home. Rounding the edge of a sheer cliff, Flan stopped. Something just ahead had scared away all the animals and insects.
Not even dragons or demons in their worst moods can do that, Flan thought to herself. Gently probing ahead, Flan "felt" an evil so vile it nearly made her retch with revulsion.
"Who's there!" a voice yelled sharply. It resonated with the same evil that Flan had felt.
Pulling back, Flan surrounded herself with a psychic barrier. Whatever was just ahead, Flan knew she was going to have to fight it to get home.
I'm too old for this s**t, [1] Flan thought to herself with a sigh.
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Suspicions
When Taran revealed he was not paid to rescue him and Lizbeth, Creighton raised an eyebrow. Something that Taran had hinted to him unlocked a bit of Creighton's memory. "When Dragoons meet blood will flow, and as they leave time does slow." [2]
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Rhonabwy
Looking up from his desk, Rhonabwy muttered, "He's alive. Dragon is not going to be very happy about this."
"What was that dear?" Alachia asked.
"My Dragoon," Rhonabwy said. "He's here."
"Oh my," Alachia said. "Dragon's in her shedding season. We should lock her in her room. She could very well do him injury."
"Him or Sabre," Rhonabwy replied with a small grin.
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Making Preparations
"AUNTIE-D," Xangord said, once the android had seen to Rose. "Once Shalimar and Wolf are stable enough to move we shall be taking them back to Dragon's house."
"Yeah," Nogard said. "They move, they die."
"They die I kill you!" Larkin hissed.
"Silence," Xangord said.
"I kill you!" Larkin repeated to Nogard. [3]
"Though these two can do with being separated," Xangord sighed. "Father, see Nogard home. I'll bring these three home in a while."
"Of course," Lord Avondale said, standing and all but dragging Nogard out of Rose's house.
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Enjoying the Fight
Realizing her father caught her smoking, Wynn decided trying to hide it was pointless and waived with the cigarette in her hand--only to start laughing as Eria caught him off guard and knocked him down with his neck caught between the X formed by Eria's staffs.
As she was taking another drag on the cigarette and watching her father transform from male to female and back to male again, Wynn arched an eyebrow. She was not sure if she had seen that particular move. She did not have time to think back on it as her father back flipped through the air and landed beside her.
Snatching away her cigarette, he said, "These are bad for you. You should smoke what I smoke. Caffeine Cigarettes. They're better for you, give you a burst of energy, and basically just plain rock. Nicotine is garbage and I'm quite allergic to the smell of that smoke. We'll talk about it later. I got to beat up your sister now."
With a wink, he went back to fighting Eria--it was only at that point that Wynn realized that her father had switched her pack of cigarettes with his own pack. Examining the new pack, Wynn muttered, "And they apparently make one very talkative and do stupid things."
Like her father, Wynn had concocted her own specialized brand of cigarettes. Hers were made out of ground rosemary with a touch of diamond dust. True, this mix gave off the scent of nicotine, but the effects were more beneficial to Wynn than the Caffeine Cigarettes were--as they kept her asthma at bay. Sniffing one of the cigarettes her father gave her, Wynn thought hers smelt better in their pack than his did.
As Eria and her father continued to fight, Wynn began to manipulate the earth about her. She did not change anything noticeably, but she did make a few preparations. At the end of the fight when Eria lost--rather spectacularly in Wynn's opinion--to their father, Wynn clapped. "Good show!"
"So, finally sane again, eh Wynn?" Wynn's father asked approaching her. "Done pretending to be human?"
"I'm no more sane than you are dad," Wynn said with a devilish grin. "And we ALL know how sane that is. And as far as being human, I got used to it on a little place called Riverworld. I should tell you I'm..." Wynn paused to count, "...975,310 years old now?"
Standing to her feet--with exact replicas rising from the dirt and stone around her--and holding out a hand, Wynn said, "I'll take back my rosemary and diamond dust cigarettes...old man."
"Old man" was said with a mischievous grin on Wynn's face and a playful flick of her tail and ears. Her earth clones mimicked her movements. [4]
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[2] Obscure greeting of Dragoons when one of their own is injured. Very few Dragoons know this--much less their masters even if their masters are gods. Bonus cookies if you know where the quote came from!
[3] Yes, yes. I know. I couldn't resist. xd
[4] If I can't make it any clearer, let me clarify: Wynn wants a fight.