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Reve picked up a pomegranate and began slicing it open with the tip of her gunblade. After carefully wiping the juice off of the blade, she sat and chewed the seeds, a look of great pleasure on her face.
When she was finished, she stood and walked toward the door, but stopped and turned around as though forgetting something. "Folks, when you have finished breakfast, I would love to see you in the training grounds," she addressed to the entire tent. She then turned back around and walked away to continue her own training. She shook her head thinking of all the troops here who didn't realize what hard work lay ahead of them. No wonder there were so many injured. |
What's that stuff? > .>'...
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What Stuff Trakadon?
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I think they're referring to the title of this thread.
"Obbie's Mess Hall Of Magical Food and Stuff" I'd also like to know what the "stuff" is, or perhaps I don't want to know... |
Maybe the stuff is everything under the universe
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This sounds like a fun place. -sits down-
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*eats bacon and eggs while watching the ebb and flow of the Rebel's Kitchen*
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*waiting to be served a cup of water* I need to eat something but I can't
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Some pome sounds fun. *Noms pome that Reve sliced.*
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Can I get a pomegranate lemonade please~ *asks bartender*
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I would like some sweet iced tea with lemon, please.
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Where's our bartender
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Yes. It looks like we have been deserted.
*Angel wanders around to the other side of the bar and starts making some lemonade and iced tea.* |
Where is the manager?
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I have no idea. o.0
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It smells delicious in here! |
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