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Originally posted by Talon Karrde:
*Talon morphs into his Diablo 2 character, ResEdit, and lays waste to everybody in the bar except for cicion, always careful not to damage the furniture
Piemur1 gets knocked down by a succesion of flying hammers
Mike hits out at ResEdit and is flung against the far wall at 10 the speed of the punch
Cicion, can I see that knife? I want to test something...
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Mike wakes up again! 
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I try to think but nothing happens!- Ultimate Rebel
Talon sees a high potential in a dupe of Cicion's knife finding its way into UR's bowels...
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This Vid is a bit like my beast; extremely long, and best enjoyed with a mouthful of nuts.
-Ali G.
A figure sits, watching, in the shadows of the corner. He is silent for a long time, then leans forward, smooth features, black hair and sparkling blue eyes coming into the light.
"Cicion- a Devil's Breath, if you would be so good."
Sundered Angel's lips part in a smile as he surveys the bar oncemore.
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Sundered Angel ,
The One and Only
Ares Webboard Moderator, and all-around Nice Guy
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Originally posted by Talon Karrde:
**Talon sees a high potential in a dupe of Cicion's knife finding its way into UR's bowels...
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what are bowels?? oh and didn't TK have to leave Myrkr?
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I try to think but nothing happens!- Ultimate Rebel
Cicion's three eyes slowly(and undetectably) rotate until they are trained on Sundered Angel. The left side of Cicion's mouth curves upward in a smile and he fetches a Devil's Breath. He walks over and plunks the volatile drink down in front of Angel. There you are. How've you been, old friend?
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-Traek Cicion of the Taeskor
"What sort of man is he?"
"Oh, he's just like any other man, only more so."
-Casablanca
Sundered Angel smiles, leaning back and taking a sip from his drink. "I am well as always. Yourself?" He exhales, flame venting from his nostrils in much the same way as smoke does from a smoker's. "I do not see many familiar faces about, that I must say."
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Sundered Angel ,
The One and Only
Ares Webboard Moderator, and all-around Nice Guy
Another patron off on a dusty table to the side coughs and shakes off the dust that has gathered over him and his table, still with cards on the table and a pile of betting chips. After looking around, he sees his gaming partners have left over a month ago, and appearantly have stolen his cash. Muttering curses, he heads outside to his ship where he keeps the rest of his credits.
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"I'm a controversial figure. My friends either dislike me or hate me."
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Originally posted by Sundered Angel:
**Sundered Angel smiles, leaning back and taking a sip from his drink. "I am well as always. Yourself?" He exhales, flame venting from his nostrils in much the same way as smoke does from a smoker's. "I do not see many familiar faces about, that I must say."
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An unlucky client at a nearby table is caught in the blast of flame. The patron cries out in anguish, and clutching his charred face he entertains the rest of the bar as he frantically runs around like a blind person, knocking over tables, chairs, and drinks.
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"I'm a controversial figure. My friends either dislike me or hate me."
Sundered Angel watches the burning man with a slight smile on his face as he rushes about. Then, as the unfortunate burner passes his table, he trips him, smothering the flames with a short cape.
"Some people just don't know how to behave in a bar."
He takes another sip, rolling the drink around in his mouth before releasing a small puff of flame.
"Now, where was I?"
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Sundered Angel ,
The One and Only
Ares Webboard Moderator, and all-around Nice Guy
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Originally posted by Sundered Angel:
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"Now, where was I?"
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talking with Cicion i believe.
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I try to think but nothing happens!- Ultimate Rebel
Unsheaths his Keutae and presents the shining blade to Angel. I just got it reenforced and re-forged by Imperial Bladeworks on Dominus. Not bad, eh?
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-Traek Cicion of the Taeskor
"What sort of man is he?"
"Oh, he's just like any other man, only more so."
-Casablanca
Avatara enters, now having his credit chips with him. He tiredly plops down in a seat on the other side of the room of Sundered Angel, watching him with a wary eye, and a quick glance every now and then to the unconscious charred person on the ground. Avatara scoots his chair back against the wall, and orders a simple Merenzane Gold from Cicion.
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"I'm a controversial figure. My friends either dislike me or hate me."
"Howdy, howdy, howyd all!"
Everyone looks at Darkk's wierd outfit.
"Stop looking at me like that..."
Somebody in the corner starts laughing.
"I mean it..."
Darkk fires a plasma shot at the guy, vaporising his drink and scalding him with the steam.
"I did warn you. Nobody taunts me while I'm wearing the special plasma-safety outfit and gets away unharmed."
"Devil's Breath, Cicion. I'm in a rotten mood - gotta loosen up."
Suddenly Darkk notices SA.
"Why hello there. Haven't seen you recently. How are things?"
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Formerly-Rampant Human-Coded AI
Sundered Angel examines the dagger, running his hands over the blade. He tests the edge thoughtfully, noting the thin trickle of blood now running down his thumb.
"It's a good blade. I'd call it razor-sharp, but it's sharper than any razor I've handled."
He hands it back, noticing Darkk and nodding.
"Things are going well, which is why I decided to drop by again. I see not all of the old faces are gone..."
He downs his Devil's Breath, a cone of fire briefly shooting across the bar, and leans back.
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Sundered Angel ,
The One and Only
Ares Webboard Moderator, and all-around Nice Guy
(This message has been edited by Sundered Angel (edited 05-10-2001).)
(Man, you HAVE been away for a while. It's a dagger, not a sword!)
Retrieves his DAGGER from Angel and sheathes it in his sleeve sheath. Imperial Bladeworks makes a lot of money re-forging Keutaes.
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-Traek Cicion of the Taeskor
"What sort of man is he?"
"Oh, he's just like any other man, only more so."
-Casablanca
*Avatara grumbles as he picks himself out of the debris caused by Sundered Angel's breath on incinerating fire. He moves the table aside, and frees his leg from the table, which is half-melted away.
Avatara looks up a Darkk, and his face turns to anger as he points.*
"YOU!!! Give me back my money, thief!"
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"I'm a controversial figure. My friends either dislike me or hate me."
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Originally posted by Sundered Angel:
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He downs his Devil's Breath, a cone of fire briefly shooting across the bar, and leans back.
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UR is happy he was not sitting in that section of the bar. 
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I try to think but nothing happens!- Ultimate Rebel
