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| +CEMP+ | Jan 19 2008, 08:10 PM |
SUPER SHELL BATTLE MODE 3!
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Teffra chuckled a bit inside as she saw Aysla try to wipe the frost out of his hair, noticing as much as he tried, he just wasn't able to. Strangely, she couldn't help but smirk inwardly, (She had been smirking a lot lately, she realized) at how Aysla had caught what she had meant, but made no weird notion of it. Either the mention had been too obscure for him to raise a brow, or he simply had an accepting mind. There could be a couple of other answers, she thought as they strode back to the, but it really didn't matter anyway. What did, however, warrant more of her attention was how he seemed to close up immediately after Groken spoke; what disturbed her even more was the tune of his 'noise' had changed to match that of a moment ago. It was as though there was something about her companion that bothered him greatly; why, she could not understand. The only reason she could deduce was that he had seen his Melog form, but even still, that didn't make him a threat, and she knew Aysla wasn't anyone ordinary, just as she was. She could tell he wasn't bothered by anything out of the ordinary, probably because to him, that wasn't in his definition. As far as she knew, Groken wouldn't hurt a fly, and was in no way some kind of jerk, and the two obviously hadn't gotten to know each other as she had. Even though she enjoyed Aysla for his mystery, there was something deeply disturbing about his reaction. She'd have to make a reminder to question him about that when there was a chance. Back at the barracks, Teffra and her companion listened to what the litch had to say. While Teffra knew that there could be danger on this journey, and she didn't feel surprised to bump into some, Groken was not at all happy. She could him groaning behind him, and she rolled her eyes. "Listen, Groken, I don't think diplomanacy is going to get us out of this fight, or at least stop it. Besides," she added with a smile, "it's not like you have to fight. You're just here to help with some research; you can leave the fighting to me, ok?" Groken merely nodded, seeming happy for her reassurance, but still groaned at the thought of an oncoming battle. Teffra couldn't help but wonder what Aysla was making of all this. Strange, she couldn't help but feel a tad worried for him, despite the fact that she knew he could take care of himself. All that she knew was that this was going to one night. |
"To look for a shipwreck is at best a crapshoot, and to launch and fund a search, it helps to be the headmaster of the village idiot school or else the kind of stubborn lunatic who tries walk through walls simply because they're in the way. I probably fall in the latter group." - Clive Cussler, The Sea Hunters II  | |
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