[This is pretty close to how I imagine Above's writing is like. Messy, thick-marker stuff, but legible. Though she can fit more letters per line.]
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Not the lake, it's occupied. [By which she means that she sees Tian in dragon form. Above avoids him.] Access Point, maybe. If you want me to take you anywhere, you can bring rope. Up to you.
All right. I'll see you there. [She'll bring the rope anyhow, since if this is something sensitive it's best not to discuss it in as public a place as that.]
call it a slowlog?feathered_earthMarch 16 2011, 01:12:47 UTC
[Krile arrives at the Access Point with the rope coil slung over her shoulder, looking around for Above. She figures Above wants to talk about Nothlit, or maybe she just wants to hang out... she did admit that she got lonely sometimes.
Re: call it a slowlog?azhdarchidaeMarch 16 2011, 03:09:50 UTC
Hi.
[It's not too cold today, and her wing membranes are a fairly even color, mottled dull purple on aged paper. Those wings are folded now as she approaches on all fours, head not terribly high.]
Re: call it a slowlog?feathered_earthMarch 16 2011, 14:52:19 UTC
Hi there.
[She uncoils the rope, getting ready to fashion a sling like she did when she gave lent Above the space heater.]
Something you've got with you, or in another part of the Tree?
[She's not sure where Above would carry something she had to show Krile but... maybe she has a pouch somewhere? Krile doesn't know too much about pterosaur physiology.]
Re: call it a slowlog?azhdarchidaeMarch 16 2011, 20:07:51 UTC
Part of the Tree - one of the islands, really.
[Above looks piercingly at Krile, first out of one eye, then the other. It's not a look she gives often. Then she shrugs, a motion of her head that ripples down her neck.]
[pentaps.] There used to be someone here who called himself Nothlit.
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How long ago was that?
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Two years ago.
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[Should she leave it at that? She shouldn't leave it at that.]
You busy?
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[She just wants to ask about the hole under Captain Planet, but is feeling too suspicious to say it openly.]
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[Above will be out at that same root as last time, a little more thoughtful/subdued.]
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Either way, she's here.]
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[It's not too cold today, and her wing membranes are a fairly even color, mottled dull purple on aged paper. Those wings are folded now as she approaches on all fours, head not terribly high.]
I want to show you something.
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[She uncoils the rope, getting ready to fashion a sling like she did when she gave lent Above the space heater.]
Something you've got with you, or in another part of the Tree?
[She's not sure where Above would carry something she had to show Krile but... maybe she has a pouch somewhere? Krile doesn't know too much about pterosaur physiology.]
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[Above looks piercingly at Krile, first out of one eye, then the other. It's not a look she gives often. Then she shrugs, a motion of her head that ripples down her neck.]
Maybe two islands.
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[She starts fashioning the rope sling around Above's neck... in retrospect, maybe she should have just brought her broomstick.]
'Scuse me.
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[Above sits it out patiently, and then goes for the edge.]
You know the drill.
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