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[myblackwand]

*in a clearing near the edge of the woods, there is a seven-foot Draegeran practicing what appear to be sword forms. He's quite good, and very intent on his work

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[myblackwand]

*completes the move he's engaged in, then turns*

I'm rather fond of her.

[myblackwand]

*bows slightly in acknowledgement*

As to that, well, I am sorry to say I don't know.

[two_jedi_sticks]

[oh so very pinged]

...

[myblackwand]

*still concentrating on practice forms*

[two_jedi_sticks]

Is...that coming from your sword?

[myblackwand]

...ah, you feel her hunger.

[f_your_sister]

[la la la, Issola bondage maid passing by -- HOLY SHIT AURA]

. . .

[myblackwand]

*pinged by not!Issola?*

It seems I'm attracting an audience.

[f_your_sister]

[possibly by magic too! need to reread your canon, I forget your pings. :< ]

My apologies, sir. I did not mean to interrupt.

[myblackwand]

*n-no idea how much he'd be pinged by you, actually. :Db And yes, you do.*

You haven't; I was nearly finished in any case.

[myblackwand]

*turns, Blackwand held loosely in one hand*

Raine, wasn't it?

[myblackwand]

She is rather unique, isn't she?

[buffleheaded]

Your sword looks like it needs shined.

[myblackwand]

That's her natural state.

[buffleheaded]

And if you just polish it more, that'd be it's natural state!

[myblackwand]

I take good care of her, madam. I nearly think she would tell me otherwise.