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Post by Le Pigster on Jun 30, 2010 9:11:25 GMT -8
Natalya trekked through the desert heat, feeling rather uncomfortable in her heavy black jacket. Ranna floated next to her, at perfect ease. Occasionally it would summon some Bubbles for itself and giggle happily when they popped.
Needless to say, Natalya was unamused by this. |
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Post by Drago on Jul 2, 2010 15:48:04 GMT -8
Who should come down the path, but Artisan Renaldo himself. Sauntering down with his paints and his hat, he was thinking about his art, and didn't see Ranna until he bumped right into it. "Well!" He said, started. "Hello there! I go by Renaldo. And who are you?"
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Post by Le Pigster on Jul 3, 2010 10:25:55 GMT -8
ooc: Who the heck is "Renaldo"? *Doesn't remember*
bic: <Meeeeew!> squeaked Ranna, startled. It flew back behind Natalya to hide.
Natalya arched an eyebrow. "I am Natalya, and this is Ranna. Have we met?"
Her hand went to her rapier out of habit, but she didn't draw yet. Ranna could protect them both if it felt endangered. There was no need to be concerned. Yet. |
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Post by Drago on Jul 15, 2010 10:52:14 GMT -8
Renaldo gave a flourish of his cloak. "I'm afraid not. I am sure I would remember meeting such a beautiful young woman." He studied Renna. "You know... I have some skill in painting... Would you like me to color one of your pokemon?"
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Post by Le Pigster on Jul 16, 2010 12:22:24 GMT -8
Natalya raised an eyebrow, unamused. She had met this type before - the flatterers, the oily ones. She ignored the compliment, instead gesturing towards Ranna.
"Be my guest," she said wearily. Ranna twirled in a few happy circles. |
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