Lessa
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There is no worse feeling than watching someone suffer and knowing you can't help them.
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I am 100000% done.
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Babyface Alkor is best Alkor.
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Thought we had a million, but, baby, we got nothing.
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That's the greatest picture ever. I like you, Raijin.
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Anyone up for a non-combat, site-wide holiday roleplay? A party or something. I dunno.
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1. You look like one of my 6th graders. Why are you drinking? (No offense, I love you. <3) 2. Your girlfriend is super cute.
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This is one good looking website. Holy smokes.
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A sixth grader just asked me out on a date.
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For Kazuya.
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For Zelrius.
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The young woman took note of the envelope that Claim had left on the counter. It was interesting to her that he would come back, after all the trouble she had caused him. I guess he liked what I made him though, she thought to herself. Then the girl completed her transaction with Ryuu. "I hope you like them," she told him with a small smile. Finally, she turned to Zelrius. She chose to ignore his harsh tone, as she was used to his stand-offish ways. "You really don't need to pay me this much," she reminded him, shaking her head. "But thank you. Here are your items."
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(( You should have contacted me vis PM if there was such a rush. But okay, bye. )) Lessa filled her arms with materials, and made her way to the fire. Ryuu had stopped in earlier, and asked for some equiptment. She knew he was grieving, what with Argumail's sudden death. The least she could do was finish up his order, and put her heart into everything that she crafted for him. Looking over his order, she began to shove the materials into the fire. "Fantastic!" the woman exclaimed, as the crafts began to take shape. Just as she had hoped, she was able to craft Ryuu's two perfect item. "H
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"I too, was looking for something. Something real in this world. For me, it was the warmth of your hand."
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Celes is a babe.
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"Careful!" The young swordswoman called out, clearly concerned by the damage Daeron was taking. She watched his battle healing boost his health, but she still worried for him. Despite his high level and enormous amount of health, Lessa hated to see him take damage. She allowed this anger to carry her toward the bandit once more. Her emotion clouded her blue eyes, but the added accuracy in her gauntlets helped guide her strike to the right place. And as her heavy claymore dropped, she slashed away at the enemy's health. She carved a piece out of his shoulder, then threw herself away from his
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For Rebekah.
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Lessa still rode on the adrenaline of the previous day's crafts. They had turned out brilliantly, and she could not be happier. The fear of failure had crippled her, and she had avoided her shop at all costs. But that time was over, and she knew she had to buckle down and do work once more. Rebekah had been waiting so patiently for her crafts, and the young woman knew she could not keep her waiting any longer. Scooping up a handful of materials, the blonde made her way to the fire. One by one, she thrust the materials into the flames. And again, the results were remarkable. Lessa shivered
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I have a fancy old desk with locking mechanisms that follow no pattern at all. Which means I locked myself out of my own desk in front of thirty three sixth graders. Never a dull moment.
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The young woman glanced over her list of orders that were waiting for her, and she could not help but shudder. There was so much to do, and so little time to do it all. Since her epic failure with Claim, she had more or less avoided her shop. It had been such an embarrassment, and she really did not want to put anyone else through that. But today, she had a more specific, more urgent task. Zel had come to her with a time-sensitive order, insisting that he needed as many items as possible as quickly as possible. Though he had not elaborated, and Lessa had not asked questions, she had agreed to
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Are you satisfied with your care? I cannot deactivate until you say “I am satisfied with my care.â€
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Should I really pay to see a movie that is just going to totally wreck my emotions?
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Don't have the keys, so I can't leave the apartment. Someone bring me food!
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"Whoa," Lessa breathed as she witnessed Daeron's enormous hit. That must be how it feels to be a level 32, she found herself thinking. I'll be there one day. This thought gave her a boost of courage, and she was a bit more cocky than she had meant to be when she answered Daeron. "Don't worry about me! I'll be fine." To prove her point, she shoved off her back foot and threw herself toward the action. As she neared the first NPC, she slowed to a halt. The bandit, who would not be duped a second time, squared off against her. The blonde met his gaze, gripped her sword's hilt tighter, and shi
