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Post by Evangeline on Mar 9, 2007 18:52:20 GMT -5
"Likewise." Chase nodded. "My bro and sis are coming up, I just couldn't keep'em away." As he spoke, the sounds of two other helos dopplered in from the east.
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Post by ebonyviper on Mar 9, 2007 18:56:39 GMT -5
Maven and Krill were with Chase as they heard the other helos coming in.
"Yeah, if it weren't for my folks keeping an eye on her, my little sis would be out here too," grinned Chase.
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Post by Evangeline on Mar 9, 2007 19:08:48 GMT -5
Shane and Marian came in about ten minutes after their older brother. As Bran was navy blue and silver, Shane was dove-grey with wide red stripes and a darker grey muzzle. Marian was a deep metallic crimson with matte black down her nose and a thorny rose etched in one of her passenger cabin doors. They were almost full size, though their final filling-out was just a few years away. As Shane came up, he mouthed playfully at Bran's tail boom, much to his brother's annoyance. "Can't shake us, nyaah!"
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Post by ebonyviper on Mar 9, 2007 19:34:41 GMT -5
"That's something," nodded Chase, as Shane and Marian came up, "Almost like twins." He said this looking back at Maven and Krill.
"It's not our fault that we're twins," Krill answered defensively, "We just mirror each other a lot."
"Thank Chrysler we don't look exactly alike," said Maven.
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Post by Evangeline on Mar 9, 2007 19:53:49 GMT -5
"Kiss off, Shane." Bran groused as he swung his tail away from his brother's mouth. "And watch my friggin' paint job!"
Shane just made kissing noises to his brother. "But we WUVVV you so!"
"Jeez, can't you guys ever get along?" Marian rolled her eyes.
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Post by ebonyviper on Mar 9, 2007 19:59:36 GMT -5
Chase watched with raised eyeshades, "Oookaaaayyy..."
"How can you expect siblings to get along?" asked Krill, "I know that sometimes Maven and I don't get along and we don't exactly agree on a lot of things. It takes our mom to break us apart if we get into a fight because I'm the one who has the spikes."
"But I have the magic," put in Maven.
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Post by Evangeline on Mar 9, 2007 22:16:04 GMT -5
Bran snorted as he came around again, then faced Chase and the twins. "So what've you guys been up to?"
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Post by ebonyviper on Mar 9, 2007 22:24:44 GMT -5
"Oh, we've been hanging around town almost all summer," Chase rolled his eyes, "with nearly nothing to do except have races now and then. But Krill here suggested that we go on a cross-country trip. I think it'll be fun. The twins, me, Cerisa, and Hideki are all going to take Route 66 all the way to Chicago."
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Post by Evangeline on Mar 9, 2007 23:03:17 GMT -5
"Ooh, sounds like fun." Bran grinned. "I'd love to go."
"Not without us!" Shane called out.
"Shaddup, OK?" Bran flicked his tail boom in his sibs' direction. "Just what I need, you on my tail!"
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Post by ebonyviper on Mar 9, 2007 23:12:04 GMT -5
Chase shrugged, "The more the merrier. At least that's what my dad always says. We can have an adventure."
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Post by Evangeline on Mar 10, 2007 0:05:42 GMT -5
It was at that time that another helo appeared on the horizon. This one was a "skid", a JetRanger/Ecrueuil mix, black, yellow and white in colour, with a tinted visor. Beneath it, pale blue eyes flicked about until they locked onto the helos by the Butte.
"Ethan!" Bran called out. The newcomer whooped and banked in for a landing some three hundred feet away.
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Post by ebonyviper on Mar 10, 2007 0:12:44 GMT -5
The cars moved out of the way to give Ethan room to land. Like his mother, Krill dislikes such a large crowd gathering in one place. It made him feel uncomfortable.
(((((OOC: Going to bed now... feeling really sleepy... goodnight everybody...)))))
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Post by Evangeline on Mar 10, 2007 14:15:36 GMT -5
Ethan set down on the cleared zone, while everyone waited for his blades to still. As the dust cleared, his visor came up, revealing his pale blue eyes that he'd inherited from his mother. "Hey, what's the party all about?"
<<<Have to go out for the evening, just think of Ethan as Harry Potter with rotor blades, that kind of personality>>>
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Post by Insane Pirate Dragon on Mar 10, 2007 14:19:13 GMT -5
"Cross country trip," Chase grinned. "We take Route 66 to Chicago and go from there."
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Post by ebonyviper on Mar 10, 2007 18:22:52 GMT -5
Meanwhile, another young teen was prowling around the backroads, grumbling to himself. He was a black Dodge Viper with two white stripes down his hood and roof. His name was Justin Walker, the third child of Ebony and Slaytor. Justin really wasn't interested in seeing what his older siblings and cousins were doing and only wanted to be by himself. He was blaming himself for some past "crimes".
When he was born, he was rather big for a baby. His mother was close to death, but thankfully, the worst that had happened to her after Justin's birth was that she went into one of the worst relapses ever, which lasted for a month and a half. She couldn't even take care of Justin and had to rely on her sister-in-law for that while she was suffering from that terrible illness.
But Justin blamed himself for putting his mother through that kind of pain and suffering and sometimes wished that he had never been born. This was, of course, distressing his mother, who was very worried about her youngest son, but she had no idea how to help him.
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