ladysephiroth
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10-31-2007, 09:08 PM
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Originally Posted by Hatch
Zack stopped and looked back.
"Umm....Dale?"
"The Year of Wind, Third year of Lucien Anohir's regin, 925...at least in this Plane's time." He turned to her and arched a thin brow.
"Why do you care? Do you have somewhere to be?" He didn't mean anything rude by it..but for Dale, Zack and Alec, time was of no consequence, they went when and where they wanted, and answered to no man. Jobs were few and far between, but they paid well, so there was never any need to stay very long in one place...not that they could what with Zack's habits of gambling....and Alec's 'problem' with fighting. Dale sighed..it wasn't a wonder that there were wanted posters of the trio everywhere they went.
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her jaw dropped "i'm that far? " she whispered then shut her mouth and looked around to see if they heard her
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