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Post by ultraviolet on Jul 11, 2007 0:57:39 GMT -5
just want a chance to use Zeke (Xianthaniel) and how he discovers that he's got powers (  ). Unsure about the setting, possibly mystery island? somewhere where it's raining anyway. anyone's free to join, remembering that this is anthro not quad. you can learn more about Zeke here and here. |
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Post by Lilium on Jul 11, 2007 1:04:03 GMT -5
((I have a pet named Zeke! XDDD Zeknerru is his full name))
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Post by ultraviolet on Jul 11, 2007 3:41:48 GMT -5
(( lol xDD ))
so... join? anyone?
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Post by Jukebox on Jul 12, 2007 15:55:04 GMT -5
((Could I join with Omega? ^^))
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Post by ultraviolet on Jul 15, 2007 0:35:41 GMT -5
((sure! =D ))
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Post by ultraviolet on Jul 17, 2007 22:28:47 GMT -5
((so... shall I start?))
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Post by Kiweh on Jul 17, 2007 22:30:09 GMT -5
((I might want to join but your links don't work and yeah... Does he have a profile on here *goes to look*))
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Post by ultraviolet on Jul 17, 2007 22:33:39 GMT -5
(( hey, you're right, they don't. o-o; they worked before, thanks for saying so. I'll fix that.
and yeah he does, I think. ))
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Post by STARLING on Jul 19, 2007 22:19:54 GMT -5
((Can I use.. hmmm.. Skypii? Or Vann? xD))
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Post by Kiweh on Jul 19, 2007 22:33:28 GMT -5
((eh, I will probaby sit this one out, sorry... I'm in a lot of rp's at the moment xDD))
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Post by ultraviolet on Jul 20, 2007 0:15:13 GMT -5
(( okay eee, use Vann  )) |
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Post by ultraviolet on Jul 20, 2007 0:25:33 GMT -5
Zeke sat in the radio studio, 10 minutes until he was due to start. The studio's surroundings weren't as cushy or as modern as those of the city, but it would do. He smiled lazily and gazed out of the window at a nice view of the beach... and its female denziens. A noise interrupted his daydreams.
A curvy island kougress walked in with an arm of files, and handed the techo his script, as well as what the DJ would be playing, and the local news. "You'll be on in a few minutes," she said plainly.
"Thanks, babe," he replied in his Central-like accent, so different from the Islander accent she had.
The kougress frowned at 'babe', but said nothing and walked out. Zeke put on his headphones and adjusted the mic. The 'on air' light switched on, and Zeke plunged into introductions.
"Hey listeners of Neopia Central, it's Zeke in the morning at half-past-eight and right now, I'm coming to you from Mystery Island!"
He brushed a few blonde dreadies out of his face that no-one could see.
"The sun here's as beautiful as the people, -" he laughed, "- but seriously now, here's Mona Stikler with the news report from Mystery Island, and shortly after we'll be playing something new from that band from Tyrannia, Sticks 'n' Stones."
He laid back in his chair as Mona started to read the news report, tail flicking from side to side.
(( woah, long intro. o-o ))
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Post by Jukebox on Jul 20, 2007 15:00:51 GMT -5
((Hm, didn't you say it would be raining ^^? It doesn't really matter to me, I was just wondering. and could I use Phyn instead, perhaps?))
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Post by ultraviolet on Jul 20, 2007 21:49:16 GMT -5
(( sure, doesn't bother me  and uh, I meant to do that. ^^; it'll be raining... uh, later, yeah. xD )) |
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Post by Jukebox on Jul 21, 2007 18:47:50 GMT -5
((Okay ^^))
"Hey listeners of Neopia Central, it's Zeke in the morning at half-past-eight and right now, I'm coming to you from Mystery Island!"
The radio rang out as Phyn got together her bag for a reasonably relaxing day around the island. She tossed in sketchpads and pens, pencils, and other tools she brought for on the scene sketching. On the table nearby, sitting next to the morning's coffee stood her camera, shiny, black, and in perfect condition.
The mutant ruki frowned, listening to the radio without giving it much thought. Her six transparent wings lay folded along her back, and her brown shell gleamed in the morning light. She quickly pushed her orange hair from her deep purple eyes and closed the bag. The teal dress she was wearing was buckled at the waist with a thick black belt, and she was wearing a pair of lace up sandels were suitable for a walk around the island.
Her lagr antennae flicked about, the paint staind on them and her shell giving her a slightly more colorful appearance. Phyn sighed, checking about the room to make sure she had grabbed everything before turning off the radio and making her way in into the wonderful weather.
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