Another Year in Valoran [Open RP]

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Ask Brolaf

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01-01-2013

((Sona isn't talking, Plutonium. She's Sona.))


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Ask Talon

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01-01-2013

((White knights everywhere!))


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Corrupted Sniper

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01-01-2013

((For his incomparable skill with the bow and his unquestioned sense of honor, Varus was chosen to be the warden of a sacred Ionian temple.))
((What am I suppose to do >.<))


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Ask Brolaf

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01-01-2013

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((White knights everywhere!))
((Ahem.))


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Ask the String

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01-01-2013

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Brolaf notices Varus and Sona, and walks over.

"Is she alright, bro?"
Sona notices a blur that sounded like Brolaf approach her. She simply gave him a smile and thumbs up to ensure she was fine, for the most part. Although she wasn't really aware of what was going on.

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Jon decided to follow the two, and upon hearing her, decided to intercede to clarify.

"You've had a bit much to drink, miss. I applied the serum to clear you, but it'll take a minute to have its full effects. You might also need to use a bathroom relatively soon..."

Turning to Brolaf, he said simply, "She'll be fine. She's just had a bit too much for the moment."

((Edited to satisfy Brolaf.))
((To clearify, Sona can't speak. Such as, she was speaking in her mind. Also...I think I may have missed the part when Jon injected her with the serum...so here's my escape!))

Sona looked over at Jon. For some reason the effects of the seriem didn't seem to have much of an effect. She could still feel the alcohol in her, but at a much lighter influence if anything.

Sona was still visibly drunk, but at least now she could think somewhat straight.


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Ask Brolaf

Senior Member

01-01-2013

Brolaf looks at Sona, clearly confused. Then he shrugs, thinking that she's fine, and walks away.


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Corrupted Sniper

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01-01-2013

Varus notices that Sona is staring towards him and returns her gaze with his own, the same old emotionless face, but if one was good at examining, one would perhaps notice just a tiny curve at the end of his mouth.

((Face= Dead = No Emotion = Do little things))


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Ask the String

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01-01-2013

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Varus notices that Sona is staring towards him and returns her gaze with his own, the same old emotionless face, but if one was good at examining, one would perhaps notice just a tiny curve at the end of his mouth.

((Face= Dead = No Emotion = Do little things))
Sona noticed Varus's expression had remained unchanged. Again in her mind she had asked "What's going on," But made no real noise.


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Corrupted Sniper

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01-01-2013

Varus seeing that Sona have at least gotten a little better deems it possible for the soup to be consumed and as such, he took the soup from the table and placed it around Sona's lips.


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Ask the String

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01-01-2013

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Varus seeing that Sona have at least gotten a little better deems it possible for the soup to be consumed and as such, he took the soup from the table and placed it around Sona's lips.
Sona accepted the soup bowl, holding it up so she could drink. It didn't taste that good to her, but her naturally good manor forced her to drink most of it to avoid being rude.

Once finished, Sona silently sighed. She could feel something strange, as though the sake effects were wearing off. She leaned over across the bench, clenching her now throbbing head.