Oh my gosh I have a soap idea that I really wanna do
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Thread Topic: Oh my gosh I have a soap idea that I really wanna do
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"Yes I'm sure I don't want to try it with you, and ten feet is a huge fricken drop!" Melanie explained, though she had a smile tugging at her face.
"What's with all the yelling?" Morgan questioned while walking out of the cave. -
"A rabbit ran by and scared Mel. She's fine though, maybe shaken up. It was a very scary rabbit." Damien answered, playfully nudging Melanie. He swallowed nervously, realizing he just called here "Mel" not "Melanie"
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Melanie rolled her eyes and hit Damien on the arm again. She hardly noticed that he had called her Mel instead of Melanie. "He's trying to kill himself, that's what," she answered.
"Wait, wait, wait," Morgan said. Melanie might not have caught what Damien called her, but Morgan sure did. "What did you call her?" -
"Mel. It's another nickname for Melanie. I figured it'd be quicker especially if we need to be quick. Like if we have to fight those people again." Damien readied his power for a quick escape and hoped Morgan would by the lie. "Aand there was no rabbit. I jumped out of a tree."
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Morgan just gave the two an odd look and he just shook his head. "Whatever," he stated. "Anyways, I have good news. After thinking a while about where we're at, I've realized where the hell we are. We're just about thirty miles north west of town."
Melanie's eyeswidened when Morgan said this. "That means..." she started off.
Morgan nodded his head. "My dad's old cabin should be around here somewhere." He then turned to Damien. "If we find the cabin we should be able to make our way back to town, back home. We could tell everyone what happened to us and finally get away from these people." -
"That's great! Let's hope that the people believe us though... We don't have hard evidence, other than mental scars that they'll never know." Damien clenched his fists. [This is all ridiculous.] He thought.
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(I won't be on this week due to testing. Goodnight.)
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(alrighty. Nighty night)
Morgan nodded his head. "But how do we explain the powers we magically posses?" he questioned while crossing his arms. Morgan was damn well sure they'd get their revenge on those b------s. -
"There isn't much way to do that. It'll probably scare people and draw a lot of attention. Media & military. Though I think I have an idea..." Damien smirked, the gears in his head beginning to turn.
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"What's your brilliant idea?" Morgan questioned. he was a little agitated because of the situation he was in, so it was only natural for him to act like a suborn a--hole.
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"Art of War. We attack something small, drawing the military in, then get back to the prison, kill the guards and do this until we've built an army of magic peoples." He smiled at his idea.
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"This is supposed to get us home how, exactly?" Melanie questioned. "I could care less about revenge right now. I just want to go home." Melanie said this almost sadly, and depressed. She dearly wished to go home. To where she'd never be thrown in the white room again with the table and the needles and the medicine that gave her funny dreams... so she'd never again have them cut into her...
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"If that's your main concern, then where exactly is your home? Let's talk on our way to the cabin. Lead the way, Morgan."
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Morgan nodded, glad that they could get going and he started to lead the way.
Melanie sighed. "A long ways away..." she muttered. -
"Oh, well tell you what. If I can figure out how to solidify shadow wings, I will take you both there." He knew this probably wouldn't happen. Making a gun or sword was one thing connecting shadow strands to muscle strands is much different.
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