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Post by Taylor and Noland on Dec 28, 2013 23:48:34 GMT -6
Taylor wiggled, mumbling. They'd put her in something really weird this time, one of those old-timey dresses with the huge hoop skirts, the whole ensemble a rather nice shade of blue, but it was a weird one. She guessed this was what they were talking about when they mentioned "prison outfits". The steel cage that gave the skirt its unique shape was tall, actually tall enough to suspend her legs off the ground inside the skirt, making her unable to touch the floor even if she pointed her toes. Her legs were in some kind of sleeve inside, based on how they felt. Her arms were similarly neutralized, in some kind of pocket in the front of the dress, making it look like she had no arms. She was gagged with more of that paste stuff, but it was red and molded to look like lipstick, and to top it off, she had some ridiculous wide-brimmed hat on her head. At least she was back in Thorne's place, under far less embarrassing circumstances.
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Post by Thorne Pearce on Dec 28, 2013 23:52:04 GMT -6
When Thorne finally left working in the warehouse and went into his housing area. He hesitated when he saw something there. It took him a few moments to realize it was Taylor, but when he did he rushed over to her and clicked his Battery, summoning his sword. "Are you ok?" he asked her, looking around to make sure this wasn't an ambush.
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Post by Taylor and Noland on Dec 28, 2013 23:52:42 GMT -6
Taylor nodded. She was glad to see Thorne.
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Post by Thorne Pearce on Dec 28, 2013 23:55:53 GMT -6
"Can you move?" he asked her, looking around the thing.
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Post by Taylor and Noland on Dec 28, 2013 23:57:27 GMT -6
She shook her head, wiggling to prove it.
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Post by Thorne Pearce on Dec 28, 2013 23:58:23 GMT -6
He tried to push his sword into it, but it wouldn't cut.
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Post by Taylor and Noland on Dec 29, 2013 0:02:34 GMT -6
Taylor shook her head at his attempts, taking to communicate something but unable to, due to her odd lipstick-gag.
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Post by Thorne Pearce on Dec 29, 2013 0:03:30 GMT -6
He reached up and tried to pull that off.
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Post by Taylor and Noland on Dec 29, 2013 0:07:01 GMT -6
It peeled off after a moment, and Taylor took a breath. "I think this paste stuff can reform." She figured that was a fairly important tidbit she might want to get out.
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Post by Thorne Pearce on Dec 29, 2013 0:07:30 GMT -6
He nodded, "How do I free you?"
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Post by Taylor and Noland on Dec 29, 2013 0:10:00 GMT -6
"I think you have to kill the gaudy Zourima that's linked to the outfit or something." Taylor said. She could feel her lips beginning to stick together again already, so she kept her mouth open.
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Post by Thorne Pearce on Dec 29, 2013 0:11:09 GMT -6
"Where is it?" he asked.
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Post by Taylor and Noland on Dec 29, 2013 0:14:49 GMT -6
"Not a cluemmph." Taylor said, trailing off as her lipstick fused together again.
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Post by Thorne Pearce on Dec 29, 2013 0:15:34 GMT -6
He nodded, "I'd help you there, but it won't be for long...," he said. "Just nod. Is there anything you need to tell me before I go hunting for it? Anything at all?"
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Post by Taylor and Noland on Dec 29, 2013 0:16:57 GMT -6
Taylor paused, before shaking her head. She paused again, and then nodded.
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