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Dyre looked around on the streets below. She saw no sign of the man up towards one of the main squares. He must have ridden off towards the outskirts. She sighed and turned around. She cursed herself for letting herself do this. What had made her get worked up about this? She just didn't like the guy, that didn't mean he had done anything wrong, right?
Not yet.
Touché.
Dyre peered off in the direction the man had went. The city boarder lay that way. She had only left the city a handful of times, and that was with her teacher, delivering items to customers. She had never left on her own before. But she felt compelled this time. She ran, and her breath hitched as she reached the end of her building and leaped. She landed, slightly wobbly, on the next rooftop. Taking in a slow breath, she began running again, and reached the next rooftop more gracefully. She could catch him. Preferably before he caught her.

OOC: Yes, she just argued with herself. :lolface:

The Princess Diaries. Yeah, remember that movie? Not the second one, the first one. The second one was just bad, but the first one was a good kind of bad. Or a bad kind of good? I dunno.

ikr. It's because there's a huge frickin mass of turbulent **** covering half the screen. :< Inching towards me.

Wouldn't the coffee be Grindlewald? Of course Dumby could be the coffee and Grindle could be the cup, depending on who's on top- *shot*

Dyre's eyes narrowed, and she walked further into the street as she watched the mysterious man on horseback ride off through the city of Fainth. She did not like this man. At all. He made her feel uneasy, and she felt that the man was up to something; something that wasn't going to end well. She stormed into her shop, and slammed the door shut. She stood for a moment, and the little voice in her head tried to talk her out of what she was about to do. But she didn't have time for the voice in her head. She went over to her desk, boots stomping on the wooden floor. She put on a pair of slim gloves, and strapped her two machetes to her back. She put the "closed" sign in the window, then walked out the door. She took another deep breath before she climbed nimbly up to the rooftop. I'll have a better chance of tracking him from up here, she thought.

I'M NOT A FREAKIN NOBODY! DDDDDDD8<

*hugglez* c:

(Starts 25 seconds in for some reason)

Wuh-oh. Fayt doesn't know his password. :lolface:

*coughlogoutcough*

:lolface:

;~; But his whole family of aardvarks have non-aardvarky noses.

Badumtish. What? style.

:=D: I love Lewis Carol and his LSD trips. ::L:

Kirby's Epic Ya-

OH SHIIII-

OMG, I'm totally gonna go post in one of 'em just to piss off-

I MEAN...... <<>>

Hai Fayt. :3