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ooc- sorry about the somewhat crappy post. I was rushed because the bell had rung, and I didn't want to be late to class. [img]smile.gif[/img]
*skye stands and gathers dust while mormegil expires* [img]graemlins/laughsaywhat.gif[/img]
ic- Lyulfe continued to swim doggedly on, while cursing himself. He had forgotten that he wasn't the best of swimmers. Luckily, he spotted a strange trail of bubbles floating to the surface not too far out and, on a leap of faith, dived into the depths to the source. He grasped at the shadowy figure and slowly pulled the two of them to the surface, his lungs screaming for air. The elf checked his companion and was relieved to see that he, although very faint, was indeed breathing.
"Now to doggy-paddle all the way back to the ship," he said aloud, his sardonic humour not dampened by the water, unlike the rest of him. "Once this mess is dealt with, I'm going to have someone give Skye and me swimming lessons. This is ridiculous," he continued to mutter under his breath while treading water and trying to keep both himself and his unconscious companion above water.
EDIT- accursed thing, grammar be thy name. *scowl*
[ 01-30-2004, 09:13 PM: Message edited by: Skydracgrrl ]
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