(ooc: And you're tired?? Wow!!

It's Sunday noon here, and I've time to spare

)
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Isabeau, you come here right now! ~ Her forehead wrinkles and she clenches her fist, exerting her will on her familiar ~
~ She steps forward, her hands gripping the hilts of her Celestial Fury and Shatter by habit. ~
[This message has been edited by mistral4543 (edited 10-21-2001).]