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  <title>Now you see me...</title>
  <subtitle>...now you don't</subtitle>
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    <name>Kevas</name>
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  <updated>2011-07-25T21:37:20Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:pimp_hat:31086</id>
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    <title>22nd Cast [Open Commentlog] </title>
    <published>2011-07-25T21:36:54Z</published>
    <updated>2011-07-25T21:37:20Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;i&gt;[Guess who's finally out and about after his little trip to an island prison. That's right! It's everyone's favorite troll!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He certainly wasn't expecting that after killing Kloe. He didn't even get time to hide the body. All he could do was lay low and not say anything. Not too hard seeing how miserable he was in that place. He's barely had more than a few hours sleep since getting there. Even once he was returned to his pod there was work to do. His bloody clothes had to be burned and his sword had to be cleaned. This troll was a professional at what he did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally he leaves his pod in search of food, hiding his exhaustion as best he can. Once that's done he'll be sleeping and drinking the rest of this week off.]&lt;/i&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:pimp_hat:30875</id>
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    <title>21s Cast [Audio//Common]</title>
    <published>2011-07-04T00:59:46Z</published>
    <updated>2011-07-04T00:59:46Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So just how many of us here be knowin' how to use a weapon and how many of us don't?</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:pimp_hat:30584</id>
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    <title>20th Cast [Audio//Common]</title>
    <published>2011-05-29T06:31:57Z</published>
    <updated>2011-05-29T06:31:57Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Big green t'ing? Are dese feddah'd idiots talkin' 'bout me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Grooooan.]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dere be a reason dat bird's can't talk.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:pimp_hat:30309</id>
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    <title>19th Cast [Audio//Common]</title>
    <published>2011-04-27T06:00:16Z</published>
    <updated>2011-04-27T06:00:16Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Ironhide. Soljah Boy. Get to Sabatier now. I found a trail.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:pimp_hat:30092</id>
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    <title>18th [Audio//Common]</title>
    <published>2011-04-06T03:38:11Z</published>
    <updated>2011-04-06T03:38:11Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Well whatcha know? It be just as bad here as it be ovah at Ardel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Kevas wraps his cloak around him, but it's more to keep out the sand than anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since arriving at Sabatier Kevas immediately set out to patrol the desert in search of any activity. So far all he's found is sand, sand, and more sand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that's not entirely true. During his search he has found a rather large amount of junk. Most are things like rusty pipe wrenches, a glass eye, a torn pair of socks, and a bunch of other useless crap. Though he did manage to get his hands on a fishing rod that still works. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This place is a scavengers dream come true, but it's not exactly the monster hot bed he hoped it would be.]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dere be a lotta junk lyin' round in dis desert. Kinda be makin' jah wondah how it all got out here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[And if there's something underneath their feet.]&lt;/i&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:pimp_hat:29841</id>
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    <title>17th Cast [Audio//Common]</title>
    <published>2011-04-02T23:00:05Z</published>
    <updated>2011-04-02T23:00:05Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;i&gt;[Gear? Check. Supplies? Check. Healthy supply of provisions? Check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for extra security he's bringing his capybara with him. Might be useful for a long trip like this one.]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright I be headed out. Ironhide I'll meetcha on da road. Soljah boy, if joo still be wantin' to come den start movin'.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:pimp_hat:29472</id>
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    <title>16th Cast [Audio//Common]</title>
    <published>2011-04-01T02:19:48Z</published>
    <updated>2011-04-01T02:19:48Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;i&gt;[Now that he's fully healed, or close enough to it anyway, and he's sure Ashelin can get around without collapsing, it's time to act on the information that the Lady gave him. Maybe he can get away from all this damn snow while he's at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It might be a good idea if he got some help for this one though.]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright if any of joo mons be lookin' to do more den just sit 'round all day waitin' fuh sometin' to happen, I could use some help. Meet me at da temple if jah be intrested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[In the meantime Kevas is going to pack everything he's going to need for the trip.]&lt;/i&gt;</content>
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    <title>15th Cast [Audio//Common]</title>
    <published>2011-03-20T22:01:26Z</published>
    <updated>2011-03-20T22:01:26Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;i&gt;[After blazing down the road with Ironhide Kevas reaches Hande in good time. A number of questions come to mind upon their arrival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did this place survive in the fog? How are the people still alive here with no one protecting them? Why did the fog move in the first place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No time to sit around and ponder though. Shortly after his arrival Kevas seeks out the crystal housing and returns to the temple. There's a certain curse that he needs to fix before anything else.]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I be needin' to see a ladymon 'bout a cup.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:pimp_hat:29163</id>
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    <title>14th Cast [Audio//Common]</title>
    <published>2011-03-19T07:32:32Z</published>
    <updated>2011-03-19T07:32:32Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;i&gt;[Finally the storm was gone. It was time to make up for the ground he lost by hiding inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But something was wrong. Since his arrival at that building he started feeling sluggish, like every movement takes twice as much energy as it should. More than once he slept in far later than he should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first he told himself it was just the building, but that didn't make sense. Kevas has slept in worse places than that and been fine. He's next thought was the building was cursed, but even after leaving Kevas couldn't shake this lethargy. Maybe it was the storm that did it? He had to find out.]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any of joo be feelin' any diffrent since da storm passed? Like it be hardah to do anytin' but sleep?</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:pimp_hat:28719</id>
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    <title>13th Cast [Audio//Common]</title>
    <published>2011-03-02T21:52:02Z</published>
    <updated>2011-03-02T21:52:02Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;i&gt;[It's been far too long since he's heard or seen Tess. He's even been to her house a few times and still found nothing. This is really starting to worry him.]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anymon seen Tess 'round? Haven't seen anytin' from her in awhile.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:pimp_hat:28532</id>
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    <title>12th Cast [Audio//Common]</title>
    <published>2011-02-20T01:24:13Z</published>
    <updated>2011-02-20T01:28:08Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;i&gt;[Believe it or not Kevas has a strong sense of personal justice and even a moral code of sorts. It may be twisted in places but it's there. Taking an innocent life deserves punishment and he deserves to be punished. As far he's concerned all of this is his fault.]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, joo might be wonduhin' who be da one dat smashed dem statues and killed dem villaguhs. Well I'll ansah dat fuh jah. It was me. Dis disastuh be my fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If joo be wantin' to see da face dat killed dem mons or if joo be wantin' to get a liddle payback den come to da middle of Ardel. I'll be waitin' and I swear I won't run. Dis be goin' fuh everymon too, not just da families dat lost somebody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Sorry if he's being a little loud. He's standing in the center of Ardel and shouting this because he's not entirely sure if all the villagers have these radios.]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, and if anyone be willin' to spread da word 'bout dis on down to Eiduh and da temple den it be much appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[He's going to need a drink after this. And possibly an ice pack.]&lt;/i&gt;</content>
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    <title>11th Cast [Audio//Common]</title>
    <published>2011-02-13T05:17:49Z</published>
    <updated>2011-02-13T05:17:49Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;i&gt;[Kevas' heart is in his throat after what he saw. By the Loa...the statues are villagers!? Then that means he...he killed innocent villagers! And not just him but that spider kid too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevas can live with this. He already has blood on his hands. He's already a monster but what about that kid? This could break him. Annoying as he might be doesn't need that. Max too, she doesn't need to know this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has to warn everyone, and somehow keeps this from those two.]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dose of joo who can't fight stay near da temple and inside joor homes. Da rest of joo be needin' to patrol da roads. Sometin' be out dere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Pause.]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And stay away from dem statues.</content>
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    <title>10th Cast [Audio//Common]</title>
    <published>2011-02-11T07:29:03Z</published>
    <updated>2011-02-11T07:35:01Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;i&gt;[When he steps outside the last thing he expects to see are more statues, but what do you know that's the first thing he comes across.]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuckin' hell more of dese t'ings? I be likin' dis less and less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somemon wanna be tellin' us just what be goin' on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[He's getting the urge to go statue smashing again.]&lt;/i&gt;</content>
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    <title>9th Cast [Audio//Common]</title>
    <published>2011-02-05T16:48:47Z</published>
    <updated>2011-02-05T16:48:47Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;i&gt;[Kevas doesn't really want to do this but he's got no choice. Asking help from people he doesn't know or trust just screams bad idea.]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So da fiah didn't do anytin' but I ain't really be suhrpised. Joo can't toss a match into da ocean and be expectin' da watah to boil, but I ain't be ready to give up on dis yet. If dat plan gonna work den we gonna be needin' more fiah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Not everyone is going to know what he's talking about but he doesn't care enough to explain it to everyone.]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We be needin' to set up a numbuh of bonfiahs at da edge of da fog spaced even away from each uddah. Dat gonna give us ouh best shot at dis I t'ink, but I'm gonna be needin' dis time. So who be wantin' to lend a hand?</content>
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    <title>8th Cast [Open Commentlog]</title>
    <published>2011-01-31T23:27:08Z</published>
    <updated>2011-01-31T23:27:08Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;i&gt;[After gathering wood for the past Kevas is finally putting his plan into motion. It takes a good deal of time to haul all the wood he's collected to the fog near Ardel but the teleportation crystal on his radio speeds things up greatly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once everything is gathered, Kevas erects a massive bonfire by the fog. After marking the edge of the fog Kevas lights the bonfire. The amount of smoke pouring from it can easily be seen from Ardel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevas sits a few yards away from the roaring fire with his capybara behind him and a bottle of liquor in his hand, watching both the fog and the fire to make sure it doesn't go out of control. A couple large bags of sand sit next to him in case of such a thing.]&lt;/i&gt;</content>
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    <title>7th Cast [Audio//Common]</title>
    <published>2011-01-27T01:37:37Z</published>
    <updated>2011-01-27T01:37:37Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Alright I be havin' a question fuh any of da locals dat be here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatchu be knowin' bout dis fog?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Guess where he's at again?]&lt;/i&gt;</content>
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    <title>6th Cast [Audio//Common]</title>
    <published>2011-01-22T21:04:17Z</published>
    <updated>2011-01-22T21:04:17Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;i&gt;[Kevas is in Ardel by the tavern trying to keep the swarm of vermin at bay. No way he can do this by himself though, and there's still the food in the temple to protect too.]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any and everymon, grab a torch and protect da food! Don't let dese t'ings get into any of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[It's times like this Kevas is thankful for his thick leather armor. However, it's also times like this that he wishes he wore boots. These little bastards keep biting into his feet.]&lt;/i&gt;</content>
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    <title>5th Cast [Audio//Common + Open Commentlog] Teleporting for drunks</title>
    <published>2011-01-21T01:17:05Z</published>
    <updated>2011-01-21T01:17:05Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;i&gt;[It's one of those days where Kevas wants nothing to do nothing but drink. Since getting here he's been exploring, gathering information, training, nearly getting himself killed, and swearing a lot. What better way to kick back than just getting stupid drunk?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as he looks outside he notices that more than half the day is already gone. If he wants to get back to his house-pod-thingy before it gets too late he needs to leave now. Even then Kevas probably won't get back until well after midnight. He's not staying at the tavern though. He still doesn't trust the people here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wandering back drunk and in the dark. Yeah he doesn't trust himself not to get lost. Kevas reaches for his communicator and tries to bring up the map. Instead, during his drunken fumbling, something completely different happens. Suddenly Kevas finds himself in front of his pod.]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What da hell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[He tries that again and next thing he knows he's in front of the temple.]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy shit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[The next time he tries it he's back at the tavern standing on top of one of the tables. It immediately tips over under his weight. Despite the fall, or maybe because of it, he's laughing his ass off.]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dese t'ings can teleport! Aw hell dis be da most fun I had since I got here! &lt;i&gt;[Easily amused much?]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[And he teleports again to another random location laughing the entire time.]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;((OOC: Kevas can be seen teleporting here, there, and everywhere between and in Ardel and the temple since those are the only places he's been.))&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>4th Cast [Audio//Common] Backdated to the 14th</title>
    <published>2011-01-19T02:58:56Z</published>
    <updated>2011-01-19T03:15:09Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;i&gt;[Since his little trip into the fog, Kevas is doing a lot of thinking...and drinking but mostly thinking.]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dat fog be needin' to go.</content>
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    <title>3rd Cast [Audio//Common]</title>
    <published>2011-01-12T22:58:06Z</published>
    <updated>2011-01-12T22:58:06Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Anyone else seen all dis fog? It be damn near everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Having nothing better to do he decided seeing how far this fog extended would kill some time.]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't even see t'roo it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Even with how close he's standing. His capybara doesn't seem to think that's a good idea as it stands several feet back nervously pacing back and forth.]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where da hell it be comin' from?</content>
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    <title>2nd Cast [Open Comment log]</title>
    <published>2011-01-11T19:01:30Z</published>
    <updated>2011-01-11T23:06:38Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">&lt;i&gt;[Kevas was in a sour mood...again. During his morning practice Kevas found his abilities have been locked from him. Of course that didn't keep him from trying for a good hour. When it became obvious that all he was doing was beating his head against a wall he moved onto something else. Something that would be much more useful at the moment; namely recon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure there was a map offered with the communicator but Kevas would much rather know this place in person. He can be found wandering through Vertiline looking for important structures and locations, easily defensible areas, ideal areas for ambushes, and the like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would also seem that he's found the armory as his armor has been repaired and cleaned and he was armed with a new pair of swords and a few throwing axes. He also managed to find his house judging by the capybara following closely behind him.]&lt;/i&gt;</content>
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    <title>1st Cast [Audio//Common] Backdated to last night</title>
    <published>2011-01-09T18:15:25Z</published>
    <updated>2011-01-09T18:15:25Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;i&gt;[Hello, what's this? Some kind of walkie-talkie? With a map? Useful but not exactly what he's looking for right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It takes a moment of playing with it before he manages to turn it on.]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where da hell am I? Why I be here? Where be my weapons!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[He still isn't sure whether this is a hallucination or not but he wants his answers.]&lt;/i&gt;</content>
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    <title>pimp_hat @ 2011-01-01T03:01:00</title>
    <published>2011-01-01T08:00:42Z</published>
    <updated>2011-01-01T08:00:42Z</updated>
    <content type="html">This journal is being recycled for further use. If you don't want random posts popping up on you friends list then feel free to de-friend this journal.</content>
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    <title>46th Drink [Audio//Common] Backdated right after Carnival</title>
    <published>2010-12-19T16:55:06Z</published>
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    <content type="html">&lt;i&gt;[Kevas is standing outside his room looking entirely unamused, still covered in the dried bile and sludge that the humming man puked all over him. Half of his room has up and vanished. His bed, his drawers, just about everything are gone. All that's survived is a lonely table and his pack. At least he has that small blessing.]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My room be missin'. Some t'ank joo dis be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Bathroom's gone too. Wonderful. Is this some twisted kind of revenge for cutting off that guy's head?]&lt;/i&gt;</content>
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    <title>45th Drink [Audio//Common]</title>
    <published>2010-12-05T22:21:00Z</published>
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    <content type="html">Anymon wid a blade feelin' rusty?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[After all practicing by yourself only goes so far.]&lt;/i&gt;</content>
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