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<blockquote data-quote="Boddynock" data-source="post: 1989861" data-attributes="member: 21506">*CRASH*&quot;Oi, you berks! Watch where you're throwing me!&quot;A small figure, dressed in dark armour with a whip at his side, extricates himself from the tangle of limbs which resulted from his precipitous descent from the overhead sphere. He stands up, shakes his fists at the addle-coves who threw him too far into the air, and turns to the two cutters still sprawled on the ground as a result of his impact.He starts to speak, then stops as a look of alarm crosses his face, and hurriedly withdraws a wooden recorder from a pocket in his clothes. He examines it minutely, then lifts it to his lips and plays an exploratory phrase. After reassuring himself that all is well with his instrument, and pausing to shout further abuse at those above, he turns back to the two unwilling breakers of his fall.&quot;Sorry about that, cutters. My friends there don't know their own strength. Are you all right? Here, young lady - let me help you up! Oops ... steady there ... ah, right ... there ya go! What about you, cutter? Oh, you're already up. Hmm - big, aren't you!&quot;&quot;Is anybody hurt? No? No, neither am I. Well, that's as strange as strange can be. Still, most things on the planes seem strange when coming - and most of them are still strange when going!&quot;&quot;I'm Andarin Startoes,&quot; - he sweeps a bow - &quot;and it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance.&quot;</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Boddynock, post: 1989861, member: 21506"] *CRASH* "Oi, you berks! Watch where you're throwing me!" A small figure, dressed in dark armour with a whip at his side, extricates himself from the tangle of limbs which resulted from his precipitous descent from the overhead sphere. He stands up, shakes his fists at the addle-coves who threw him too far into the air, and turns to the two cutters still sprawled on the ground as a result of his impact. He starts to speak, then stops as a look of alarm crosses his face, and hurriedly withdraws a wooden recorder from a pocket in his clothes. He examines it minutely, then lifts it to his lips and plays an exploratory phrase. After reassuring himself that all is well with his instrument, and pausing to shout further abuse at those above, he turns back to the two unwilling breakers of his fall. "Sorry about that, cutters. My friends there don't know their own strength. Are you all right? Here, young lady - let me help you up! Oops ... steady there ... ah, right ... there ya go! What about you, cutter? Oh, you're already up. Hmm - big, aren't you!" "Is anybody hurt? No? No, neither am I. Well, that's as strange as strange can be. Still, most things on the planes seem strange when coming - and most of them are still strange when going!" "I'm Andarin Startoes," - he sweeps a bow - "and it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance." [/QUOTE]

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