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 Posted: Thu Dec 22, 2011 12:14 am
"I'm so glad you're okay."
"..Why wouldn't we be?"
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He stops and looks over. "Would you bring the bird to another room and kill it?"
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Posted: Thu Dec 22, 2011 12:15 am
".. Did something happen?"
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"I won't kill him myself, no."
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Posted: Thu Dec 22, 2011 12:16 am
"No, I just came to my senses. Don't leave without me again. Please."
Richard snorts.
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"Could I?"
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Posted: Thu Dec 22, 2011 12:19 am
"Came to your senses? What do you mean?"
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"If you can catch him."
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Posted: Thu Dec 22, 2011 12:21 am
"I'm pissed, right? Really pissed. But I can't be angry, and I need to keep you safe. That's just how it is."
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"No guarantee that we can even get him to the other room then." He continues carving.
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Posted: Thu Dec 22, 2011 12:23 am
She frowns and hugs Richard's arm tighter. "You aren't going to kill me in my sleep, are you?"
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Nat walks over and scoops up Horace again. He holds the bird out. "I want to stay in here, though. I don't like watching it."
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Posted: Thu Dec 22, 2011 12:24 am
"No, of course not."
"You're making Angie uncomfortable. Go away." He tries to pull Angie into the house.
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Byron eyes the bird. "Will I be able to get him to the room?"
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Posted: Thu Dec 22, 2011 12:28 am
Pulled! She gives Stephen a suspicious look over her shoulder.
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"If you keep his wings pinned down. Mind his talons, too. The best way would be to wrap him in something."
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Posted: Thu Dec 22, 2011 12:31 am
And now Stephen is sad again. "I was just trying to apologize!"
"Save it." Richard takes Angie inside.
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He reaches to take Horace. "It will be quick. I'll return when it's finished."
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Posted: Thu Dec 22, 2011 12:33 am
"We can talk later!" In she goes!
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Nat nods.
Horace glares at Byron as he is handed over.
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Posted: Thu Dec 22, 2011 12:35 am
"The nerve of him."
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Byron hurries off to bring Horace to a room already covered with runes. WHOOSH.
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Posted: Thu Dec 22, 2011 12:37 am
"Came to his senses? Sounds fishy. He was really angry before."
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Horace wiggles and hisses and makes grumpy noises!
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Nat decides to poke around Byron's desk. He tries looking in some drawers.
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Posted: Thu Dec 22, 2011 12:40 am
"Right. He can't be trusted."
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Once in the room, he kicks the door shut behind him and tries to snap the birdie's neck.
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It's packed with journals and papers, all written in elvish. ..Except for a handful of letters.
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Posted: Thu Dec 22, 2011 12:42 am
"I'll talk to him later." Sigh!
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Horace.. dies! It's twitchy and gross.
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He takes the letters that aren't written in gibberish and tries to open the window again.
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Posted: Thu Dec 22, 2011 12:45 am
"We can still just get rid of him."
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Byron is proud of himself. He watches the runes. They shall flash if any energy bumps against them. Yes, Byron is looking for an exiting soooul.
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The window opens!
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