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Posted: Mon Sep 06, 2010 7:20 pm
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Posted: Mon Sep 06, 2010 7:31 pm
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Posted: Mon Sep 06, 2010 7:41 pm
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"No," John sat down beside her and wrapped an arm around her shoulder, "Chi, why would you think that? You can have as many kids as you want. Maybe you just need to make sure you find the right man first. But once you do, there's nothing else stopping you from having a kid. Heck, you could have a thousand kids if you wanted." He chuckled, "I think it's only fair to say I'd be envious of the little b*****d that gets the gift of you in his life, but it's not like I would stop you. Whatever makes you happy makes me happy."
She stopped and looked up at him for a moment. Then she flicked her wrist and the door slammed shut. "Oh. So you're the new Council member. Well, My name is Amatis Frenclare. I am also a member of the Council. So, here's what you need to know: After the fifteen year mark, every single creature on earth besides the Great Ones and the Judges of each race were supposed to forget about Armageddon completely. However, as proven today, there are five humans that still remember, though none of them seem to know why they remember. Either one of them is lying or whoever is behind this has only begun whatever he is planning. All we know so far is that each one of those humans has a tie to another race in some way."
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Posted: Mon Sep 06, 2010 7:44 pm
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Posted: Mon Sep 06, 2010 7:48 pm
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Posted: Mon Sep 06, 2010 7:51 pm
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Posted: Tue Sep 07, 2010 5:35 am
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Posted: Tue Sep 07, 2010 2:21 pm
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John gave a sigh. "We should do something," he said, "Something fun. What do you like to do for fun?"
"Ah. But that brings up the question if the human smelled like demon because he is a demon or because he was around a demon. Kabal, I'm going to need you to tell me everything you know about the prisoners."
"But...if you agreed with what John was doing, why did you turn against him?" Liz asked Jason. They had been talking for quite a while now.
"I agreed with the part about making humans the lower race, however, John's ideas were...more extreme than mine. He was crazy; out of control. After a while, I decided to turn away from him. I imagine that's why I'm the last captured Santan to die. Or second to last anyway. They might keep you around for a while."
"How long have you been in here anyway?"
Ethan had been silent so long that Liz thought he was asleep. Aparently not.
"Thirty years and two days," he said and gave a laugh that held no humor, "But then again, who's counting?"
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Posted: Tue Sep 07, 2010 3:13 pm
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Posted: Tue Sep 07, 2010 4:46 pm
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Posted: Tue Sep 07, 2010 5:01 pm
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Posted: Tue Sep 07, 2010 7:58 pm
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Posted: Tue Sep 07, 2010 9:06 pm
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Posted: Wed Sep 08, 2010 5:29 am
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Posted: Wed Sep 08, 2010 5:36 am
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