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 Posted: Wed Nov 30, 2005 5:09 pm
Emerwyn was taken aback by this sudden change in his voice - and dialect - but it intrigued her, and she decided to play along.
"Pray, do not think on it. I was wrong as well, for my manner was quite shameful. I was not who I am." Emerwyn found it easier to speak to him like this, in fact. She had read all of Shakespeare's works, as well as other works of that sort, so she was well-versed. And the language flowed off of her tongue, bringing out her English accent more than ever.
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Posted: Wed Nov 30, 2005 5:26 pm
Ian was happy, Emerwyn hadn't given him any weird looks at his word choice. Deciding that it was safe, Ian decided that he shouldn't worry about how he talked to her. "The responsibility is mine own. But as thou hast said, thou had not been as thou is." Ian thought on how those formal words that they boths poke suited Emerwyn's voice better than 'normal' phrasing. He looked towards his door sheepishly, remembering the book that lay within that Awen wanted him to give to Emerwyn. Hewasn't able to enter his own duplex, but he really didn't want to bother Emerwyn by asking her for assistance. He would get the book later he decided. "Have thy days been treating thou with the utmost of niceties?" He asked starting some conversation
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Posted: Wed Nov 30, 2005 5:32 pm
Emerwyn sighed. "Alas, not as much as they shouldst."
She noticed Ian's forlorn glance toward his door. She also noticed that his hands seemed just about inept at opening a door.
"Dost thou require assistance?"
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Posted: Wed Nov 30, 2005 5:44 pm
Ian frowned. So Emerwyn had been just as unhappy as he had been over the last weeks. And she had also noticed his glance towards the door. His ears flicked back and he hesitated. Refusing an offer of assistance would be rude, especially since he knew that he would have a hard time opening the door on his own. "Any assistance thou could give to me would be most appreciated. Yon dolts have rendered me completely incompetent for even such a minor task." His ears became almost flat against his head. What would happen as he changed further?
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Posted: Wed Nov 30, 2005 5:51 pm
'Yon dolts...' Emerwyn laughed in her head. Excellent word choice. But she knew to laugh out loud would be a bad idea.
"They truly are knaves and brigands, to be certain." She opened the door with ease, and it swung open.
She looked tentatively through the doorway. Was he going to invite her up?
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Posted: Wed Nov 30, 2005 6:01 pm
Ian's ears perked back to normal when Emerwyn opened the door. He noticed her looking in the doorway and gestured with a hooved hand. "Thou mayest enter. Pray, forgive for the mess. I have not had an opportune moment to clean since I became this way." He waited for her to enter his tail twitching a bit nervously behind him.
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Posted: Wed Nov 30, 2005 6:05 pm
"Then, good sir, consider it my honor to aid you in this now so dire task."
She walked in slowly, nervously.
*Continues in Ian's journal*
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Posted: Thu Dec 01, 2005 2:09 am
~ NEW RP ~
Joliette came to with a groan an hour or so later and an intake of air, the scent... it caught her WAY off guard. she moved, thats when she noticed her feet were NOT on teh ground and she most certainly wasn't laying on anything. She opened her eyes and looked around groggily.. it was mostly dark.. save for the redlight in the room.. Meat, dead animals, slaughtered and hanging ready to be butchered... It was like waking up in her nightmare... After a moment of shock she let out an earpiercing scream kicking her feet in an attempt to get down, that attempt was failing, she was stuck good on those hooks
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Posted: Thu Dec 01, 2005 2:15 am
One of her little adventures, she liked having them and they always led her some where new. Today she had wondered around the cafeteria to find out what was back there only to hear a scream. She stopped the fur on ehr neck standing on end as she heard it. Fopr a moment she thought she was screaming, she thought this must be another dream, until she heard it again and her big blue eyes found the door to the meat storage Tilting her head she pulled hard at the door and peeped in. Her bretah came in cool plumes as she looked around. the meat didn't frighten her, perhaps it should have but she simply licked her lips, the scent, to her, was intoxicating, she felt the need to run and capture something but her curiopsity hadn't called her here for the meat it had yelled at her about the scream "hulo?" she calls, still only peering in to the cold darkness, she didn't want to go in there unless she had to, it reminded her of the dark place she had come from. She shivers waiting for a reply, whow as in here?
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Posted: Thu Dec 01, 2005 2:18 am
Joliette was still kicking her feet twisting and turning her body as much as she could, the khakhi vest however was of very good quality and was not giving "Help me!" she called out hearing the voice, she was feeling very sick, and she honestly didn't care who it was so long as it was not Sabin "Please... get me down!" her voice was carried from deeper in the room where she was hanging between two halves of pig
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Posted: Thu Dec 01, 2005 2:23 am
Colche's ears perked up and she looked at the door, pushing it open as far as she could. In a moment of perhaps ehr most intelectual appyphany she placed a stone against the door to hold it open so that the meat filled room flooded with the daylight. Her tail twitched and swallowing hard, swallowing her fear of the strange room she entered, weaving between the carcasses of the beasts around her. at last she found poor Joliette hanging by her shirt from a hook. Looking up, she almost looked like she was going to giggle about it, it looked comical, but the sound of Joliettes voice was so frightened. Her brow wrinkled and she bit her tongue, what was she to do? Joliette obviously didn't wnat to be up theer but how the heck was she to get her down?
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Posted: Thu Dec 01, 2005 2:26 am
Joliette blinked at hte sudden extra light, and more then making the situation better it made it worse, as she saw more carcasses around her, she turned her head looking a the figure coming in "Colche! Please help.. Please help me get down" her voice sounded not only desperate but it was catching, her cheeks a rosy pink from the coldness of hanging there for an hour
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Posted: Thu Dec 01, 2005 2:31 am
Colche pouted her brow creasing as she walked around Joliette, she was really stumpped. She couldn't reach the hook and neither could she lift Joliette off it. Her ears flattened and she bit her tongue trying to think. She smiled suddenly "stand on" she stated, bending a little to stand underneath Joliette. She doubted she could hold Joliette for very long but maybe it would be long enough for her to get herself un hooked, it was the only thing she could think of bar running for somoneone to help, but who was awake at this time of day? They probably wouldn't appreciate the wake up call.
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Posted: Thu Dec 01, 2005 2:34 am
Joliette was willing to try anything and before putting her weight on Colche she reached to the hooks above her shoulders . Biting her lip she put her weight down, she wasn't a heavy person weighing barely more then 120 pounds, she hoped Colche could hold her long enough to get down. she wriggled and squirmed the hooks eventually getting them far enough that tips just ripped the edge of hte fabric and she dangled by her hands instead
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Posted: Thu Dec 01, 2005 2:38 am
Colche wasn't a particularily strong person but she did manage to hold Joliette long enough for ehr to hear the rip. She moved then and looked up at the even smaller than herself female with agrin "cold" she stated simply, waiting for Joliette to let go, she was worried but she was rpetty sure the sun would cheer Joliette up, at least she was unhooked now of that she was pretty sure. Waiting paitently for Joliette to drop to the ground she peered about at the meat carcasses, the deep wont to chase something and kill it bit at her subconcious with the scent of the meat filling her sensitive nostrils. A shiver ran down her spine though looking at the cold concrete walls, she was ready to get out of here.
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