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 Posted: Sat Aug 25, 2007 8:23 pm
"By all means, be my guest. Just keep them alive, please. Can't have Lord Bently angrier at me then already is. Besides, they are so very useful toys."
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Posted: Sat Aug 25, 2007 8:37 pm
Allen rubs his hands together happily.
Allen: Ooo boy!
Allen snaps his fingers, and the shadows go under their fingernails, burrowing into their skin. Allen grins maliciously, as the shadows go up to the first joint set on their fingers.
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Posted: Sat Aug 25, 2007 8:58 pm
Wicked and Truth grimmenced, bitting their lips to keep from crying out. Zia nad Maida looked away, not wanting to see this.
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Posted: Sat Aug 25, 2007 9:02 pm
Allen: Oh, just wait until it gets to your shoulders.
It slowly begins to creep up their hands, until it had separated the skin off their fingers, up to the first knuckle.
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Posted: Sat Aug 25, 2007 9:22 pm
Wicked and Truth gasp in pain and shock. Truth bit his lower lip so hard it started to bleed.
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Posted: Sun Aug 26, 2007 3:08 pm
Allen pulls his hands back, and the shadows recede from beneath their skin.
Allen: Any more questions you want to ask them, Storm? They seem like they'd divulge some information, given the proper... incentive.
Upon the last word, he swings his hands forward again, and the shadows rush back into their skin, exactly to where they were before.
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Posted: Sun Aug 26, 2007 9:32 pm
Storm sat across from The Wicked Truth, apple in hand.
"No, thank you. I just intend to enjoy the show."
She took a bit from the apple, watching Wicked and Truth slumped in relife as the shadows left then snap back to painful attention when they rushed back.
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Posted: Mon Aug 27, 2007 2:42 pm
Allen grins maliciously, as the shadows slice all the way to their wrists, separating the skin completely from their hands.
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Posted: Mon Aug 27, 2007 3:34 pm
Truth cried out in pain, but Wicked stubbornly just growled away his pain, even as the blood rain down his hands.
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Posted: Mon Aug 27, 2007 6:41 pm
Allen: Now watch this. This is kinda cool.
He holds his hands up, and a dagger flings into his hand. He cuts a small incision, or as close to an incision one can get with a dagger, around their entire wrist, and pulls on their middle fingers. Their skin comes off like a grotesque glove. He waves the skin-gloves around like a child with a new toy.
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Posted: Mon Aug 27, 2007 7:22 pm
Storm cackles (yes, she cackles) in amusment at the theatrics.
"My my, you are very skilled. Perhaps Our way is not yet gone..."
Wicked and Truth just stare in horror at this macrabre trophy.
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Posted: Tue Aug 28, 2007 8:38 pm
Allen looks confused, and turns to Storm, as the shadows form around the skinned hands of Wicked and Truth.
Allen: Can't have you bleeding to death, now. So, Storm, what is "Our Way?"
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Posted: Wed Aug 29, 2007 3:37 pm
"Drow's. We are a dying people, mister Allen. All so called 'magical' folk are. Humans are killing us off. But just becuase the people are dead doesn't mean that their morals, ideals and principales are. I suppose Kibo never told you what my favorite past time was? No?"
Storm guestrued at the skinning.
"That, more or less. Although, I use acid and hooks and speacail knifes, not...shadows."
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Posted: Wed Aug 29, 2007 7:19 pm
Allen: But you have to admit, this...
He sweeps his hand towards Wicked and Truth, and the shadows snake up their arms, starting out as little snake-like lines, then expanding under the unseperated skin.
Allen: ...is much cleaner, no? And you can make a nice little ensemble out of it. Nothing says "fear me" like a skin-sweater.
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Posted: Wed Aug 29, 2007 7:52 pm
Storm smiled.
"Bet it's one heck of a clean up though. Acid is nice; no mess."
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