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 Posted: Fri Apr 23, 2010 9:08 pm
The Count winced- this was.. quite literally.. painful- he needed to find a weak spot- but Dimentio didn't seem to have a weak spot- sometime he just wished he'd never even met-
He paused bleheh.. if I think that again- I believe suicide really would be a good option... indeed- Dimentio was playing his feelings like a violin- The Count couldn't act, he couldn't hide his feelings even remotely- especially not something like this...
He brought out something from under his cloak- it was a ring- a wedding ring, to be precise. "bleheh.. this.." he began, his voice slightly hoarse. "is a wedding ring- the precise wedding ring I need to make the prognosis's prophecy come true..." he said, his grin slightly brighter than before- if his calculations were correct... "bleheh- you, dear Dimentio, are taking away my incentive to make the prophecy come true- and, since I clearly wont be needing such a thing any-more- I suppose melting it wouldn't affect either of us unduly, considering my wills are your own, as I am your master, hmm..?" if Dimentio didn't shut up- he knew he would probably do it- that or his insanity would...
((*glances up* woah... long post..))
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Posted: Fri Apr 23, 2010 9:31 pm
Dimentio wanted to scream with the entirety of his being that Count Bleck was not in fact his master. If anyone was the master in this situation, it was Dimentio. But that day would come. If he said it now, the Count would surely end his game and then how would the prophecy be fulfilled.
And then there was the wedding ring. If he continued his game the ring would be melted into slag. If he stopped, it could be possible, he could be melted into slag...
Dimentio would have to do what he dreaded most. Suck up to the Count.
"I'm sorry, Master. Please forgive your devoted servant."
Dimentio hung his head in shame.
Not for the apology, but for the fact that now he owed Rose money. The day couldn't get much worse.
But what appeared to be a insane grin appeared for a split second before fading into a frown.
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Posted: Fri Apr 23, 2010 9:35 pm
Rose smirked. "I win.~ Now pay up Dimentio." Rose said in normal volume voice. She love making bets and if there was anything she loved more then bets-it was winning them.
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Posted: Fri Apr 23, 2010 9:40 pm
The Count smirked, putting the ring away- much better... he thought, quietly storing the memory away for times he had to put up with a certain deranged jester...
"bleheh... Dimentio- I will forgive you for a short period of time, as long as you refrain from wearing Mimi as your undergarmets..."
in fact, as long as you ignored the high possibility of going insane, the fact that his lover was missing, presumed dead, and that the future held his death in certanty- and suicide was what he was seeking- well yeah~
it was a good day...
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Posted: Fri Apr 23, 2010 10:05 pm
"Yes, Master, I will. But, on my defense, she's crazed... I never wanted her to pose as my undergarments..."
Dimentio shuttered, the fact that he wasn't wearing any underpants at the moment wasn't helping.
He gloomily handed over the coins to Rose.
Unfortunately for Dimentio, he thought it would be best to keep himself from torturing the Count, at least not directly, for a while. The other possible candidates for torment weren't as tragic as the Count. Maybe Nastasia... No, Dimentio didn't want to be brainwashed any time soon.
He would have to settle for Mimi and O'Chunks.
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Posted: Fri Apr 23, 2010 10:08 pm
Rose counted the coin and put them in her pocket. "Thank-you.~" She said and smiled at Dimentio.
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Posted: Fri Apr 23, 2010 10:23 pm
The Count smirked, silently agreeing- and marvelling at the unusual silence of the jester- it seems his theory was correct- for some obscure reason- most likely due to his obvious insanity- Dimentio wanted the prophecy to unravel- not due to his loyalty, but because of him wanting the prophecy itself to happen- intriguing...
He smirked- master, huh? from anyone else- he would have hated it- but.. something about proving himself better (for now) than the jester had a certain.. ring to it...
"bleheh.. and once we get back, I believe you should begin raising the impossibility of people getting the pure hearts.." he told dimentio- he had more pressing matters for himself to perform- and in all honesty- he really thought Nastasia had been working too hard- and considering the fact she thought of days off as an insult...
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Posted: Fri Apr 23, 2010 10:59 pm
"Yes, I will."
Inwardly, Dimentio perked up.
Really? That soon already? Oh, joyous rapture!
His plans racing through his mind, Dimentio raised his head. The ever present smile reappeared on his face.
"So have we identified my unfortunate victims yet?"
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Posted: Fri Apr 23, 2010 11:06 pm
The Count smirked "bleheh.. not entirely the only person so far is someone clothed in green, with an poorly cut moustache... perhaps you'll get the chance to use those sprouts you've been obsessing about, hmm..? bleheh.. ah yes- do you believe you'd be capable of changing the.. settings of a computer..?" The Count's grin mirrored Dimentio's in an eerie fashion- in a way that both parties most likely hated.. "an abnormally large computer that has a discerning habit of trying to kill everyone but a select few..."
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Posted: Fri Apr 23, 2010 11:27 pm
"Oh, yes, the Floro sprouts!" Dimentio said, almost grimacing at the Count's imitation of his smile. "I believe I would be able to..."
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Posted: Fri Apr 23, 2010 11:36 pm
The Count smirked "bleheh.. of course you can- why do you think I told you..?" needless to say- his plans were generally on a need-to-know basis. His grin wavered slightly at the thought of similarity- his only consolation was that his was a grin, and Dimentio's was a smile- he had to keep on repeating that to himself...
"ah yes- and you'll have to start a war.." he added- almost as an afterthought- the rest, he thought he would leave to himself or Nastasia- 'O'Chunks barely had enough brain-cells to figure out how to open a pickle jar. and- well- what could he say? Mimi... He shuddered at the thought of having to rely on her for anything much.
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Posted: Fri Apr 23, 2010 11:42 pm
((I have to go now, sorry. crying ))
"That should be fairly easy..."
Beings in this existence are so disagreeable...
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Posted: Fri Apr 23, 2010 11:50 pm
"bleheh.. what did I just say..? I gave you things you are capable of..."
((blurg- see ya..))
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Posted: Sat Apr 24, 2010 12:37 pm
"The joy of controling others. How, Simple..."
The person just stood still, tied to the group's conversation.
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Posted: Tue Apr 27, 2010 11:46 am
"Well it always is the simple things in life that give you the most joy." Rose said to the 'person'.
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