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 Posted: Sun Jun 28, 2009 8:04 pm
Miguel shook his head. "bringing her here was an unfortunate addition to it... due to the fact that i was with Lady Margo at the time... the plan was to get her out as soon as i could, without drawing attention to it..."
((well... if he ends up needing to escape, itll be a little more subtle...))
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Posted: Mon Jun 29, 2009 12:56 am
The Lady sounded personally hurt, "You lied to me! YOU! How could you o this?"
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Posted: Mon Jun 29, 2009 9:57 am
"Mabey I should help him." Zane said, running through the forest. "Nah, he can do it himself."
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Posted: Mon Jun 29, 2009 1:42 pm
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Posted: Mon Jun 29, 2009 8:35 pm
Miguel didnt show any outward change of emotion. he just continued speaking. "if i were to have told you... you wouldve been thuroughly investigated, and possibly even lose some sort of credibility within the alliance..." this was true. as someone Miguel 'spoke' with often, she'd be picked out as a possible accomplice.
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Posted: Tue Jun 30, 2009 3:09 pm
She slamed her fist through a table, "YOU COULD OF JUST TOLD ME!"
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Posted: Tue Jun 30, 2009 6:42 pm
Miguel answered, now getting a little adamant as well. "not with that wench of yours running around!" he paused, then added, "harriot, was it?"
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Posted: Tue Jun 30, 2009 6:51 pm
The Lady looked at him, "Miguel...I don't know if I can believe you. Everything you've done...points to treason/."
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Posted: Tue Jun 30, 2009 10:45 pm
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Posted: Wed Jul 01, 2009 10:35 am
*a new voice, soft-spoken with a hint of a cigar-stained rasp, breaks into the heated conversation* Here's a thought; This boy dealt with the flea-bags. If dealing with the flea-bags is treason for your.....whatever you belong to, then why not give the boy a traitor's death? *the owner of the voice steps forward, raising his head just enough for one steel-gray eye to show from beneath his old, low-brim hat*
(hope I didn't jump the gun in joining in)
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Posted: Wed Jul 01, 2009 11:43 am
((lol, np))
The Lady of Death looked at the newcomber, "What are you doing here!?! Who are you!?!"
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Posted: Wed Jul 01, 2009 12:39 pm
*he gives the Lady a guarded grin and blows out a cloud of smoke, his metal-lined boots clanking quietly as he paces around her* Oh, I'm no-one of any great importance. And as to what I'm doing here? *he jabs a finger at the so-called "traitor"* Anyone who willingly cavorts with Dogs is a prime candidate for a severe haircut...like say, from the neck up. *he taps a silver machete hanging at his side, the grin gone*
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Posted: Wed Jul 01, 2009 12:41 pm
The Lady narrowed her eyes, "this is a secure prison and this is a private meting. What.Are.You.Doing.Here?"
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Posted: Wed Jul 01, 2009 12:59 pm
*he laughs and flips open the dark-bound book under his arm, his eyes scanning the page. he then looks up at her, all humor gone* Lady, I don't give a rat's a** about your secret meetings, and no prison is secure enough to keep me in or out. All I know is, that little turncoat over there is sleeping with my enemy, and I'm gonna kill him for it. *he grips his machete handle tightly, the passage in his book already locked in his mind*
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Posted: Wed Jul 01, 2009 1:20 pm
MIguel had ignored the annoying chatter of the newcomer until now. he glared up at him, standing. "i am not sleeping with anyone. let alone some canine filth." he clenched his teeth as he spoke thru them. "and if you try to kill me... ill shove that butter knife of yours so far down your throat..." he stopped himself, feeling it was a bad idea to continue.
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