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Alureah The Protector Captain
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 Posted: Sun May 16, 2010 4:45 pm
 Irina blushed again and flinched a little bit, she had so many questions in mind now. Why would he do something like that for her? Especially her? Has he done it for anyone else? Why does he continue to treat her like.. Royalty.. Right now atleast..? She looked at him when he began to speak up again, "Yes?" She was confused as to where this conversation was heading off to. She actually looked at his eyes, now glad she was able to see something in him.
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Posted: Sun May 16, 2010 5:03 pm
 Azazel hesitated again. "I," Just then a War Father entered the room. "My Lord, we've found," He looked around and saw Azazel but did not recognize him. "My Lord?" He turned to go out. "What is it you twit?!" The Warfather turned and stared at Azazel. "My Lord?" "Yes!" "What happened?" "What is it?!" Azazel was annoyed that the War Father interrupted him. "We've found another spy, my Lord." Azazel face palmed. "Ill be right back again, Irina." And he followed the War Father out to the torture chamber where the spy was being held.
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DevilDude585 Vice Captain
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Alureah The Protector Captain
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Posted: Sun May 16, 2010 5:09 pm
Irina stared at Azazel when he was going to say something, but looked up quickly to see the war father. She listened and frowned as she went back under the covers, being relaxed. Her back was to the door, as her blankets went up to her head. She was sad that he had to leave, especially when he had something important to tell her. Now it was eating at her brain, "Is he going to apologize?" She spoke softly to herself, "What is he going to say?" She dug her face into her pillow.
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Posted: Sun May 16, 2010 5:23 pm
Azazel met the spy in the torture chamber, this time the spy was a battlenun. "So, this time they sent a woman in order to take advantage of my perversion. It didn't work." The woman had a bandage around her mouth so she couldn't talk. "Leave us, I wish to have my fun." Everyone in the room left and Azazel got down to work torturing her.A Battlenun walked into Irinas room and smiled. "Hello, dear. How are you today?" She was trying to be nice since she was new, trying to make a new friend.
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DevilDude585 Vice Captain
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Alureah The Protector Captain
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Posted: Sun May 16, 2010 5:26 pm
Irina could hear footsteps toward her door, she was hoping it was Azazel's, but it wasn't. She turned to see it was a Nun. When she spoke, Irina wasn't in the mood to speak to her or anyone like her, "Please go away.." She said softly as she turned around, staring at her tea cup.
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Posted: Sun May 16, 2010 5:40 pm
The Battlenun lost her smile. "But I just want to talk." She sat down in the chair Azazel was sitting in.
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DevilDude585 Vice Captain
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Alureah The Protector Captain
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Posted: Sun May 16, 2010 5:42 pm
Irina started to glare, she was loosing her patience. "I suggest leaving before you get hurt." She said, harshly. She didn't want to talk to the nun, or father.. The only people she liked in this place was the Chef. She only puts up with Azazel because he's the master.
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Posted: Sun May 16, 2010 5:45 pm
The Battlenun got a stern look on her face, even though no one could see it. "Now look here, im just trying to be nice, if you want to fit in with more people then the Lord then you'll have to speak to us sooner or later." The Battlenun had her own harshness in her tone.
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DevilDude585 Vice Captain
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Alureah The Protector Captain
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Posted: Sun May 16, 2010 5:48 pm
Irina rolled over and stared the nun down, "Who says I want to fit in with the people? Your master follows me around, not the other way around. I was sold into this place. I don't give a damn if you're trying to be nice. Like I said, leave before you get hurt." Her voice sounded like she was growling, and she didn't care if she was threatening the woman.
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Posted: Sun May 16, 2010 5:52 pm
The Battlenun got angry, about as tolerant to insubordination then Azazel was. "Listen missy, whether he follows you around or not is besides the point. do NOT talk to me like that, or else it is your life you'll have to look out for." She wagged a finger at her, trying to stay serious.
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DevilDude585 Vice Captain
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Alureah The Protector Captain
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Posted: Sun May 16, 2010 5:56 pm
Irina mimicked her for a little bit before actually speaking, "Listen to yourself. You sound like a grandma, you old hag." Sure she couldn't see the woman, but personality spoke out to her then anything else. "I'll speak to you however way I want to. And my life? I don't think I'd have to worry about it from someone like yourself." She quirked a brow while giving a devilish grin, trying to egg the nun on.
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Posted: Sun May 16, 2010 6:00 pm
The Battlenun got angry and threw her covers off of her. "Get up!" She noticed she had no clothes on. "And get dressed first, I don't want to fight you in your undies." She walked around and waited for her opponent to get ready.
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DevilDude585 Vice Captain
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Alureah The Protector Captain
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Posted: Sun May 16, 2010 6:04 pm
Irina slowly got to the edge of her bed and got to her feet. Her legs were much stronger now, and she knew this fight would be fair. She went to her closet and threw on a regular white silk dress and just stood there, looking calm and not afraid at all, which she wasn't, she knew how to fight quite well.
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Posted: Sun May 16, 2010 6:08 pm
"You look nice, first of all, second." The Battlenun swung a heavy right hook at Irina square at her jaw.
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DevilDude585 Vice Captain
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Alureah The Protector Captain
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Posted: Sun May 16, 2010 6:09 pm
Irina leaned back, having the punch nick her chin slightly. That pissed Irina off. She ran over to the tea cup, grabbed the handle, and rushed back over to the nun slamming the cup into her face before kicking her in the chest (sparta style).
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