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 Posted: Sat Oct 04, 2008 10:00 pm
He jumped back, then gestured both of his arms down, several weapons falling into each, holding them by the spaces in between his fingers. "She-b***h, let's go."
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Posted: Sat Oct 04, 2008 10:01 pm
Robin shook her head, smiling.
"I'm half goat, not dog. You could at least get your insults right, ********é: Oh, no! You'll wreck the house!]]
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Posted: Sat Oct 04, 2008 10:05 pm
"I have put up with enough of your bullshit!" All the contents, potions of various abilities left his hand aim at her.
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Posted: Sat Oct 04, 2008 10:10 pm
Robin jumped up, and the potions hit the back wall and the floor.
Someone was trying to communicate with her.
"...wait a second..."
She looked uneasy.
"Not right now, no..."
She picked up Moé's body.
"Well, Mr. Lemming, I'm being called back. You can go and do your work. Perfectly fine. Yep...!"
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Posted: Sat Oct 04, 2008 10:14 pm
Behind the satyr, an explosion took a good part of the wall out. The one that had broken on the floor began to hiss as it ate though the wooden floor. He slowly began to walk to her towering over her. "....Perfect." He turned around and went back down to the study.
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Posted: Sat Oct 04, 2008 10:17 pm
Robin laid Moé down on the ground. Robin slipped away, and Moé stood, alive again.
Noticing the carnage, she began to work on reparations as quietly as possible, hoping to make both Mr. Lemming and Caleb happy.
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Posted: Sat Oct 04, 2008 10:23 pm
The shadowy figure began making some sort of brew, the smell unpleasing to the eyes and nose, slowly began to creep though out the house.
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Posted: Sat Oct 04, 2008 10:25 pm
Moé's heart lurched at being alone without Caleb/Mr. Lemming-- she didn't mind either-- but finished fixing the wall and floor.
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Posted: Sat Oct 04, 2008 10:39 pm
The potion was finally finished. He took off his black robe before falling into a black leather chair. Pulling a sleeve of the shirt up, and using his right hand, ripped out the stitches. He poured some of the philter into the wound, and sowed the wound back together. "...Test number 4538 in progress." He said to himself.
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Posted: Sat Oct 04, 2008 10:41 pm
Moé felt her chest tighten instinctually, and then shook her head.
"No... no...," she said, in a tiny, almost inaudible voice.
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Posted: Sat Oct 04, 2008 10:52 pm
After about 20 minutes, he put back on the shadowy robe. He looked in a particular part of the study, the cellar. Taking a bottle of sherry that was dated in the 19th century and a wine glass, he came back up the stairs. "And the best part is, she is suffering in the burning h-." To his dismay, he saw her. He dropped the bottle of sherry and it broke on the floor along with the glass.
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Posted: Sat Oct 04, 2008 10:56 pm
Moé reached into a portal, and, time traveling, she took out the same bottle of sherry, and handed it to him, as well as the glass. The bottle and glass wasn't on the floor anymore.
"E-Excuse me, I'm just cleaning, Mr. Lemming. I'll leave you alone now to work. B-Bye."
She ran back upstairs, still working quietly.
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Posted: Sat Oct 04, 2008 11:01 pm
His mind reeled on why she was still alive. He was too angered to say anything or even move until she left. "...Improbable, Impossible!" He slammed the bottle and glass on a nearby table, cracking the glass. He began to walk up the stairs, too angered to run up them.
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Posted: Sat Oct 04, 2008 11:03 pm
Moé feared the inevitable, so she portaled to another section of the house, closing said portal.
'Maybe it'll wear him out,' she thought.
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Posted: Sat Oct 04, 2008 11:07 pm
He swung the door open, to find she was not to be found. "You have to further test me..." He went into the next bedroom.
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