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 Posted: Sun Jun 12, 2011 8:08 pm
That was not the correct answer.
*The three hunks, the beer, and even the lounge chair instantly vanish -- having been nothing more than illusions*
Pity.
*Amora teleports out with a flash of green light*
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Posted: Sun Jun 12, 2011 8:20 pm
What a tease.
: biggrin inah shakes her head and leaves::
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Posted: Mon Jun 13, 2011 11:20 pm
*Amora and Wade appear in a flash of green light*
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Posted: Mon Jun 13, 2011 11:23 pm
*Shakes his head, a little disoriented.*
That was . . . trippy. I mean, I'm used to teleporting, but it never feels like THAT.
So! What can I do for you, Miss Pretty Lady?
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Posted: Mon Jun 13, 2011 11:28 pm
*Amora wraps her arms around Wade's neck and looks into his eye mask*
Call me Amora. You see, there are some foolish ingrates who seem to dislike my establishment here that I co-run with another, incredibly sexy gal known as the Emerald Empress. You wouldn't want our home torn down, would you?
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Posted: Mon Jun 13, 2011 11:34 pm
Well, yhou see. I've learned in my time, that the world don't move to the beat of just one drum, What might be right for you, may not be right for some
*Wade goes off into his own little world, that involves singing the Diff'rent Strokes theme for a minut or so.*
What I mean to say is that a place run by evil but beautiful women has just as much right to be here as any other. So . . . I'll help.
For a minute, I thought someone finally took the Powell Menace seriously, though.
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Posted: Mon Jun 13, 2011 11:40 pm
*Amora's seductive gaze changes to one of impatience while Wade prattles on, but finally changes back when Wade agrees*
A Powell threat? Now see, you're already being useful. Now, how about a kiss for the road?
*Amora leans in and slowly starts to slide Wade's mask up*
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Posted: Mon Jun 13, 2011 11:46 pm
*Wade becomes giddy for a moment, but maintains his composure.*
Why, yes, please! Umm. Yeah. Chris Powell's planning a panty raid. To steal all the undies from all the ladies in the Nexus. Selene says she only wears the one pair, and didn't need my help sad
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Posted: Mon Jun 13, 2011 11:50 pm
*Amora stops for a moment*
Selene? Hmm... I don't know much about her, but she doesn't seem like an immediate threat at the moment. As for the panties -- Sarya will be glad to know. I saw she had bought several pieces of lingerie for our stash.
Well, here we go.
*Amora slides Wade's mask above his lips and kisses him deeply, working her hypnotizing magic*
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Posted: Mon Jun 13, 2011 11:56 pm
*All of which really only goes to prove Powell's point about Wade being a sucker for a pretty face, but . . . what can you do?*
*Wade, of course, fell under her sway. Hey, what's the worst that could happen?*
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Posted: Tue Jun 14, 2011 12:02 am
Now, go see what you can do about sabotaging this panty-thieving Powell creep's plans, or at least keep him away from here. Also, see what you can find out about any plans to take down Ambrosia. Be sure to report back in a week's time.
*Amora grins, blows Wade a kiss, and teleports out*
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Posted: Thu Jun 16, 2011 10:35 am
*Amora sits on her throne, slowly sipping ambrosia from a golden goblet as she lazily passes the day. Her emerald gaze is fixed in a serious daze as thoughts actively pass through her mind.*
...
*After a few hours pass, Amora rises and teleports out in a flash of green light*
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Posted: Thu Jun 16, 2011 9:39 pm
*Amora teleports back in and heads into her bedchamber to get ready for bed. Julio and the other manslaves are ready to assist her.*
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Posted: Thu Jun 23, 2011 9:48 am
*Sarya appears in a flash of green light, complete with items plundered from across the galaxy*
Ah, ha ha haha! Eye do love a productive month of space piracy! Fernando! Unwrap all of my new goodies. Eye do have to share with Amora, after all.
Julio, feet.
*Sarya sits on her velvet-lined couch and holds up her feet for Julio to massage*
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