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 Posted: Wed Dec 09, 2009 5:45 pm
Be good... The Overseer's lips brushed against her ear. It had happened before during private conferences, but this time it was as if his lips were a live electrode that sent a shock through her whole body. "Oh!" she laughed, trying to cover her embarassment "Of course. I neglected that you would not remember it. My name is Lorika, but you may call me Rika."
She pulled back from him slightly so that he could see her nose crinkle in mock distaste. "Most people call me Lori. It bothers me!"
Looking back towards the waiting girl, whose eyes honestly appeared as if they may explode. "Also send up a prawn cocktail, some cake, yoghurt - do we have any beef stew left? - and some bread. Oh, and anything else you feel you can carry."
The curtains closed. There was a flurry of hushed muttering, which quickly died away as the acolytes left. Lorika smiled up at him again. Her tears had dried. But then her expression became thoughtful.
"Hmmm. I understand your need to meet the rest of the Order, but... well, we'll have to wait for your robes first. And -" here she unabashedly pulled back part of the material covering his shoulder, quickly examining the upper part of his chest and his neck. "- Not to be offensive, my Lord, but it appears as if you've been swimming in some particularly slimy kelp. I'll have to call two of the female acolytes to bathe you."
She blushed. "That is... that was what you always requested before."
...and you will be lonesome.
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Posted: Wed Dec 09, 2009 5:46 pm
(( He used to like it particularly when they polished his trident.
emo ))
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Posted: Wed Dec 09, 2009 5:47 pm
((Kyo will not be getting mad at Lori cause he ran away because he felt that he was of no use to the Oversser and would never live up to what he wants to be for him. So he ran off until he can better himself~
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Posted: Wed Dec 09, 2009 5:51 pm
(( Yes! Uhh... I mean... Don't worry Kyo. The Overseer will not wait for you.
LORIKA. YOU GAVE HIM BREAD.))
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Posted: Wed Dec 09, 2009 5:53 pm
[[A fellow pew sitter with bad internet. XD Oh, bathe the Overseer? O3O *points to signature* emo ]]
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Posted: Wed Dec 09, 2009 5:56 pm
(( 'I believe in Jesus Christ my Savior'? Huh? What does that got to do with this?
*deliberately ignoring something* ))
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Posted: Wed Dec 09, 2009 5:57 pm
(( yes, I was thinking of you Kaos ;O I has a guud memory.
YES. I GAVE HIM BREAD. Maybe he likes bread!
And I think this whole scene shows that crazy fanboyness =/= method to winning the heart of a HETEROSEXUAL fake demigod. Subtle bribery and manipulation is.
Men are such tools, keke. 4laugh ))
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Posted: Wed Dec 09, 2009 5:58 pm
(( I think Pseudoverseer can get used to this. )) "I will not forget a second time, I promise that. I think ..." He sat quietly again, trailing off while Lorika gave a few more orders to her acolytes. Falling silent, because he felt odd trying to get a word in edgewise, because this was much more the High Priestess's element than his. He wished powerfully to do something important and motivating for these people. The awe he saw in their faces was grating on him. Perhaps it was all in his mind, but it seemed that they were all awaiting for him to do something? Anything? They called him a god, and weren't gods supposed to lead and be all majestic? He wasn't feeling very majestic at the moment, pointed out again by Lorika, as innocent as a comment it was on the state of his hygiene. He only nodded, and he couldn't get at least a single step ahead to plan for the future. A bath and food sounded heavenly at the moment, even though half of it sounded questionable to him. What exactly did he eat anyway? Either way, he hoped whatever it was, found him quickly.
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O Righteous Overseer Crew
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Posted: Wed Dec 09, 2009 6:02 pm
[[ biggrin Yay!
@Bapp: Don't ignore it! It's my tittle and I wear it with pride!! D8 heart ]]
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Posted: Wed Dec 09, 2009 6:07 pm
(( SHORT POST SHORT POST WEEE Well, short for me anyway ;__; )) Be good...Lorika knelt down at the foot of the throne. She looked up at her Overseer, watching him wrestle with his emotions for many seconds. Then, taking one of his feet into her hands, she began to massage it.
She was silent for several minutes, waiting for the Overseer to display a semblance of relaxation. Then she spoke. "I'm sorry if this is all overwhelming you. I believe you had something to say, my Lord?"
...and you will be lonesome.
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Posted: Wed Dec 09, 2009 6:08 pm
((Hey hey, polish anywhere but the Trident. That's my area of expertise. B} ))
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Posted: Wed Dec 09, 2009 6:20 pm
((I resign. I can't ******** stand interacting with homophobes))
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Posted: Wed Dec 09, 2009 6:25 pm
(( Um?
o__o
I'm not a homophobe. I'm sorry if my comment sounded offensive to you. Two of my best friends who I have met through the Order are gay. I'm sorry the teasing has apparently gone too far... x____x ))
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Posted: Wed Dec 09, 2009 6:26 pm
((Not you Lori. Bapp.
I'm sick of it))
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O Righteous Overseer Crew
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Posted: Wed Dec 09, 2009 6:30 pm
He startled, defensively, and not remembering when he had drifted over to the throne there in the room. Suffice to say, he was not accustomed to this kind of treatment that was more suited to a king or ... well, a demigod. He had been so sure of himself before. Where was that before?
Coinciding with his thoughts of inferiority, something as simple as a foot rub was blown way out of proportion. He overreacted and rocketed up to his feet, and began to pace through the Sanctuary. There was not all that much room, so was the Overseer claustrophobic? He nervously picked at the dried blood on his robe, reminiscent of stressed bird plucking out his own feathers. Every limb and joint protested the walking, but the sort of restless, twitchy energy that fueled him could not allow him stay still for long.
He shook his head sharply, twice and for all the world he seemed to be on the edge of a mental breakdown. Too much, too quick. "What do I do next? Will it be enough? Is there not something I can do to help?"
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