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 Posted: Thu Aug 18, 2005 7:48 am
*nodded and left for her old room closly folowed by the blue pixie. The red watched after them holding the leesh tightly*
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Posted: Thu Aug 18, 2005 7:51 am
*Roan sat down looking at teh pixie. She then began to squeeze the shadows tighter*
I wonder how much pressure it would take to pop your head off? You must be able to talk cos the other one could. Who are you?
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Posted: Thu Aug 18, 2005 7:55 am
I am not like that blue thing
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Posted: Thu Aug 18, 2005 7:57 am
Then what ARE you like, little pestilence? Hurry up before I squeeze you too tight.
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Posted: Thu Aug 18, 2005 7:59 am
like fire? *the pixie cackles and bursts into flames trying to escape*
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Posted: Thu Aug 18, 2005 8:00 am
*sits back and watches with a smirk, lighting another cigerette*
This mean we're gonna go have some fun?
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Posted: Thu Aug 18, 2005 8:11 am
*Ran grinned and closed teh chadows over the pixie tighter. The darkness was constructed from her own blood an dteh fire didnt burn the shadow away at all*
Oh a fire pestilence. How nice. Well you listen to me little one. See the man in black behind me, smoking? Well him and me and the rest of his brothers are coming for your masters. You see the massive sword on my back? And the gunblade that man is carrying? Those contain Daemon Gods. So we're strong, understand? When we come, we'll be riding a Hellfire Wyrm, you know what those look like? They're mean. Now, look at the man behind me again. He's dead already. So am I. We're both soulless in a way so you cant arse about with us like you did poor Elfy. Now what I want you to do is to go home and tell your boss about this. Tell him the DeSeer clan are coming for them. All of them. They can either do things the easy way and give us Elfy's soul back, or, and this is the importnat bit, we'll take THEIR souls. The sword I carry consumes souls... forever. As does the man behind me with his gunblade AND those funky gloves and greaves he's wearing. Now. Did you get all that? Just nod or I'll pop your head off for real.
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Posted: Thu Aug 18, 2005 8:15 am
*the pixie still trapped between its normal form and fire one nodded its eyes raging with anger*
You will lose
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Posted: Thu Aug 18, 2005 8:20 am
Never lost yet. DeSeer's are strong, you understand? Now, get the hell out of here and deliver your message little pest. If I ever catch you or one of yours back here again, I'll make a necklace from you....with the string going right between your ears.
Make sure you repeat EXACTLY What I told you to our masters. Its them I want to know everything, not you.
*Roan then released the creature and glared at it.*
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Posted: Thu Aug 18, 2005 8:22 am
*the creature ran out the door muttering loudly as he dissappeared*
(and so should i btw nearly time to go home *dances* 25min to go)
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Posted: Thu Aug 18, 2005 8:44 am
*watches the thing run out the door and stubs out his cigerette*
Just give me a shout when you need me, I'm outta here
*gets up and heads out the door*
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Posted: Thu Aug 18, 2005 10:39 am
*Bard arranged to meet Al again tomorrow, for now he seemed to be uninterested in the synth shop. He faced Roan*
Sounds like your gonna be a bit busy. If u need someone to torture / relieve yourself of stress then ill be here in the tavern
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Posted: Thu Aug 18, 2005 1:30 pm
*Roan turned and half glared at Bard*
Don't make offers you'll regret later, little princeling.
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Posted: Thu Aug 18, 2005 1:58 pm
Hahahah yes miss Deseer
*Bard turned away from the very short conversation and headed towards the tree he was fond of that lay outside the taverns entrance*
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Posted: Thu Aug 18, 2005 2:26 pm
*Roan sat herself at a table in the corner, pulled some paper towards herself and began to sketch, outlying plans for the upcoming assault on Elfy's home. Ideas spiralled in her head, along side Take and Rayth. For the first time in a while she felt alive again. In charge of her own little army and all that went with it. To anyone else, it would have been shameful that the deaths of hundreds caused one person to feel alive.. but Roan didnt care. This, for her, would be fun.*
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