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 Posted: Sun Nov 27, 2011 6:56 pm
 If Murphy had had any sort of mental reaction to Drake's words, it didn't show on the Assassin's face, expression as passive as ever. His hands shifted slightly, clasping them together in silence, as Drake shifted positions. Just as Drake's yellow eyes stayed focused on his subordinate, Murphy's brown eyes remained on Drake. "...You know I'd never order you into a fight to the death unless I knew you wouldn't die... right Murphy?"The Assassin remained tactfully silent for a few moments, as if simply gathering his thoughts before speaking. If Murphy was forced to be completely honest, there had been fear. Legault had been a tough opponent; seasoned in battle, soft enough to relax the enemy, but hard enough to not give up in fighting. Drake's presence was enough to reassure Murphy that death would not be the end result of their match, despite his words, but to allow it to go that far? And to only allow it to end after Jezebel, of all people, had intervened? "...Yes." Murphy reached up with one hand and cleared away the hair from in front of those intense brown eyes. "If I am to do my duty, then... there must be trust in your actions, sir."
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Posted: Fri Dec 09, 2011 2:12 pm
Drake widened his grin at he continued to stare at Murphy. "...Good." he replied. "That's exactly what I wanted to hear."
The bandit king then partook in a moment of silent staring, which he often did to those who stood before him. He enjoyed making people uncomfortable and reading their reactions. It was almost like a pastime. Murphy however, proved resilient as always, and this caused Drake to smirk. "Go take a rest. Get yourself mended. I'll be needing you. It's good to know I can count on you never to fail me... Murphy. Dismissed."
Once the spy left the room, Drake smiled devilishly and chuckled lowly to himself. The day had brought him some unique assets. He knew he could put them to good use.
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Posted: Sat Dec 10, 2011 2:20 pm
 xxxxxx"You foolish men who walk the earth like blasted kings!"
x "I will collect my trophies soon."8===========================> xx J e z e b e l xx <===========================8 xxxxxJezebel snootily looked away from Murphy when he thanked her and when Drake told her to lead the two guests out, she complied. After shutting the doors, she moved out in front and began to lead them to the storerooms, where Melethia could probably find her items.
It was a quiet walk at first, but then Melethia spoke to the man with her. Jezebel choked and swung around. "If there's going to be any removal of clothing, I'll be the one removing it, got it?!" She sneered at Legault. "You have to be careful around these types. You can't trust them. They're only after one thing..."
"Your wangs shall be a fine addition to the others!"xxxx
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Posted: Sat Dec 10, 2011 4:34 pm
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Legault sighed and kept his mouth closed. All the fight had left him by this point, so he just shut his eyes and tuned out Jezebel as best he could. He didn't particularly care who took off his clothes so long as they didn't take off his head as well. Or any other parts of his body. -----------------------------------------------------------------------
...it looks like this won't be easy...
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Posted: Sat Dec 10, 2011 10:27 pm
Murphy said nothing in response to Drake's affirmation, but simply folded his hands at the ready in front of his body and waited in silence. As Drake's yellow eyes focused on his Assassin subordinate, seemingly relaxed despite the piercing stare, Murphy stared back, brown meeting gold. Then, finally, Drake's gaze broke from Murphy's, who barely faltered. The Assassin had lost his cool too many times, and doing so with Drake, at something so trivial, would have looked poor, indeed. "Yes, sir," Murphy murmured. Without another word, the Assassin turned and left the room in silence, heading for his own quarters. Jezebel and Melethia and Legault, they weren't anything that Murphy needed to be preoccupied with at the moment, much less paid attention to.
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Posted: Sun Dec 11, 2011 9:01 pm
Melethia Dagon Crafter of Flames Melethia turned her head to look at Jezebel. "Now there is no need for that." She got between the two. "I'm quite capable of doing my job. Besides he's wounded and tired. I doubt he would be able to grab and rape me now. His best chance was before he got here." She then turned her head to Legault. "He's a scrawny man and I'm stronger than I look. Now if you please, I would like to get what I came here for." Do you think I care what happens...
...Just perish by my flames.
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Posted: Fri Jan 27, 2012 3:48 pm
xxxxxx"You foolish men who walk the earth like blasted kings!"
x "I will collect my trophies soon."8===========================> xx J e z e b e l xx <===========================8 xxxxx"....." Jezebel jerked her head away and turned back around. "Fine. Just make sure he stays in submission where he belongs. If you give a little, they'll think they're entitled to a lot. They're all the same."
They kept going until eventually Jezebel came to a room and pushed the doors open. Inside were all kinds of items scattered and tossed about and Jezebel didn't even know a quarter of what was inside. She figured it was where Drake put all the stuff they didn't really need so that they didn't have to look at it. As Jezebel swayed in, she held her nose and grunted. "Oh gross, it smells like piss in here." She leaned up against the wall, making sure not to touch anything she didn't have to. "Not the most appealing or clean room in the palace, obviously, but I know there's some magic junk in here. Happy hunting." She smiled slightly. "I'll help.. if you ask nicely."
"Your wangs shall be a fine addition to the others!"xxxx
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Posted: Fri Jan 27, 2012 8:15 pm
Melethia Dagon Crafter of Flames "Agh!" Melethia yelled not long after the doors were opened. That smell came to her very quickly to her strong nose. She had to cover her nose to not be any worse off. "What the hell happened here to make it smell this bad!?" She yelled. The half-dragon wanted something to try to keep the smell away. She really didn't have anything on her and knew Jezebel didn't either. Her eyes turned to Legault, and there was her solution.
"Legault let me borrow this for a little while." The half-dragon said while pulling on his cape. Once she got it off of him, while not tearing it, she started to wrap it over her nose and mouth. There was a sigh once she was done. "This is slightly better." She said.
Melethia then heard Jezebel's offer to help. It wasn't a bad idea, even if Jezebel was trying to get on her good side. Besides it would keep her away from Legault and she might try to kill him while she wasn't looking. "I would appreciate the help. Anything you think is magical can be brought out here. Legault can stay here and rest. I'm sure he needs it."
She took a few steps towards the room and looked around. There were already a few things that caught her eye. Melethia gave a big grin, though it would be hard for the other two to tell she was doing that with Legault's cape covering her mouth. Do you think I care what happens...
...Just perish by my flames.
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Posted: Fri Jan 27, 2012 8:47 pm
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'Right...' Legault rolled his eyes, ignoring Jezebel's not-so-subtle insults. It was incredible how false her perception of males were, but he figured that not speaking was probably the best way to deal with the radical feminist.
He wrinkled his nose at the sudden odor that came at them from the opened room, wearing a rather obvious frown to show his disapproval. Whatever was making that stink, it was wedged in with the magical trinkets that were supposed to help them out. Hell, maybe it was those things. Regardless, Legault broke away from Melethia and instead found a nearby wall for support. His runesword was really to thank for giving him the energy to remain conscious right now...it was rather sad how rusty his skills had gotten. Perhaps before, he'd have been able to match Murphy without a magical weapon at his disposal.
Melethia's voice snapped him out of his thoughts, as well as her tugging on his cape. "Wonderful..." he murmured, letting the woman do as she pleased. The cloth came off easily enough, though it stung a little as she tugged it away. Ignoring the unpleasant sensations, the assassin clasped a hand over his nose as if trying to filter out the smell in the room. Upon hearing Melethia speak however, he sighed in relief and straightened himself up. "Right. I'll be outside." Legault exited the room and leaned against the outer frame of the doorway. Now he supposed there was little to do but wait for Melethia to finish her work. -----------------------------------------------------------------------
...it looks like this won't be easy...
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Posted: Mon Feb 13, 2012 8:57 pm
xxxxxx"You foolish men who walk the earth like blasted kings!"
x "I will collect my trophies soon."8===========================> xx J e z e b e l xx <===========================8 xxxxxJezebel frowned, the request wasn't really how she had wanted it, but she didn't think it would get any better. Melethia wasn't showing any outward interest. "Fine." She sighed and then got to looking around.
She searched halfheartedly, not really caring about finding anything or for that matter knowing what she was supposed to be finding exactly. She stuck to plucking easy to grab stuff up with two fingers, as if everything was plagued by disease. If the thing wasn't magical, she tossed it aside carelessly. After flicking away some piece of tattered cloth, Jezebel glanced over at Melethia, who was putting much more effort into searching. She wanted to know more about this desert traveler. She wanted to know everything.
The best place to start was with trying to make small talk. "So..." she started, after giving the hand to a moldy book and giving it a grotesque look. "What are your impressions of the place so far? What did you think about Drake?"
"Your wangs shall be a fine addition to the others!"xxxx
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Posted: Mon Feb 13, 2012 9:40 pm
Melethia Dagon Crafter of Flames Melethia was gathering all she could. There was just so much to sort through. Most of it was ok to read, but there were some that were just not able to be saved. Then there was something that caught her eye. She pulled it out from the pile it was in, and it was a light rune. The half-dragon frowned when she saw it. She picked it up and stared at it.
"Shento," She thought, "I'm sure you are with the actual woman you are in love with. You only really cared about her. Probably don't even think about me because you realized I wasn't who you thought I was, even though I tried to protect you." Her grip on the ruin tightened as she stared at it. It wasn't until Jezebel started talking again that made Melethia snap out of it. She put the ruin between her breasts as a safe place to keep it.
"Well..." Melethia paused as she collected her thoughts, "It's not too bad. Back home was a little worse. If it wasn't an attempt to rape me, it was an attempt to kill me. As for Drake, he seems like a good challenge. In more ways than one mind you." The mage fighter grabbed the stuff she had picked out of the pile and walked out the room to set them out.
"I'll admit some of this stuff is very good," She said as she set a pile of books out. "Some of these are very powerful, so I can't wait to try them out." There was a grin on Melethia's face as she said that. She turned around and went back to the room to look for more stuff. Do you think I care what happens...
...Just perish by my flames.
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Posted: Wed Apr 11, 2012 11:08 pm
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'Hrm. What was that about medical attention before?' he wondered dully, sliding down the frame he was leaning on. He wasn't making an active effort to listen in on the rather brief conversation inside, but he heard it anyway. 'Rape? Kill?...I suppose dragons have little reason not to share those similarities with humans.' He was thinking that "back home" was referring to whatever world lay beyond the dragon gate. Either way, it was difficult to imagine someone of her obvious power being threatened in such ways.
Now that he was alone with his thoughts, Legault thought back to how Melethia had so heatedly swore revenge on some "nomadic b*****d". A Sacaen from Elibe, he could assume. Not that he'd know for sure with his limited knowledge of this world whether or not counterpart nomads existed on their own here. And it probably wasn't a good idea to ask about it either.
He was snapped out of his reverie by the unceremonious dumping of what he could only identify as junk outside of the stink-room. "Fascinating..." he mumbled dryly, his nostrils still adjusting to the odor.
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...it looks like this won't be easy...
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Posted: Thu Apr 12, 2012 8:43 pm
Jaren was in the room.
Not that anybody knew it of course, sure he'd been missing around the palace for a few days but apart from a general lack of mayhem his absence wasn't really noticed.
That had been two days ago.
Jaren was currently winning what he considered the best game of hide and seek he'd ever played.
Flashback to two days ago, mid morning.
"Ali, play with me," Jaren had whined.
"Ok"
"Please Ali I'm so, wait did you say okay?"
"Yea, we'll play hide and go seek, you go hide. I'll count to 9000 and then go looking for you." By the time the bandit had finished his sentence Jaren was already running through the palace.
Five seconds later and Ali was making himself a sandwich and had completely forgotten about Jaren.
Back in the present, the pile of tomes that Mel was about to take a volume from was giggling to itself softly, far too quietly for anyone to hear. Melethia's fingers had barely brushed across the tome when the pile surged upwards and exploded outwards. Books flew everywhere as a very naked Jaren launched himself out of the pile at Melethia.
"Sneak attack!" He screeched before landing his face in her cleavage.
He didn't remember Ali having quite so many boobs as he seemed to have now.
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Posted: Thu Apr 12, 2012 9:28 pm
Melethia Dagon Crafter of Flames Melethia heard a screech when she was about to take a tome and before she knew it there was someone's face in her chest. She dropped whatever she had in her hands and looked down at her chest. She saw green hair and frowned. Her left hand grabbed his hair and pulled him away from her chest hard.
Her frown turned to anger as she saw it was a man, no a boy who had done this. If Jaren was able to take a look at her, he would see that her pupils were now silted and her fangs more noticeable.
"Who the hell do you think you are doing this to me!?" There was a growl mixed in with the yelling. "You think it's ok to put your face into a woman's chest you perverted piece of s**t!? HUH!?" The half-dragon punched Jaren in the stomach, not waiting for an answer.
"What's that I didn't hear you!" She punched him again in the stomach. Melethia punched his stomach a few more times before punching him in the face and letting go of him.
"Now if you touch me again I'm going to make sure there are STAB WOUNDS NEXT TIME!" She turned around continuing her search for stuff, growling as she did so. Do you think I care what happens...
...Just perish by my flames.
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Posted: Thu Apr 12, 2012 9:52 pm
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Alarmed by the sudden noise, Legault stumbled for a moment before drawing his Killing Edge and peeking his head around the doorway. The sight of someone throwing themselves at Melethia in such a manner didn't so much anger as it did amuse. "Heh. Turns out you were right about the type of men out here after all..." observed Legault, chuckling and putting away his knife. She could - and did - handle the situation just fine.
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...it looks like this won't be easy...
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