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 Posted: Fri Jan 16, 2009 9:54 pm
Perrault giggled, his face beet red.
"Wow..." he mumbled to himself.
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Raedou, however, was not amused. Myrrelda had nearly given him a heart attack, and the thought of dealing with two demons was more than the old Ganzi could take. He walked up to the demon girl and tapped her on the shoulder.
"Excuse me, miss." he said politely but sternly, "What exactly is your business with Farfarello? And more importantly, what is your name?"
((Oh, snap.))
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Posted: Fri Jan 16, 2009 9:55 pm
"Off!" He commanded, acting as if Myrrelda was covered in slime and sewage instead of being a highly attractive, beautiful woman, "Now!" He once again dumped the ring out of his sheath, "If I give you this will you go away??" He whirled around to Perrault, "And what are you laughing at!?"
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Posted: Fri Jan 16, 2009 10:00 pm
Perrault was still blushing.
"She's... really nice..." he said quietly, "She's just like my mom..."
((Do I smell the stench of a plot-twist?))
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Posted: Fri Jan 16, 2009 10:01 pm
Myrrelda took the ring with her other hand, raised it between her eye and the sun in curiosity, and smiled as she marveled at its... luster. "No, I won't," she replied, and pocketed it anyway. "And Farfarello, introduce me. To your... mostly lovely friends."
Her eyes sparkled; the corner of her mouth curved upwards, an almost constant habit when Myrrelda was amused; and her wings stretched out to stretch gently, before returning themselves, folded, to her back. The mostly wrapped around her like a cloak, however, instead of folding upon themselves.
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Posted: Fri Jan 16, 2009 10:06 pm
"Then give it back!" Farfarello demanded, jumping back but reaching his arm out for the return of the ring. Before, he would have marveled at the sheer beauty of Myrrelda's graceful wings, but that was before, before he'd wanted to never have anything to do with her again.
((Methinks you do, Kaye.))
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Posted: Fri Jan 16, 2009 10:11 pm
Raedou was getting very angry, for he was being completely ignored.
"Excuse me!" he scowled, "I'm talking over here!"
((I have to go. The zombies are going to eat the computer now.))
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Posted: Fri Jan 16, 2009 10:14 pm
Farfarello wanted much to whirl around and snarl "Nobody cares!" at Raedou, but thought about the situation he was in and it would best benefit him if he was nice to the old man. He cringed.
((NoOoO~ The fun will be ruined gonk gonk ))
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Posted: Fri Jan 16, 2009 10:23 pm
Myrrelda popped the ring into her mouth and swallowed it. "Heh... come inside and get it, if you want," she challenged, her lip curving upwards as it tended to.
Without turning from Farfarello's face (that she loved), Myrrelda replied to Raedou.
"My name is Myrrelda. Farfarello and I have... been naughty, together, for the last hundred years or so, and now he's afraid that my- beau, is going to kill him. Or so I've gathered, because he absolutely refuses to talk with me, and just runs away."
She then pouted. "Please don't run away, darling. I promise I won't hurt you." Again.
((XD))
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Posted: Fri Jan 16, 2009 10:33 pm
"Damn you, woman!!" Farfarello would not have hesitated in tearing Myrrelda's body to shreds inside and out, but lacked the power to do so and feared that the she-devil knew it as well. "Just thank all the gods in Heaven that Belphagor isn't here!!" Far must have been really, really upset to be making so many references to divinities. "Then he could kill me! Is that what you want!? Would it please you to no end to see him WEARING MY SKIN!?"
He would have loved to have run away (or better yet, send her back to Hell where they both belonged,) but it was obvious by Myrrelda's feat of strength that her power was unbound and he would stand no chance against her so long as his was locked. Oh, how the tables have turned... He thought, the corner of his mouth dropping as opposed to the usual smirk.
((This is great fun 4laugh ))
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Posted: Fri Jan 16, 2009 10:43 pm
Myrrelda placed her other hand on the arm her own was currently looped through, dragging a finger softly along the muscles thereon. Her smile was creeping up farther. "He may be more of a man--pun intended--than you are, in some ways... but you, my love, have a certain... tenderness which is irresistible." She then replied to his question as if it were not rhetorical. "He in your skin would be the worst half of you each."
She paused for a moment, but then also continued with, "And you thank gods and curse others in the same sentence. It is quite amusing."
Her hand was now up the length of the arm, in danger of traveling to the chest muscles, and trailing down along those....
((It certainly hints at other things. XD))
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Posted: Fri Jan 16, 2009 10:50 pm
Farfarello's guts wrenched inside of him. A normal person would have said "That's sick." at Myrrelda's rebuttal about his skin, though being a demon Far thought none of it. He was more concerned about the dent in his ego he had just received. "Tenderness?? Hey, stop touching me!" He batted away at Myrrelda's wandering hand.
((Is this revenge for Reach for the Stars? 'Cause it's working XD ))
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Posted: Fri Jan 16, 2009 11:24 pm
((I'm really getting into character here. XD))
Instead of drawing insult from the rejection, Myrrelda was content to replace her hands on his arm, again, unmoving, but refusing to allow him to break away; she was frowning, now, lost in thought.
"No, you're right. Tenderness isn't quite the right word. There is no tenderness down in hell, just--the word escapes me." Myrrelda released all of Farfarello's arm, now, to turn and walk a few steps away, before turning back in a pacing manner.
"This is quite the conundrum. Er--how would you have described it, darling?" Either Myrrelda was unaware of Farfarello's great animosity towards her, now, or she knew full too well and derived pleasure from it. It was certainly amusing, watching the male demon jump and twitch in reaction to her every move; as if he were expecting her to suddenly launch toward him and attempt to kill him, somehow.
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Posted: Sat Jan 17, 2009 4:07 am
Farfarello would not have been surprised, in fact, if Myrrelda did suddenly try to kill him. That wasn't the problem. The problem was that she could too easily kill him, even without intending to. She could break him like Lennie broke the mice in Steinbeck's famous novel. He was fragile to her now.
Also, an odd quality in a demon, Farfarello despised being sexually harassed by anything, though the only one to harass him was the beautiful woman in front of him.
"Er," he'd really no idea what word it was she was looking for and instead changed the subject to one of more concern.
At this point he had two choices: to not tell Myrrelda his power was bound and risk being killed and sent back to Hell, or to tell her and risk- No, he changed the thought, certainly- completely shatter any ego and pride he'd ever had and be pestered and abused by her every waking moment. And sleeping moment. He thought with horror.
He'd decided which was more important.
"Love? Whatever it is you do to me, be gentle." He put ever drop of sorrow he could squeeze into these next words, as Myrrelda would understand how severe the problem was, as opposed to these mortals, who couldn't hope to understand, (not that he didn't like their little group), "They've sealed it. All of my power."
He waited to see if he'd made the right move.
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Posted: Sat Jan 17, 2009 9:49 am
The familiar curving upward of the corner of the lip. Eyes that looked at Farfarello, but seemed to look right through him at the same time. Not moving, not even breathing, for a small second that seemed to engross everyone for centuries, the longest amount of time that Myrrelda herself had personally ever experienced in one second.
"You're..." she trailed off, uncertainly. Then Myrrelda laughed. A lone tear dripped down her flawless face, and she placed a cautious arm to her stomach, as if she might double over with howling, hysterical laughter at any moment. Instead, she shook her head, marveling at the extreme humor of the situation. And couldn't resist the next words.
"I guess you are tender, now." The she-demon grinned a full, toothy smile and rose her head up, backwards, indulging in a spout of silent laughter. Her wings involuntarily fell off of her, hanging limply down, before she consciously raised them up to conform to the curves of her body once more.
It was unfortunate for Farfarello that he didn't know her own secret--she wasn't sealed, obviously, for she still had the strength to move mountains (figuratively), and possibly various other things, but... she was on Mythicaa, after all, for a reason.
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Posted: Sat Jan 17, 2009 9:59 am
Farfarello grumbled. "It's not funny!" Had his pigment not been so dark, one would have been able to notice the blood rush to his head. "Women truly are worse then Lucifer himself!"
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