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 Posted: Tue Mar 25, 2008 11:57 pm
The Admiral took what Mastema said in stride, even going so far as to nod his head before the Lord of the Citadel had gone off to pursue his wife. He'd accomplished exactly what he'd meant to, even if Mastema and Twilight both thought him a barbarian for the means he'd gone about doing it. The seed was planted in Nana's mind, the kill switch was being programmed even as the rest of the party goers disbanded from their little conversation. They thought him uncouth, which was perfect, for being the first to raise his voice, offer the lives of thousands up as collateral for teaching magic they all thought to be used to kill KB. He'd blatantly ignored Thanatos' easy solution to a problem that wouldn't have been in existence had he gone the simple route and used an ounce of the silver tongue his predecessor was known for. Nope, he'd chosen not too.
Relaying a message to Rookin and Kah, both of which were very displeased at the Admiral at that particular moment, the combat form of Tegral Kartos began walking over towards his parked shuttle. The idiot from the forest was about to find out exactly why no one messed with Tegral Kartos Admiral of the Galactic Navy, not unless they wanted death.
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Posted: Wed Mar 26, 2008 2:16 am
Once Mastema and Nana were a sufficient distance, Twi grumbled to himself again. "Okay, ******** this, I'm done for the night. Aren't you going to follow--" Twi was turning to where he thought Thanatos would be, since he hadn't followed his parents, but Twi would find the boy was already walking in the opposite direction and already had some distance. Than seemed to have his own plans in mind.
"Well fine then, " Twi said to himself, half snorting at the odd result. Calling his own portal, he motioned for Val to follow, but Val rather hastily shook his head. "No thank you sir, I'm going to go have some leisure time if I have no tasks to perform, if that's all right with you."
"Uh, no, sure, go ahead....." Twi blinked, relieving Val of any current duties to do what he wished. Bowing his head in thanks, Val started off toward the forward, a little off from the direction Than had taken. "Say, what the hell are you going to do anyway? There's nothing in that direction."
Val raised his right arm to his side and bent his elbow so his fist faced the sky, and then he patted his bicep with his left hand. Although his back was to Twi, the grin could easily be felt. "I'm gonna find me a bear or a tiger or something and wrestle it!"
"I shoulda guessed." Not bothering to inquire any further as to 'why' Val wanted to wrestle a bear or tiger, he just stepped through the portal and was gone.
Damn, no one even thanked the Count for a lovely night.
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Posted: Fri Mar 28, 2008 8:57 am
It appeared as if the party had gone well, no one had died or attacked one another. A few party goers had gone home, and others had stayed on after the fireworks to continue talking or in some cases butting heads. It was a good chance to see everyone in the immediate area, and get a general idea of them by their actions and manorism. There were a few interesting specimens that would require further attention and interaction, though for now who those individuals were, would be known to The Count alone.
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Posted: Sat Jun 14, 2008 8:06 pm
Long after all had gone home, The Count would retreat to his current study, the place Galette had used as his office. He appeared to be reading something on several bunches of paper, perhaps stocks or some other kind of information. Haydée would wander in with a small box in hand, and place it on the table beside The Count. "Its time for your medicine." Looking up and over to the small box, The Count would nod lightly. "...and we cannot forget that. Thank you Haydée, you may go. Haydée would slip out from the room quietly; after Haydée had gone Bertuccio would arrive, and with him a bottle of fine wine. "Your Romanee Conti sir.", "Hmm? Ah, thank you Bertuccio, this will do just fine." Leaving behind both a bottle and glass, Bertuccio would also make his exit. The wine that he had brought for The Count, was a fine french wine costing easily $1000 per bottle.
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Posted: Sun Jan 24, 2010 1:04 am
Screens flashing images on all sides of The Count, it looked like he was reviewing footage of the party he had thrown two years before. What he was looking for was uncertain, but the expression on his face said he was after something. The Count would gently stroke his goti as he reviewed the entrance of all attendees, but also he was watching his own men as well, more so their reactions to those attending. Perhaps they were amusing to him, or perhaps he was looking for their tells, like a poker player trying to read an opponent.
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