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 Posted: Tue Nov 13, 2007 3:57 pm
Tristan didn't want to witness a fight that probably shouldn't happen. But it's the perfect insert for my story! It didn't happen too long ago, and already a suspect. Tristan shook his head. What was he going to do? If he interrupted now, it might just mean at he'd become a suspect. Not everyone understands the saying, 'My job is report the news, not fabricate it', which is one of his personal mottos. So he decided, until things got really bad, he'd stay hidden and note everything he hears. If the suspect began to start slaughtering the men, he'd step in.
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Posted: Tue Nov 13, 2007 4:38 pm
The men said nothing, but merely continued to block her way. "Someone in the back, go get someone in charge," the first man said.
Lailia sighed. "Perhaps I haven't explained well enough. My name is Lailia, I'm the court witch. I see the king personally every day. Why would I kill one of the nobility? If I did, wouldn't it make more sense if I attacked him?"
A couple of the denser ones had to think about this. "So you're going to attack the king next?"
"I never said that," Lailia answered. "Now if you'll excuse me." She walked up to the men, and flicked sparks at them. They recoiled, shouting in surprise and pain, and she walked through them. She quickly snapped her fingers and her broom shot down the hall, knocking a few more over.
The young witch hopped on and shot toward the ceiling. It was there she noticed Tristan hiding behind a table. She quickly looked away in case any of the men followed her gaze. She didn't want Tristan in trouble as well.
Looking back, she had been quite stupid. Firstly, she had arrived on the crime scene by acting on instinct rather than word of mouth, thus being there long before she was supposed to be. Secondly, she never should have entered the room. But her curiosity always got the best of her. Granted, it had never gotten her into a situation of this magnitude.
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Posted: Mon Nov 19, 2007 8:29 pm
(( Dude, writer's block can suck my bf's nuts. -_-; ))
The moment for Tristan to be a hero or brave or something had passed. He had planned to stop the guy who ran off, but he got scared of being found. When Lailia looked at him, he held up his hand to wave, but she looked away before he could do anything. He then began to think, Why is she here? Is she the suspect? Or is she here to get the suspect?
Well, he decided to go with the latter, and stood up. If Lailia was there to catch the suspect, he should be fine, right? He smiled and waved at her.
"Hey, Lailia! I'm here to help in any way that I can."
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Posted: Sun Nov 25, 2007 3:57 pm
Lailia sighed as the men's attention turned immediately to Tristan. "Get on," she said, swooping down and grabbing him by the collar so he was seated behind her on the broom. "What are you doing here?"
[[Sorry for the shortness. >_<]]
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Posted: Sat Dec 15, 2007 10:56 pm
Only taken by surprise and forgetting everything for just a moment, Tristan began to wonder if making himself known was such a good idea. He decided against telling Lailia the truth, in case she might get angry that he snuck into the castle. But a lie wouldn't be very good either...he couldn't think of one.
"I'm..uh.." He stammered, trying to find the perfect excuse. Well, at this point, any excuse would be good for him. "I finally got a hold of Ojama, but the castle is in such an uproar that I got lost, and scared, and...well, yeah."
((Sorry for teh lateness, I've been in an unexpected slump lately. I'm back for awhile though!))
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