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 Posted: Thu Jun 03, 2010 5:23 pm
ZT nodded, and allowed the pride to show on him. He treasured his usefulness to his Mistress more than anything alive... Well, almost more than anything. He treausred Setsuka above all. One may call him a fanatic, or obsessed. He did not truly care. He had one mission in life. One thing he lived for.
His Lady's well-being, and satisfaction.
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Posted: Sat Jun 05, 2010 8:07 pm
"If that floats your boat," Raziela's beautiful voice said, as her frightening ghostly formed shrugged. "Then I'll do a good job on the baby dragon. You still want him talking by the end?"
Raz was typically indifferent to who exactly her target was, she cared only for who would be the most entertaining. From Lady Setsuka's rants, Raz had decided that the dragon at Mystic Fountain would be good fun, hopefully. How he got this far was a miracle.
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Eloquent Conversationalist
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Posted: Mon Jun 07, 2010 6:02 pm
Setsuka thought for a moment, but nodded slowly. "Yes... I want him to understand the horror, for him to have the ability to convey his fear, and for no one to have the ability to help him. I want him helpless when he comes to me." She imagined it, and for her... it was beautiful. How easy he'd be to break! She'd already killed his girl, had taken over her body and terminated the pregnancy.
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Posted: Mon Jun 07, 2010 6:45 pm
Death. This was one thing Morrigan understood above all things. If they were to kill someone powerful, she would be there to reap the innocent soul within the more corrupt body. A slight smile crept up over her lips and her two fangs were seen in the corners of her lips. She looked forward to the reaping, no matter which school it was at. And there was someone she wanted more than anything. Nikolaus Claude Brandt. A man who escaped death too many times for her liking. And just once was bad enough. Those who elude death become struck with misfortune usually, but with his soul parts he'd had a pretty good life. She hated it. "Miss Setsuka, if I may inquire, how is it you plan to reach the depths of Hell itself to meet with my Overlord?" She asked as she still smiled, but kept the snarky tone out of her voice. The last thing she needed was to be put on her bad side. Morrigan would most definitely be traveling to Hell with Setsuka one way or the other. No matter the means she would do so.
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Posted: Mon Jun 07, 2010 6:58 pm
"Oh, so I'll just make him dream of you naked then," Raziela quipped. There probably wasn't much worse that she could do to the twerp, other than drive him insane with repetitive thoughts. Of course, the spirit had a point. There's nothing quite like finding yourself sexually attracted to your worst enemy. Stuff like that was so ********' fun to play with, sometimes literally.
Raziela giggled.
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Posted: Tue Jun 15, 2010 3:09 pm
Zane grinned at Raziela, and his eyes gleamed behind the dark lenses of his shades. "You're one scary chick, you know that, Raz?" He said, his thumbs in his pockets as he studied her.
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Posted: Tue Jun 15, 2010 3:12 pm
She floated over to Zane, giggling. With years of experience, she expertly draped herself around him to appear as though she was curled around him.
"Oh, if only I had a body! Imagine what fun we would have then!"
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Posted: Tue Jun 15, 2010 3:21 pm
Zane grinned again, and blew her a kiss. "Oh, sugar, I've got quite the imagination. But just think, in a little while, we'll be creating a bigger mess than Hitler at his peak. Just think, Raz. Hundreds of innocent women and children beaten, raped, slaughtered, tortured. Thousands of so-called warriors writhing on the ground after a moment of having you in their heads...We do damn good work, chica." He said, laughing.
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Posted: Sat Jul 03, 2010 8:17 pm
Setsuka stood then. "Then it is settled. Raziela, you will head to Bolivar as soon as possible and begin the chaos, little by little. ZT will accompany me to Hell at dusk tonight, and the rest of camp will leave for Bolivar in two days' time." She raised her hands. "This meeting is adjourned."
Then Setsuka all but disappeared into her own chambers to prepare herself for Hell; she did not need to bring much, but she needed to ensure that her argument would be absolutely flawless.
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Posted: Sun Jul 04, 2010 9:39 pm
Morri made a slightly disgusted face as she adjourned the meetin. Setsuka hadn't even replied to her, or even acknowledged her question. Was death really such an umimportant ally? Really? Well, she wasn't really an ally, she just wasnted first dibs on the souls of those damned Gods when they died. After she was done with this, she'd be first in line to reap the souls of these ignorent creatures.
Picking herself up, Morrigan left outside the front entrance. Carrying her scythe with her, taut in her hands, she listened for the sounds of impending death. So far there was no more death to be had for a time, but there was always those spur of the moment deaths, ones that happened against the will of fate. Like a solid statue, Morri stood outside the entrance, waiting till she would be needed next.
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