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STATUS: When you see a sock on the doorknob, the only civilized way to react is to kick the door down, declaring loudly that," Player Three has entered the game!" 9 yrs ago
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When you see a sock on the doorknob, the only civilized way to react is to kick the door down, declaring loudly that," Player Three has entered the game!"
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*chuckles and hugs Cara* I love me a good glitch or two... How are you, love?
As she took a step back, he took a step forward. The conflict in his mind was clearly shown on his face. It had diminished in the sight of her suddenly getting very nervous at the mention of him having been involved in the Elven wars, but it was still there. The sword was the same as the one in the book, there was little doubt of that, but what had she actually done to be deserving of the ill will that was generated around that blade? As she said, nothing. And normally, he would have taken that at face value and let her be on her merry. But the elf wars had taken a toll on him. Some things had been taught, ingrained so deeply inside him that he couldn't just shrug them aside. It was something more important than his conscience, even his safety at stake now. If the stories were true.
If.
He scowled, taking a handful of steps forward, his blade held at the ready as he approached her, moving to cut off her escape. He was a tactically thinking man, after all," I'm sure you know what that sword represents, Elf. What it means? Even if you have been away from your kind for very long, you would know those tales. As do I. At best, you killed someone, stealing that sword in which case it needs to be judged in the court of magic in Aeine, declaring that blade safe to use and free of any dangerous enchantments. At worst, you are the part of the cult who is famed for that blade, in which case if I don't stop you, the lives of thousands will be at stake," He looked harder now. He was a soldier, and that was what he reflected, his eyes keen," Therefore, in the name of the Queen of Aeine, I must ask you to lay down you weapon and remand yourself into my custody for escort to Aeine at once."
He remembered those lines like they had been burned with a brand into his heart. They had been said to him once, after all, and by his best friend, with pleading eyes, begging him not to fight," To deny my request is to deny the request of the queen, and therefore punishable by death after tria in a court of Her choosing."
If.
He scowled, taking a handful of steps forward, his blade held at the ready as he approached her, moving to cut off her escape. He was a tactically thinking man, after all," I'm sure you know what that sword represents, Elf. What it means? Even if you have been away from your kind for very long, you would know those tales. As do I. At best, you killed someone, stealing that sword in which case it needs to be judged in the court of magic in Aeine, declaring that blade safe to use and free of any dangerous enchantments. At worst, you are the part of the cult who is famed for that blade, in which case if I don't stop you, the lives of thousands will be at stake," He looked harder now. He was a soldier, and that was what he reflected, his eyes keen," Therefore, in the name of the Queen of Aeine, I must ask you to lay down you weapon and remand yourself into my custody for escort to Aeine at once."
He remembered those lines like they had been burned with a brand into his heart. They had been said to him once, after all, and by his best friend, with pleading eyes, begging him not to fight," To deny my request is to deny the request of the queen, and therefore punishable by death after tria in a court of Her choosing."
*slips in and waves* Woah, lots of new people here...
Carantathraiel said
XD *cackles*Well, I'd argue. but both Bane and Jay, who have each seen me grouchy, say its still cute. But they're crazy.<.<>.>Good, neither of them are here to argue.
I OBJECT!.... wait, I am crazy, and you are cute when you are moody *nods*
Everyone had their own demons. Mark had a habit of inheriting other people's demons, taking them onto himself to no benefit to the original carrier, like a disease. He scowled a bit, not looking as Josh received a message on his phone. He caught the body language in his peripheral vision though. The kid was twisting a bit, uncomfortable. No, it was something more than that. He was at war with himself, his heart battling with his heart of hearts.
Gee, that light over in the corner really was interesting, wasn't it? What he didn't need at all was to get his mind wrapped into an affair of the heart. He had never had those problems, but inheriting the problems would be something he didn't even want to begin to experience. He took a deep breath. His hands were sweating and starting to shake gently. He was running out of things to look at when the door of the elevator opened. Josh stepped out. Was he supposed to wave or...
The door closed.
Mark leaned his head back against the wall of the elevator, letting out am audible sigh, hands releasing one another as the elevator continued down to the underground garage. His hands stopped shaking before the door opened again and he moved out into the garage, moving quickly. Many of his students were still in the building, and there was a chance that they might not have gotten word that he was reassigned, or worse, they had and they had decided to ask him if they could tag along to accentuate their studies. The last thing he needed was a potential Butcher groupie. He sighed in relief as he reached his car, starting it quickly and getting out of the garage as soon as was legally possible, and was out on the road. Twenty minutes was it? He was home in five. He was greeted by a chorus of meows.
He set about assuring all of the cats that he wasn't going to be gone forever, all the while packing an overnight bag and putting foot in their bowls and calling his next door neighbor to come on over every day to give them food and water. He closed the door quickly behind him, quick enough to keep any of his kittens from escaping and moved back into his car, checking his watch on the way. He had ten minutes to get to the base. He broke... a handful of laws to get there in record time. He was challenged at the entrance, and he showed his badge to the guard," I'm expected," He said, cautiously avoiding eye contact with the guard.
Apparently Josh had gotten the message through. After only a cursory inspection of his badge, the guard waved, and the crossbar was lifted," They're waiting for you at hangar 14."
Great, Mark thought. Mommy issues, Hentai based fetishes, and a recent break up. He pushed the car into gear and moved forward.
Gee, that light over in the corner really was interesting, wasn't it? What he didn't need at all was to get his mind wrapped into an affair of the heart. He had never had those problems, but inheriting the problems would be something he didn't even want to begin to experience. He took a deep breath. His hands were sweating and starting to shake gently. He was running out of things to look at when the door of the elevator opened. Josh stepped out. Was he supposed to wave or...
The door closed.
Mark leaned his head back against the wall of the elevator, letting out am audible sigh, hands releasing one another as the elevator continued down to the underground garage. His hands stopped shaking before the door opened again and he moved out into the garage, moving quickly. Many of his students were still in the building, and there was a chance that they might not have gotten word that he was reassigned, or worse, they had and they had decided to ask him if they could tag along to accentuate their studies. The last thing he needed was a potential Butcher groupie. He sighed in relief as he reached his car, starting it quickly and getting out of the garage as soon as was legally possible, and was out on the road. Twenty minutes was it? He was home in five. He was greeted by a chorus of meows.
He set about assuring all of the cats that he wasn't going to be gone forever, all the while packing an overnight bag and putting foot in their bowls and calling his next door neighbor to come on over every day to give them food and water. He closed the door quickly behind him, quick enough to keep any of his kittens from escaping and moved back into his car, checking his watch on the way. He had ten minutes to get to the base. He broke... a handful of laws to get there in record time. He was challenged at the entrance, and he showed his badge to the guard," I'm expected," He said, cautiously avoiding eye contact with the guard.
Apparently Josh had gotten the message through. After only a cursory inspection of his badge, the guard waved, and the crossbar was lifted," They're waiting for you at hangar 14."
Great, Mark thought. Mommy issues, Hentai based fetishes, and a recent break up. He pushed the car into gear and moved forward.
I dunno... It's a really big clock....
Too lazy. Just staring at the screen, not sure what's going on...
Does being too tired to lean over and switch the channel count as a low IQ?
Animals watching animals on tv... I wonder if that's how we look to animals when we watch reality TV...
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