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Post by Giliathriel Alquasilme on Feb 23, 2005 13:43:34 GMT 10
*Gili saw Mo change expression at the mention of a doctor.* Did you have a particular one in mind? Your laugh? Why yes, it is nice.
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Cupid
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Do you love me? Gili says no.
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Post by Cupid on Feb 23, 2005 13:50:53 GMT 10
Feeling drawn to the place like a moth to a bug zapper, Cupid flitters in gracefully. Or as graceful as a fat guy with little midgie-wings could fly... You rang, Lord Morgoth? He said, his voice chittery like a bird's, and even more annoying.[/b]
So that's what you meant by doctor.... baaaaad Mo. Hehehe![/b]
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Post by Giliathriel Alquasilme on Feb 25, 2005 8:56:45 GMT 10
Gili watched the fat baby-like creature with wings fly into her hall, and somehow had a bad feeling. Just great. I suppose you're going to disrupt my hall?
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Post by Morgoth on Mar 4, 2005 8:06:35 GMT 10
Morgoth's ebony eyes nearly popped out of their sockets when he saw Cupid flit into the pub. He nearly choked on his drink (which had suddenly appeared in front of him), and had to resort to cough-gagging for a few moments. Once he got his breath back, the Dark Lord glared at the love- archer. And what do you think you're doing here?? He asked, his voice as harsh and grating as millenia of tides crashing 'pon limestone shores...[/b]
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Post by Giliathriel Alquasilme on Mar 4, 2005 9:10:08 GMT 10
Gili heard Mo coughing his head off, and started laughing. So hard infact she fell off of her chair. (which was even more outrageous since she was standing up) She was very frightened though when she heard him talk like that. It was a very scary voice. It almost made her feel sorry for cupid. Almost. Um... Morgoth? Should I get the flying midget out of here before you explode? I don't want any violence...
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Post by Morgoth on Apr 5, 2005 15:24:11 GMT 10
Seeing the fat little midget-on-wings dissappear suddenly made Morgoth feel better. No Gili, apparently he's been... taken care of. He said with an evil grin, then felt the urge to laugh at the lady, who had fallen out of a chair, even when she was standing... That takes talent. Morgoth chuckled, then took another drink, as his throat hurt a bit from all that gagging.
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Post by Giliathriel Alquasilme on Apr 6, 2005 11:19:55 GMT 10
Yes, it does indeed. I've fallen off of horses that aren't there either... I sometimes wonder if Eru likes to play with me like a sock puppet... however, I obviously have something of a bad luck... whatever. She returned Mo's evil grin with a laugh and a wink.
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Post by Morgoth on Apr 6, 2005 17:41:50 GMT 10
Perhaps it's not Eru, fair lady... Morgoth said with a sly grin, then had an eye spasm, which to some, might resemble a wink...
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Post by Giliathriel Alquasilme on Apr 7, 2005 13:04:30 GMT 10
Are you implying something, great lord? Gili returned Morgoth's sly grin, and scooted back a bit at his eye spasm, since she had once heard of an orc having a false eye which was really a wooden orb full of poison that reacted to a certain heat level, and then sprayed the poor victim. But she inately knew that Morgoth wouldn't intentionally do this to anyone unless they had made him angry, and she couldn't remember doing that. She beamed, and then got up to get a huge mug of ale, and sat back down, greedily drinking. She loved her ale.
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Post by Morgoth on Apr 7, 2005 15:58:29 GMT 10
Laughing, Morgoth spluttered again when Giliathriel had gotten up, and returned with a mug of ale nearly as big as she. What are you, a fish? He asked, still unable to conceal his grin, but hid it behind his own drink...
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Post by Giliathriel Alquasilme on Apr 10, 2005 18:17:24 GMT 10
What do you mean, am I a fish? I just like my ale, that's all! It's very good for you, you know, and this Arnorian brand has a kick to it, unlike even the shire. OF course they wouldn't like it, but what can I say? We're eccentric.
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