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Post by Giliathriel Alquasilme on Mar 4, 2005 9:15:31 GMT 10
You don't need to worry about me.she said as she chuckled. I'm a tiny bit of a psychic, part of my dunedain heritage. I knew he was hiding something in his heart, but thanks for bringing it out in the open.She gave him an odd look, noticing something. Why are you being helpful? You didn't have to tell me that.
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Post by Morgoth on Apr 5, 2005 15:34:46 GMT 10
Morgoth grinned, deciding to keep his reasons to himself. Because... He said, which, as you may know, can be finished with quite a few other phrases. Well... The Dark Lord started, then figured he'd just complete the sentence differently than what he first intended. Everyone, the pub shall be closing soon, I need to get some more killing... I mean... well, I meant killing. Anyway, I need to do some things, and I'm quite tired of watching over Xavier. He said, then leaned back in his chair, cracking his neck in the process.
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Post by Giliathriel Alquasilme on Apr 6, 2005 8:49:14 GMT 10
Gili grinned at Mo's comments about Xavier, but she also had the feeling that he was keeping something from her. That made her very confused, but being Arnorian, and being Gili, she decided to address it directly. About Xavier, I could always house him in a very special padded cell for the night, it you like. However, you are keeping something from me, methinks. I'm not sure what it is though. You could always choose to tell me! she said as she gave him an inquiring look, followed by a vague attempt at an evil eye at his comments about killing. It didn't surprise her at all. In fact, she was sure that if he had a magical glove that could strangle people everytime he felt like it, there would be a lot more causulties. But, being a general, and the high caretaker of Arnor at that, in her position, she knew that battles could be intoxicating. Allthough she didn't like it later, in the moment she loved to kill, and reveled in the power it gave her.
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Post by Morgoth on Apr 6, 2005 17:39:13 GMT 10
Getting up, Morgoth ushered everyone out of the pub, (or rather, he shoved them out the door), and danced around, singing an evil song of pub-closure... PUB CLOSED... DON'T POST![/b]
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