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Post by Lenore Greyfell on Jul 31, 2009 19:57:42 GMT -5
Lady Greyfell leaps to her feet.
[glow=blood,2,300][shadow=black,left,300]What is the meaning of this? How dare you enter Our chambers unnanounced?? Human, you try Our patience...if there is no reason for this intrusion We shall need to take dire action, most likely resulting in your death. Speak, or die....[/shadow][/glow]
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Post by Kyzer on Aug 8, 2009 3:45:50 GMT -5
He drew the note, tilting his head.
"Death? But what about, 'Should choir shelter, seek our Citadel?' I thought you needed my help. Both with spelling, and with lodging your vocally-adept vampires."
Crossing his arms with a huff, he looked away from her.
"And what a way to greet your one-and-only Acarius. I thought we were FRIENDS, Greyfell. Maybe not honeyburgers, but DEFINITELY friends. Ever tasted a honeyburger, Greyfell? I haven't. Probably doesn't taste that good, but it sure sounds good. It's like cheese and chocolate. Sounds like it'd be really good, but it's probably just..... Nasty.... And you spelled my name wrong."
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Post by Lenore Greyfell on Aug 8, 2009 17:27:20 GMT -5
Lady Greyfell takes the note from Acarius.
[shadow=black,left,300][glow=blood,2,300]Hmmm...This missive has not fared well by the elements. We
shall forgive you this intrusion, human. Your senses are admittedly weak, and clearly not capable of deciphering the smudged ink. Als o, We have no intention of forming a...choir. We are pleased, however, that you wished to assist Us. Stay in Our Citadel as long as you like.[/glow][/shadow]
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Post by Kyzer on Aug 9, 2009 1:14:37 GMT -5
"Oh, that's grea-- No choir?... Aww.. That would've been fun, don't you think? Maybe I should form one some time. Then again, your servants might not be quite so fond of me. Or tolerant. Greyfell, I have this... This painful inklet of a question that prods at my brain like an enraged cockatoo. With pink feathers. Maybe not so much a cockatoo, then, as a very feminine ducky. The legends say that you're heartless, that you're soulless, that you brutally destroy or enslave all that enter, be them human or otherwise. Why, then, does the Greyfell permit me? Clearly I've distinguished myself from the others that have come and passed; as I've passed through whereas they've passed away. However, I know not why you treat me so. You open your home, you offer me shelter, and you, time and again, think better of finishing me off. I've always known I've been--"
Acarius bit at his arm, much like a dog with a sudden itch would.
".... I've lost my train of thought. And most of the words I said. Oh! Why don't you kill me? You obviously don't love me. Not anymore, at least."
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Post by Lenore Greyfell on Aug 17, 2009 0:45:16 GMT -5
Lady Greyfell's cruel smile seems to chill the room.
[shadow=black,left,300][glow=blood,2,300]We are...amused by your behavior. As with the gods of old, We sometimes find it entertaining to observe the mortal world. We shall permit you to live, so long as you continue to entertain Us and do not overstep your bounds. Do you understand?[/glow][/shadow]
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