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(.... I have mixed feelings with that... it could be interesting, a fight between two lovers, one turned succubus, the other a Chaos mage. Or it would just end up in sex on the Plains of Hell until Shadow got back.)
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*Rolls neck, mouthing words, looking like he's going over a script.* Anyway, any idea when we get there? (Think we should do it without Shadow?)
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I know. *Smiles.* By the way, I like the armor look for you. Makes you look like a shining knight here to save the day. *Chuckles.*
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Tools of the trade. Staff holds stored Chaos magic, and if I wore a shirt it would smear the paint, ending the enhancements. Magic stuff, you know? *Smiles.*
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Down, then? *Starts walking that way, leaning on the staff.*
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Exactly, it's appropriate. Literally. We really should get moving before anything gets loose from Hell and comes up to attack us...
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*Shrugs.* I thought it was appropriate.
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*Shakes head.* I knew something was entirely wrong... Well, let's get the lamp to the anvil thinie then...
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*Looks around.* Nope, don't think so 'Zilla.
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(Bro, my six hours ofsleep last night has run out...)
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*A dimensional portal opens in Hell, next to Jade and Shadow. Walks out of it, bare chested with arcane runes painted and glowing, his 6-foot ebony staff emanating a strange energy as well.* Hi, cher! How are you?
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OOC: I'd be more worried about the planet surviving that...
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*Stands up and gets dressed hurriedly, then nearly runs out of his quarters. Calls the Embassy.* Sorry, I won't be able to come in today. Diplomat: Sir? Me: I have some very important business to attend to. Also, I'll be taking on of the ships. Diplomat: Uh, okay, sir. Say hello to your girlfriend for me. Me: What? *The…
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*Wakes up in ESD, looking at the ceiling.* Something has gone horribly wrong...
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*The Interrogator throws a knife from his spot against the wall, skewering his shoulder.* Interrogator: Shut up, I'm trying to watch my Oprah.
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*Stretches and yawns as the last diplomat leaves.* I forgot to invite the Jades... damn. Maybe I'll see them tomorrow. *Nods at the guards.* See you tomorrow boys, headin' to bed. Guard: My Prince. *They salute. Moves off toward his assigned quarters.* Tonights going to be lonely... *Looks out window.* I wnder what she's…
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*A sign lff to the side says, in old language 'Nothing is ever on the posters...'
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Alshan: Nope. *He disappears, leaving Rachel alone.* Rachel: Idiot. *He reappears, grabs her, and they bth re-disappear.*
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*Shrugs.* Alshan: Television? Rachel: Televison. *They smile at each other, sharing a joke.*
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God Damn it Will! Get back on the Project, and stop incessantly typing at the forums!
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*Alshan waves a hand.* Alshan: You two have fun with each other, or whateverit is straights do... Rachel: Idiot... Alsahn: At least you didn't say ***.
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*Alshan shrugs.* Alshan: Teleportation and television? Rachel: Idiot ***... Alshan: Yes, I'm TRIBBLE. Why don't you get over it?
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*Rachel looks up and nods, Alshan just looks at the cards.* Alshan: Want to be dealed in? *Gestures at the cards.*
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*Finds Alshan and Rachel playing Black Jack on the floor.* Alshan: Hit me. Rachel: You've obviously lost. Just stop.
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OOC: Eh, we'll call 'em simulations.
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*Interrogator sharpens a knife.* Interrogator: Uh huh. Whatever you say...
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*M. Persi looks at his reports. The several small civilian rebellions he'd set up are prospering, most slowly. M. Tara's seems to be the fastest growing, but it seems to be the most unstable.* M. Persi: God, I hope she gets the hang of it soon. I don't want her to get killed in the first fight. *His communicator rings. He…
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*Looks at his hand.* Well... he's nice. *Looks at the window and sighs.* I wonder if their off yet? *Walks in to the Embassy as the diplomats start to arrive.*
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*Raises an eyebrow at Linnea.* Well, Admiral. It seems you might have some work to do... *Extends a hand.* Call me if you need help, otherwise, I'll be here.
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Duty.... very interesting word, duty... *Smiles as he pulls out the bottle.* Anyway, perhaps you can visit when your shift is up, Admiral. We are having a party later in the day. Not just diplomats either. I would mentally go insane with out some straight talk... *Snaps a finger, putting the bottle down and picking a pen…