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Banned for misconstrueing my words.
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Because you're part of his harem, right?:P
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This thread is scary! Somebody hold me! Ahhhhhh!
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Banned because Bannignton needs to be refitted.
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"If you think I am leaving you alone with the leader of the Romulan people for any reason, you're a bigger idiot than I first expected." Aahuus growls, shifting his spear so the razor sharp tip is more prominent.
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Well, this was new. Perseus hadn't expected this, a friend trying to scare him, sure. But a young... human? In Klingon clothes? Hmm, well, his mother always said to try to help people when he can. Perseus motions to Kahlen, stepping forward. "Come here. Get out of the cargo. It must be cramped in there." he says slowly in…
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Still not caring. *Walks toward Shadows ship.*
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Fine. Give me a map and I'll meet you there. If you don't get there in two Hell days, I'll call the Hell police. Or find a big hammer marked 'Satan Killer' and find you.
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... Dude, as a chaos mage, it means I am the best prepared to do this. I have spent... years of my life harnessing and persuading chaos, and resisting it.
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I said I'm off it. But again, f*cking HELL!
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*Smiles.* Cher, I've made my way through the Sea of Chaos to Daemron's Realm and back again. I think I can handle the Burning TRIBBLE.
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*Walks back carrying a leather case. I'm going to f*cking Hell mate. I'll take as much as I need...
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Fine then... guess I'll be taking my entire arsenal of charms, defining paint, and witchroot. *Walks to his room to pack.*
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Perhaps come with us most of the way? If your clone is attracted to Shadow, then she will most likely come after him... maybe. It might have just been a heat thing... *Rubs chin, then looks at Shadow.* Well? Wheres the Shard?
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Yes, we shall. And I will be handling the Black Soulshard all of the way, thank you...
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... I think it's time to take a visit to Sanctuary...
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*Even revived, the body just lays there. It would seem that... the soul has left it. It is merely a shell now...*
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*Stops laughing after a while. The body just stares, and breathes. The mind can't even think of the eyes anymore... Kuntel Clone #1, otherwise known as Evil Kuntel, AKA That TRIBBLE, is now brain dead...*
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*The mind is complete mush. It can't focus on anything besides two pairs of cold, gray eyes. Starring with such disappointment, content, and somehow, not caring at all...*
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... Soo, I haven't been here in a while. Just checking in. I see Senshi-san is still insane, good good.
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*Evil Kuntel is in fetal position, eyes wide, not seeing anything. He's still laughing like he's broken... because he is. He has pissed and sh*t himself...*
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*Then the insane laughing starts, and this doesn't stop. It's just laughter, and yelling, crying, screaming. Walks out and runs hands down front of robes, smoothing them. Looks at Shadow.* *Emotionless.* He's all yours... *Walks towards then past Jade, in a trance.*
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*Then the repressed memories come to the surface brought by the similarity of the eyes.* Evil Kuntel: Please don't hurt me, Mommy. I didn't mean to fail! Please! Please, not the rack! Not the rack! *This goes on, screams of pain of past inflictions muffled. Memories of being flayed alive to test if he could hold his…
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*... Then the chattering starts.* Evil Kuntel: Why? Why are you staring? Do I have something on my face? Do I? Do I?! DO I?! *This continues for minutes.*
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Banned because yes?
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Banned because I guess I need to contact the janitor...
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*Looks back and smiles* I know you got my back, cher. *Walks in. Starfleet officers walk out a while later. No noise comes from the brig for a few minutes.*
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No. I think complete silence and being alone with me... himself? is what will break him. *Walks off, muttering* I know it nearly broke me...
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*Shrugs.* Try to confuse him and get him thinking in knots. Then once he's down, ask veiled questions. *Looks pleadingly* It would be easier if I did this... but if you insist...
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Banned because have a seat... *Gestures to psychologists chair.* Now, tell me your problems...