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Post by Lady Violet on Oct 29, 2004 1:08:33 GMT -5
"What is that, Cephrien?"
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Post by Cephrien on Oct 29, 2004 1:10:51 GMT -5
Ceph stared up at the ceiling and lowered his eyelids.
"I want to help destroy this... "Machine God".. that everyone has been talking about.... may i have it's location?"
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Post by Kaieka on Oct 29, 2004 1:12:28 GMT -5
"Yes, I suppose you must be."
I walk over to the fireplace, I suddenly feel very cold.
Bored indeed! Men have given their lives (sometimes literally) just to be in the same room with me. Bored? I should claw out his eyes and roast them on a stick over these flames.
Bored? Stuck in the past with a self-conceited-ego-meniacle-piss-for-brains-no-good-twit-of-a-boss. No, that drink definitely did no good, my mood is not happy nor is it perky or whatever the hell he said it would be.
Bored. Pah! I should rip out his liver and play water polo with it. Bored!
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Post by Lady Violet on Oct 29, 2004 1:12:42 GMT -5
"It is in Germany, about 25 miles from Munich. You can go there and see what you can do. Good luck."
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Post by Kaschei on Oct 29, 2004 1:18:26 GMT -5
Kaschei looks at her, then stares into the fire. He watches the flames flicker different shades of red and orange. He watches the denigration of the wood as the fire consumes it.
"Don't get me wrong. I want you." He states as his eyes remain fixed on the flames.
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Post by Cephrien on Oct 29, 2004 1:19:20 GMT -5
Ceph narrowed his eyes and turned away. "This thing has been a thorn in my side for awhile... i'll pluck it off myself..." Ceph muttered as he slowly walked to the door.
He suddenly stopped and shifted his head to the side, so he was able to stare at Lady Violet.
"and..... thanks....." He said quietly as he walked out the door.
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Post by Kaieka on Oct 29, 2004 1:23:00 GMT -5
"O good, well all is not lost then. The world may go on turning in it's orbit around the sun... Kaschei the great sorcerer wants me.
I think I am going to go to bed now."
I don't really need sleep, but I am in a pissed off mood and don't feel like staying up until the wee hours chatting with Mr. Confusing.
I crawl under some covers and close my eyes. OOh, the bed is cushy, that at least is nice.
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Post by Kaschei on Oct 29, 2004 1:30:07 GMT -5
Kaschei feels a torent of anger. He is not going to be rejected by some vampire sleeper. He is far too powerful for that. No, she does not fear him enough.
"Kaieka, Kaieka, Kaieka...you don't refuse me. I am the great immortal sorcerer. So now I will teach you a lesson." He says to himself.
He closes his eyes and teleports her to the ice age. He throws her in an icy cave and starts to walk away from her.
"I don't know why I rescued you from the past, but here you are...you can freeze to death here for all I care."
He lifts his staff of ages to leave....
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Post by Kaieka on Oct 29, 2004 1:35:30 GMT -5
What a Bastard! All I want is to sleep in a nice, warm bed, and he drags me out here to this freezing cold place. This guy has some definite mood disorders. He needs to get on some medication and pronto! But I am not about to be left out here in some frozen wasteland. What the hell! I will show him the fearful little nothing that he desires.
I throw myself at his stinky, fungal feet.
"O Kaschei, please don't leave me here. I was wrong. I just didn't know what you meant. My mind is so simple and I was confused. Please take me back to the future. I would gladly share your bed with you or rub your feet or kill an elf or anything that you would desire of me. I am your faithful servant, afterall."
And I would slit your throat, and I would box your ears, and I would set fire to every hair on your body....
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Post by Kaschei on Oct 29, 2004 1:40:23 GMT -5
"Oh well, since you asked me SOOOO kindly, I can show you a little mercy. Though I am sure you would make lovely prey for a sabre tooth tiger." Kaschei pulls her up to him and teleports her back to her room in his castle.
He folds his arms and walks to the door.
"Remember Kaieka, I have all of the power so you best respect me. But I will leave you to rest alone. My mood is foul so I am going to my study to drink happy potions until I pass out."
He slams the behind him and goes to his study. He curses down the hall.
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Post by Kaieka on Oct 29, 2004 1:46:52 GMT -5
He leaves and I thrash around the room angrilly. What nerve! What impertinance! What a big, fat, smelly jerk! I am so mad!!! Seriously!
Hmph. I wish I had some happy potions. I feel like crap, and I am stuck in Count Stupidhead's castle in the past. I should burn some of his books. I should... I should... Ugh. I am going for a walk!
I open the door and storm down the hallway. From there I peek into door after door but they are all uninteresting. Finally, I retreat back to the confines of Kaschei's bedroom, I crawl into bed, punch the pillows angrilly, and mutter curses under my breath as I try in vain to go to sleep.
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Post by Kaschei on Oct 29, 2004 1:50:19 GMT -5
Kaschei locks his study and drinks potion after magical potion to calm his mood.
The potions lul him to sleep. He falls asleep on the divan in his study.
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Post by Illidan on Oct 29, 2004 2:30:40 GMT -5
((This is in response to the LSD that Zinn put in the Ministry of Terror))
Illidan walks down the hall of the Ministry of Terror, but suddenly feels strange. He looks down and sees a badger. The badger angrily attacks his leg, so he starts to kick at it. Even with the kicking, the badger attacks. In a panic, Illidan grabs a broom and starts beating the small yet aggressive rodent.
When it appears fruitless, he runs away, and takes refuge in Kaschei's office.
"What is wrong with me? Where did that badger come from?"
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Oct 29, 2004 2:54:15 GMT -5
Bassarov wakes up in the middle of the night. With the null field up, he can not heal, but his inner dark spirit does help to keep him alive. His hair is sticky with blood and his clothes cling uncomforably to his sweaty body. This is one of the worst experiences he has had at the Ministry of Terror.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Oct 29, 2004 3:23:15 GMT -5
Flashback:
"Happy birthday Mischa, I know we aren't into giving each other gifts, so I baked you a cake." Bassarov sets a very lumpy, overly frosted cake on the table before him. He drew a hammer and sickle on the cake with red frosting, but other than that, the cake looks attrocious.
"I never really bake much...just not a domestic kind of guy. But I hope you like it."
Bassarov lights the candles atop the cake.
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