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Post by Iltanesh on Jan 11, 2005 1:56:55 GMT -5
"But of course," I say, turning and not noticing the hand as I run up ahead.
"I hope you can keep up!"
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Post by Jace on Jan 11, 2005 1:59:03 GMT -5
I run after him. "Ah i thought you said we were walking?" I laugh as i keep up with him.
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Post by Iltanesh on Jan 11, 2005 1:59:54 GMT -5
"Well, we can walk later. Right now I want to run!" I say as I increase my speed.
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Post by Jace on Jan 11, 2005 2:01:58 GMT -5
"Okay let's go!" I pick up speed and run faster then him.
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Post by Iltanesh on Jan 11, 2005 2:02:45 GMT -5
I increase my speed even more, far beyond that of a normal human, so that I can outdistance her.
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Post by Kaieka on Jan 11, 2005 2:03:25 GMT -5
I let out a little laugh at the wriggling form of this tiny man in my grasp.
"I think that I have you bested in size, little fellow. I doubt that you will gain your freedom.
But I do appreciate the comic relief, it can get so dull around here sometimes."
It would be fun to put this little man in a cage and hang him in my living quarters as a small little comic pet, then Bassarov would have some company while I was out.
But first things first.
I use the same nail to carefully run the length of each leg, being especially cautious as I near his midsection... only one body part at a time... no need to be hasty. When I am finished, I am proud of the two new red lines moving from his feet to the tops of his thighs, oh, but his poor boxers are now bloody and in terrible shape. Poor fellow, soon he will be down to nothing but his boots.
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Post by Jace on Jan 11, 2005 2:04:37 GMT -5
I remember i never told him i was a vampire. As i start to run faster and keep up with this man.
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Post by Iltanesh on Jan 11, 2005 2:05:25 GMT -5
She's fast. Time to play some tricks. I mutter a short prayer to the wind kami, asking that they increase my speed.
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Post by Frank Richardson on Jan 11, 2005 2:06:20 GMT -5
Frank was used to pain... being a spy trains you for that, but this... this was a new definition of pain! He let out a few urks and other noises indicating pain as she cuts his legs. His arms are now covered in blood and his feet are as well. It won't take long for his legs to follow suit... he's getting a bit woozy from bloodloss, but does his best to seem still live and actively struggling for life.
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Post by Jace on Jan 11, 2005 2:08:48 GMT -5
He is fast and tricky as i start to go faster then normal. Pushing myself farther.
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Post by Roland the Black Hearted on Jan 11, 2005 2:09:23 GMT -5
Roland is puzzled. Then he smiles, and pats Antero on the head. "Your still drugged, aren't you? Your like a child. I adore human children. So simple, so innocent, not like their grown counterparts."
Roland slings his gun and raises his right hand, palm up. Smoke swrils in his hands and forms into a cookie pie. "Of course Antero. Here you go." The pie is real in all ways, a shadow of a real pie. The only difference is that this pie has no nutritonal value. And if Antero eats it he will be infected by Roland's corruptive spirit: the Wyrm.
Roland has wanted to test this on a human for a long time. Perhaps Antero will willing do so.
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Post by Kaieka on Jan 11, 2005 2:10:06 GMT -5
"I'm afraid that if I make another cut down the center, I may go too deep... the torso is always so thin and tender. Then you'd come spilling apart and I'd have no little man to play with.
Where do you hail from, Mr. Richardson? Lilliput? Where do men of your size make their home?"
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Post by Iltanesh on Jan 11, 2005 2:10:50 GMT -5
I leap off a cliff, continuing to pick up speed.
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Post by Frank Richardson on Jan 11, 2005 2:12:05 GMT -5
"Jhonathan-ungh-Swift.... another classic." he said, his voice showing wooziness.
"I'm from... America, if you'll remember...."
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Post by Jace on Jan 11, 2005 2:13:03 GMT -5
I follow him quickly and chased after him. "So when do you want stop huh?"
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