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Post by Midnight on Jul 11, 2004 20:36:51 GMT
"I'm surprised you would be offended I thought you would be used to it by now."
*Goes to unsheath the dagger at her waist and stands in front of Mog.*
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Post by Count Marcus Brinkatore on Jul 11, 2004 20:41:30 GMT
"Oh realy Miss Midnight sword Play. Must We?"
"Very Well. Quill."
"Deal with the little Bitch would you."
*Midnight realise there's some one behind her but before she can turn round, she is cracked over the skull by the handale of a sword she staggers over into a corner and turns to face her attacker.*
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The Brollachan
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Post by The Brollachan on Jul 11, 2004 20:43:20 GMT
* In a very low pitch - below that of human hearing * SPELLCASTING: R-O-C-K
*A smallish rock appears less than a metre in front of Count Brinkatore *
[OCC: Remember this is a poorly lit room, so the appearance of the rock may have gone unnoticed]
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Post by Midnight on Jul 11, 2004 20:49:30 GMT
*Midnight shakes her head to try and clear it a little bit. She then unsheaths her dagger completely.*
"Fine if your gonna play dirty then so be it. Then again should I of expected anything different from you."
*Midnight quickly brings her leg behind Quill's and pull's tumbleing him to the floor.*
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Post by Count Marcus Brinkatore on Jul 11, 2004 20:51:41 GMT
*Marcus makes to go help Quill but trips over the rock that has apperd thanks to the Brollracan's spell. He lands face first in frount of Mog.*
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Post by Madmogsue on Jul 11, 2004 20:55:25 GMT
*The little ball of fluff looks at marcus with nothing but pure fear in her eyes, there is nowhere for her to run, and nowhere for her to hide, although she tries her best to look for a means of escape...* Ku.......ku......kupo..... *Fearing this may be the end, she starts to cry *
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Post by The Brollachan on Jul 11, 2004 21:01:46 GMT
* A draught can felt within the room * * It appears to be getting stronger and is moving Madmogsue towards a wall and away from the count * * Once Madmogsue has moved a safe distance away the draught appears to ease and completely disappear *
[OCC: Take a guess at what's really happenning]
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Post by Midnight on Jul 11, 2004 21:02:17 GMT
*Concentrating on her attacker Midnight does not see what else is going on in the room.*
*While Quill is on the floor she places a foot on his chest preventing him from getting up. She then bows down and places her dagger at his throat.*
*Her voice is low and deadly.*
"Never try to play dirty with me."
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Post by Count Marcus Brinkatore on Jul 11, 2004 21:23:47 GMT
*Marcus looks up and see's the little Moogul he glares at it, giveing it a very evil look. He turns and see's the strugal between Midnight and Quill. He looks back at Mog and smiles a very frightning smile at her. He gets up and walks over to her, he looks down at the little creature that is traped between a baral and him.*
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Post by Madmogsue on Jul 11, 2004 21:26:14 GMT
*the moogle is in fear of death, but somhow, being this near, she feels strangely drawn to him... But within second the fear becomes so great that she faints.... again...*
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Post by Count Marcus Brinkatore on Jul 11, 2004 21:29:49 GMT
*The Count looks down at the Mog.*
"No fun whiles she's unconsious."
*He mutters. He takes a flask of water from his belt and splashes a little bit on the mog to revive her. As the little creature spluters back to consuness. He lifts his right boot up and places it across the Little Mooguls body. The Heel is made of iron and it is now pressing down on Mogs chest.*
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Post by Madmogsue on Jul 11, 2004 21:33:19 GMT
kuuuuuuhooooooooooooooo.........................pp......... kup........... oooooooooooop...... can.......n't ...... breeeeeeeath............he....hel.............p..me.........
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Post by Count Marcus Brinkatore on Jul 11, 2004 21:36:43 GMT
*Turns his head and looks at Midnight still engrossed in her battale with Quill.*
"DROP IT MIDNIGHT! "
"Or little Mog here is going to become a Pancake."
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Post by Midnight on Jul 11, 2004 21:41:52 GMT
*So intent was Midnight watching Quill the voice of the Count makes her jump slightly.*
*She realises what the Count has done and slowly stands up. She backs off from Quill and replaces her dagger.*
"There you go."
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Post by Count Marcus Brinkatore on Jul 11, 2004 21:44:14 GMT
*Smiles*
"Bind her hands Quill.*
<Quill>
"Yes Your Countship."
*Quill starts to bind her hands. Midnight notices Brinkatore still has his foot on Mog.*
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