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Post by Midnight on Jul 18, 2004 21:56:33 GMT
*Though Midnight can't quite see what is going on but by the silence she asumes that Sylvester Hands has gone. Tugging at the rope that binds her Midnight discovers that in his haste Sly did not tie them properly and she quickly gets her hands out of them. Standing up she checks the room for Sly and not seeing him decides the potion what ever it did got rid of him.*
*Looking over to Mog who is stil in the hands of a Skeletron she makes a plan.*
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Post by Madmogsue on Jul 18, 2004 23:19:57 GMT
* as Midnight gets up mog squeels * Midnight help me!!!* she wriggles but the skeltrons grip gets tighter...* *as she looks at Midnight, the shapshifter begins to transform....* Mi... Midnight? AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!
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Post by Midnight on Jul 18, 2004 23:32:08 GMT
*Slowly Midnight transforms into a anaconda. She raises her green head to Mog as the little Moogle begins to panic. Slowly Midnight glides towards the feet of the Skeletron that holds Mog and begins her journey up the outside of his leg, passed his waist and then onto his arms moving closer and closer to the ever increasing panicing Moogle. Midnight then wraps her body around the arm of the Skeletron and tightens her grip. Soon the bone begins to crack then slowly fall to the floor releasing Mog as it goes. Quickly Midnight makes her journey back down the Skeletron just reaching the floor as it collapses.*
*Slowly Midnight begins her transformation back to her human form. Looking down at the Moogle.*
Surely you didn't think I was going to eat you or something?
*A smile plays at her lips the first smile that has crossed her face in days.*
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Post by Count Marcus Brinkatore on Jul 18, 2004 23:45:42 GMT
*un noticed by either Mog or Midnight Marcuse's eyes flicker open and closed as the Grogy Count starts to regain consuisness. He stires a little but Midnight nor Mog see the slight movement.*
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Post by Madmogsue on Jul 18, 2004 23:56:19 GMT
* the little moogle freaks out a little at her friends, alternative choice of "transformation"....*
Mi... Midnight? pu...pu...puleaase dont change into that again? that was too scary, Kupo.....
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Post by Midnight on Jul 19, 2004 0:03:35 GMT
*Tries to keep a straight face but fails miserably.*
Ok I won't change into that again. I'm not keen on snakes anyway but I couldn't think of another way to get you out.
*Midnight bends down to pick up the rope that she was tied up in and places that in their knapsack. Then quickly stands up.*
Talking about getting out, lets go. I think we've had enough "fun" here.
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Post by Madmogsue on Jul 19, 2004 0:05:53 GMT
* Mog jumps on Midnight shoulder, and the two of the make haste into the next room....*
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Post by Count Marcus Brinkatore on Jul 19, 2004 0:10:07 GMT
*Marcus comes to his sences fully just in time to see Midnight and Mog dissaper through the Door he gives chase, he appers in the next room just a split second after they do.*
"HOLD IT!!!"
<He Yells.>
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Post by Midnight on Jul 19, 2004 0:17:24 GMT
*Midnight turns around to face Marcus.*
Not again!! Surely getting knocked out twice in a short space of time will have "knocked some sense into you" but obviusly not.
*Midnight advances towards Marcus.*
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Post by Madmogsue on Jul 19, 2004 0:20:07 GMT
*the moogle trembles in fear....*
Midnight?? what are you doing!!!!!!!
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Post by Count Marcus Brinkatore on Jul 19, 2004 0:24:44 GMT
*Marcus holds his grond and smiles a sinister smile at Midnight and Mog. Then with a quick flick of his right wrist a small Gold plated Pistol appers from it's hiden holster up Marcus's sleave.*
"Oh it has my Dear Midnight. It's knocked enough sence in to me to realise that the old saying is true."
"Win if you can, Losse if you must. But ALWAYS Cheat."
*He aims the pistol at Mog.*
"Now your both going to accompany me back to Marblehead were you will be shown to your new rooms in which you will await the return of his Lordship."
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Post by Midnight on Jul 19, 2004 0:33:14 GMT
*Stops her advance and very briefly thinks about reaching for her dagger but in the end gives up on that idea. Knowing she won't be able to reach it and throw at Marcus before he can pull the trigger.*
Unarmed my foot!! Why I believed you I don't know but that'll teach me for the future make no mistake about that!!
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Post by Count Marcus Brinkatore on Jul 19, 2004 2:34:11 GMT
"I'm Affraid My Dear Midnight. That For you, there will be NO Next Time."
"HAHAHAHA."
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Post by The Brollachan on Jul 19, 2004 10:58:24 GMT
*At this point the Brollachan decides to step-in (so to speak)* *In a low-pitch voice below normal hearing* Spell-casting: D-E-B-R-I-C-K *The room shudders and bricks start falling from there surrounding slowly and at random.* *Some of the bricks that fall are also located in the ceiling* [OCC: It's hard hat time ]
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Post by Count Marcus Brinkatore on Jul 19, 2004 19:45:36 GMT
*Marcus looked up in Horror as the Bricks started falling, he turned and ran dogging the briks as they fell.*
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