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Post by Midnight on Sept 15, 2004 14:52:43 GMT
*Midnight looks at Sly Hands a smile on her face...not a nice friendly smile but the smile that a hunter would have when they know their prey is within reach.* *To Sly Hands.* Hello again Sly. Didn't expect to see me so soon I bet. Not bounds and Tiny free anyway. *Midnight steps forward causing the still startled Sly Hands to step back into the room. Looking around the torture room she spies the various torture weapons. Smirking she says.* Lord Fear is a bit ummm kinky isin't he... *Spies the feather's.* What was you going to do tickle him to death?? *Midnight looks over at the 'sleeping' shape-shifter as she watches his jewel begins to glow brighter and brighter. * *Thinks* What are you up to now?? *Slowly Midnight realises whats going on.* *Thinks.* Damnit!!Now is not the time for a spirit-walk!!! *Sighs* *Mutter's* You don't half pick your blooming time for this do you?? (OOC:Coriolis's 'walk' continues in Un-planned Walkies.)
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Post by Sylvester Hands on Sept 15, 2004 18:38:55 GMT
[OOC: Kinky? Not particularly. Old-established torture method, tickling, popular in medieval times, though the preferred implement was often not a feather but the tongue of a goat. Thanks to Terry Deary, author of the Horrible Histories series, for this useless information.]
* Seeing that Midnight is distracted by Coriolis's sudden departure, Hands attempts to sneak up behind her. It is possible that his scent would have alerted her to this disagreeable deed, but the question does not arise since, as he raises his sword to hit her with the flat, he drops it loudly. *
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Post by Midnight on Sept 15, 2004 18:45:57 GMT
*Midnight turns at the sudden noise and smiles again.*
Now you wouldn't play dirty would you Sly? That wouldn't be very fair. Then again we haven't been treated very fair up to now anyway.
*Takes out her dagger and aims it at Sly bringing the blade awfully close to his chest.*
Now I would appreciate it if you unchained the man. Please?
(OOC:Thanks for the information.)
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Post by Count Marcus Brinkatore on Sept 15, 2004 19:41:00 GMT
*While this is going on no one see's Marcus arrive fresh from his meeting with Lord Fear & delivering Leytan.* [ModNote: ...Which apparently took place 'offstage', because Marcus was last seen in On The Road To Hell.] *As he is about to enter he see's what is happaning inside and quickly backtracks and hides behind the door before anyone spots him.* "Dam Midnight & That Stupied Ball Of Fluff again." *Marcus quickly gives a flick of his right wrist and his gun unholsters. He cheeks the Chamber only one shot left.* "I'll just wait here and give them a warm welcome when they emerge." *He thinks smileing evilily to himself.*
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Post by Sylvester Hands on Sept 15, 2004 20:26:40 GMT
* Hands, unaware of Brinkatore's arrival but very much aware of the blade at his heart, moves over to Coriolis to unchain him. As he does so and thus moves his chest away from the dagger, Grippa and Rhark instinctively rush at Midnight. *
[OOC: but you should be able to hold them at bay until the Count reveals himself.]
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Post by Midnight on Sept 15, 2004 20:40:45 GMT
*The goblins were so eager in their rush to get to Midnight that they bumped into each other causing one to fall flat on his face while the other got to Midnight and aimed to grab her. Midnight dodged to the side then stuck her foot out giving the goblin a nice trip to the floor. Not unconscious but surprised at his sudden impact with solid ground.*
*At this point the other goblin had managed to get up and go for Midnight pushing her off balance into a wall. While turning back to face the goblin she brought the dagger up so that when she turned the dagger was just at the goblins throat. The goblin being smarter than most of it's kin realised that its life was in danger if it made the wrong move.*
*Turning briefly to face Sly while watching the goblins as well.*
Shall we start again?? This time without any tricks.
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Post by Count Marcus Brinkatore on Sept 15, 2004 21:17:18 GMT
*CLICK*
"What a Splendid Idea Midnight, you took the words right out of my mouth."
*Marcus said as he steped into the Torture chamber and cocked his gun ready to fire.*
"Drop the dagger Midnight."
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Post by Sylvester Hands on Sept 15, 2004 21:22:21 GMT
Oh, 'ello your Countship. Good timing. And drop me rope while you're at it, gel.
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Post by Count Marcus Brinkatore on Sept 15, 2004 21:24:52 GMT
"Thank you Master Sly Hands."
"Us Brinkatore's pride ourselves on our impecable timeing."
"Come on Midnight Drop the rope and The Dagger."
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Post by Midnight on Sept 15, 2004 21:28:44 GMT
*Midnight turned to the unwelcome and very unespected voice of Marcus. he see's the mand and more importantly the gun...aimed right at her. Midnight slowly lowers the dagger to the floor. For the first time the dagger is on full view. The blade is just plain with a very sharpe edge and the handle has a ancient language engraved into it. Turning her attention to Sly she also drops the rope.*
*She looks over to the shape-shifter and see's his chains have been taken off though he is still asleep.*
*Mutter's*
Damnit!! Wake up!!
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Post by Count Marcus Brinkatore on Sept 15, 2004 21:30:39 GMT
*Notices Midnights depressed exprestion.*
"Awwwww Whats wrong Midnight?"
"Not please to see your old freind Marcus?"
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Post by Midnight on Sept 15, 2004 21:35:26 GMT
You may be old but your certainly not a friend Count.
*Midnight speaks through clenched teeth at him.*
I count the man over in the corner more of a friend than you.
*Midnight waits for whatever to come.She can't do anything alone and Mog was returning back to her normal colour.*
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Post by Sylvester Hands on Sept 15, 2004 21:39:16 GMT
* Hands retrieves his rope and proceeds once again to tie Midnight's hands behind her back with it. *
P'raps you could take those chains [/li][li] and put 'em on that fat white rat [/li][li], your Countship. Rhark, if 'e looks like wakin' up, knock 'im out. Grippa, fetch some more chains for 'im.
Now, your Countship, what'll we do with 'em?
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Post by Count Marcus Brinkatore on Sept 15, 2004 21:42:11 GMT
*Marcus is busy clamping the chains on Mog and looks up. He thinks for a minuet or 2 then smiles.*
"You question these 2 Sly."
"I'll deal with the lady myself in the next cell."
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Post by Sylvester Hands on Sept 15, 2004 21:46:00 GMT
I don't know about the man, your Countship - I shouldn't think we'll get any more out of 'im, so we can put 'im in a normal cell. Still, you can try when you've finished with the other one. As for this...thingy, it can stay 'ere. Rhark, take 'im away, and tell Grippa to come with you, you'll meet 'im on the way. You know what to do if 'e moves or changes.
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