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Post by Count Marcus Brinkatore on Sept 18, 2004 23:58:07 GMT
*Marcus bowed as Lord Fear enterd and as he left.*
"I can assure your Lordship that me and Sly Hands will get to the bottom of this mater. We will prise the information from these Power that be Scum."
"Even if we have to pull ther teeth out one by one to do so."
*Matcus looked at Midnight as he said this.*
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Post by Midnight on Sept 19, 2004 0:08:29 GMT
Is that supposed to scare me?? Well it doesn't. I already told you what you asked anyway.
*Realises that the Oppsotion thought all of them were with the Powers That Be.*
I'm the only one of the three who is with the Powers That Be.
*Thinks* Maybe I won't get out of here but I'm going to try my hardest to get them out...alive.
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Post by Count Marcus Brinkatore on Sept 19, 2004 18:44:32 GMT
"HA Powers That Be or not. It's Irelevent."
"They tried to aid and abet you Midnight."
"So they will be delt with the same way."
"Now where were we?"
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Post by Midnight on Sept 19, 2004 19:00:08 GMT
Aid and abet me?? How do you work that out?? They should be released. They are not involved. Neither of them. They just met the wrong person along the way.
*Thinks* This is the kind of trouble you cause and bring to Mog and the stranger.
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Post by Count Marcus Brinkatore on Sept 19, 2004 19:10:47 GMT
"Well then thats there misforutune then Midnight."
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Post by Midnight on Sept 19, 2004 19:25:25 GMT
*Midnight stares at the Count.*
Maybe so but it was indeed my misfortune to meet and trust you...a mistake I won't be making again.
*Thinks* Damnit!! I now have him telling me how much trouble I am.....I knew I should of left the stranger I should of known all it would of done is bring hassle and trouble to me and Mog and now look at us.
*Midnight at this point decides the silent treatment is the next tactic. Not talking gave no information away...*
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Post by Sylvester Hands on Sept 19, 2004 19:45:17 GMT
* Hands, having left Mog locked in her cell but unable to find any protective gear, bursts in uninvited. * 'Ere, your Countship, d'you 'ave any thick leather glov- oh. * Hands is somewhat startled by Midnight's condition, since he hasn't even seen himself naked since he was caught thieving in another town around two decades previously and sentenced to a bath. * Er...um...sorry to disturb.
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Post by Count Marcus Brinkatore on Sept 19, 2004 20:20:55 GMT
*Marcus turned around*
"Oh no Sly your not interupting."
"Sadly"
*He said quiatly under his breath*
"What can I do for you?"
"The Other 2 being problamatic?"
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Post by Sylvester Hands on Sept 19, 2004 20:35:23 GMT
Er, I was just sayin', d'you 'ave any thick leather gloves?
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Post by Count Marcus Brinkatore on Sept 19, 2004 23:21:29 GMT
*Leather Gloves???"
*Thinks.*
"I can't say I do. Well at least not on me."
*Gose to the door.*
"QUILL!!!"
*Quill appers.*
<Quill>
"Yes My Lord."
"Your Rideing Gloves, Give them to Sly."
<Quill>
"I don't have them Your Countship."
"Oh for goodness sake What do I pay you for?"
<Sly>
"Ear I needs those Gloves Your Countship to torture the Fluff Ball."
"I guessed that you Smelly Vagabon Ouff."
*An argument ensues between the three Dungeon Villaines.*
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Post by Midnight on Sept 19, 2004 23:37:16 GMT
*Midnight smirks at the three men.*
Well no wonder the Opposition are as useless as they are. If they have men like you working for them. Your all as bad as school kids arguing over who's better and why. Your worse than .....
*Suddenly Midnight goes quiet for a second a very brief second she had the name of the shape-shifter but it was gone again as if it was never there.*
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Post by Count Marcus Brinkatore on Sept 20, 2004 20:25:05 GMT
*Throws Midnight a dirty Look.*
"An expert on Opposition polatics now are you Midnight?"
"If you want to keep that toung of yours I d keep it in check."
"Quill go and get your Gloves."
*Quill bows and disspaers he quickly returns with the gloves.*
"There you go Master Sly Hands."
*Hands them to Hands.*
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Post by Midnight on Sept 20, 2004 20:40:00 GMT
I'm sure I can keep my tongue in check. So sure because I don't think you'd want to come any where near me.
*Midnight smiles and a rather odd look crosses her face. Then her jewel begins to glow brightly. A blue aura surrounds Midnight's face theres a blur as only her head changes into panther form. The panther roars loudly causing the silence to be broken and echos round the room and down the corridors.*
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Post by Count Marcus Brinkatore on Sept 20, 2004 20:53:35 GMT
*Marcus starts back in fright. After a few minutes he regaisn his composer.*
"So a Shap shifter as well huh?"
"Neat trink Midnight."
*Thinks*
"Ohhhhhhh That was you in The Brollracan's lair wasn't it. The myesterious panther that apperd out of no were then dissaperd into thin air."
*Gose to the door.*
"Well Midnight since you won't talk. I'll leave you here to starve. A few days with out food should losse then toung of yours."
*Opens door. and steps out.*
"Goodbye Midnight. See you in a week."
*Shuts the door but dosen't lock it.*
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Post by Sylvester Hands on Sept 21, 2004 20:30:53 GMT
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