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Post by Midnight on Sept 26, 2004 19:09:26 GMT
*Sighs If your going to make a joke at least try and make a good one...though then again your enough of a joke as it is.  So do you plan on making us stand around forever?? |
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Post by Count Marcus Brinkatore on Sept 26, 2004 19:15:15 GMT
"Oh good, realy funny Midnight."
"Maby you should try for a job as a stand up commedian at The Crazzed Heffier."
"Oh no I forgot you already have a job. Walking the streets."
"Come on move in there the pair of you, I'm not wating around for that Shadow thing to come back."
*Hurdrds them into a cell and closes the door behind him.*
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Post by Midnight on Sept 26, 2004 20:15:35 GMT
*Midnight glares at Marcus before he shoves her into the cell.*
Humpf that may be the sort of women you've dealt with before Marcus and I'm pretty sure thats the only way you've got a woman but thankfully I'm not of that occupational kind and even if I was I wouldn't let you no matter how much money you offered.
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Post by Coriolis on Sept 27, 2004 9:40:33 GMT
[OOC:- Previously 'An Uninvited Guest'] *Sadly, his 'Empty Cell' trick hadn't had the effect that He had hoped for... Hands had simply told his band to "Guard the Cell", His minions simple intelligence not realising that they were apparently guarding an empty cage. They hadn't raised the alarm as Coriolis had hoped and had simply stayed there, further blocking his only exit. This was now irellevant however, since the Faerie assasin had chosen to 'play' awhile...* *His new cell-mates granted him a modicum of relief, his friends were un-hurt and seemingly un-violated by any scheme that the 'opposition' had planned for them... Their company is highly appreciated...* [Still faded, his voice seeming to emanate from the empty air:-] If you had continued in your chosen career, Rhiannon, many the vagabond like Brinkatore you would have had to deal with. Though I admit it would have given you plenty oppertunities to spar and keep your edge sharp! *He returns to the visible spectrum:- Arms folded, leaning a shoulder up against one wall of the cage, He has to duck slightly since it's not tall enough to accomodate his full height.* And here we are again! It's strange how we keep meeting like this in dire situations.... *Wry grin* *An honest concern flickers across his face for a second* How are you both? All I've heard are screams, shouts and roars... |
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Post by Midnight on Sept 27, 2004 10:43:38 GMT
*Looks to the shape-shifter with a smile glad to know he is alive, unharmed and his normal self.* Yes the career probably would of kept my edge sharp...tongue as well. Well sadly Mr Redmun my previous employer has been killed so that kind of terminates my contract. Not that I'll miss the job much and the names Midnight!! I'm fine overall. The roars you heard and as you know were me having a little "fun" with Count Brinkatore. The screams were probably from the lovely army Sly had got together outside. Most of them killed by a shadow. Sly kinds of walks funny...no idea why though and maybe it'll be best if I don't. So here we are again...in a lovely cell. We tried to rescue you earlier but by the time we got to you Sly had sent you into sleeping land. Where I'm sure you had interesting dreams. |
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Post by Coriolis on Sept 27, 2004 11:47:02 GMT
*An embarassed cough* HRMMPHM, yes... May I apologies for that... Hands decided to make use of his namesakes and gave me a little 'Midnight + Rock' treatment... *Although he doesn't further press the point, Coriolis hopes that the mention of her earlier activities doesn't go unheeded.* The unplanned 'walk may be of use to us however... I was taken to an old memory of my own, only ONE of the council kept you from the hunt. As to their reasoning, I have no idea... |
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Post by ringmasterrob on Sept 27, 2004 12:26:35 GMT
[ModNote: Continued from The Morning After.] *After a long and arduos trek through the Forest of Dunn, keeping to the edge and well in cover whilst trying to maintain a quick pace, the Ringmaster is totally exhausted when he comes to the indents that now make a nice path to Marblehead.* "Argh, my joints are tighter than Edward Deal used to be with gold coins. It's no good, perhaps a few moments rest will ease the cramp, just a few moments. I'd also better take my potion." *The Ringmaster leans against the wall and slowly allows himself to sink onto the floor, he then takes a small vial filled with a yellowish brown substance. He uncorks it and after pinching his nose downs it whole, the effect is as he expected and he gags slightly. Desperately trying not to throw it back up, confident he has succeeded in this he stretches his arms a little, attempts to relieve the stress in his joints and nods off inadvertantly.* |
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Post by Midnight on Sept 27, 2004 12:48:11 GMT
*Midnight grimaces at the mention of her failed attempt of losing the shape-shifter.*
Well further discussion of that may be best left until we get out of here. These walls have ears... too many ears.
By the way Lord Fear at the moment is a ice cube for how long I don't know. A mage did the work Ringmasterrob. He was leading us to you then he disappeared, the shadow appeared and all hell broke loose.
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Post by Count Marcus Brinkatore on Sept 27, 2004 14:47:31 GMT
*Marcus Is leaning against the cell door his back turned from the 3 prisoners.*
*He is getting fed up with all the jabbering going on behind him.*
"Will you three Clam up. It's bad enough haveing to look at you with out haveing to lissen to you."
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Post by Coriolis on Sept 27, 2004 15:12:50 GMT
*He turns on the 'Count'. This game has gone on for long enough...* You stand in an enclosed space... Outnumbered by your enemies... Not to mention freshly insulted... and you tell US to clam up?!?  *A glint of steel flashes from the Scabbard that Coriolis had hidden from Lord Fear right back at their first encounter. He holds the Dirk in a downward grip from his Right hand. The blade parallel with his fore-arm.* Who are you to be giving orders Mr MA? |
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Post by Count Marcus Brinkatore on Sept 27, 2004 15:16:38 GMT
*Marcus Raiseis his gun and points it at...................................*
"Put that toy away or the little Fluff Ball is going to have a Hole in her head."
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Post by Midnight on Sept 27, 2004 15:23:24 GMT
*Midnight turns at the sudden threat to Mog the pistol aimed at them both but more at Mog. Midnight's stance changes ready to dive out of the way or to throw Mog off....*
*Everyone freezes all waiting for Marcus's next move....*
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Post by Coriolis on Sept 27, 2004 15:30:50 GMT
*A moments hesitation... Then a lifetimes worth of training kicks in...*
[Whispering to 'Midnight', Brinkatore can hear but not enough to understand what is said.]
Rhiannon! When I tell you to, get yourself and the Moogle on the floor QUICKLY. Understood?
*He glances over to her, praying that her answer will be 'yes'*
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Post by Midnight on Sept 27, 2004 15:42:30 GMT
*Midnight looks at the shape-shifter strangely slightly annoyed that he called her Rhiannon again but will let the matter pass for now.*
Pardon??
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Post by Count Marcus Brinkatore on Sept 27, 2004 15:49:30 GMT
*Brinkatore pulls the trigger theres a loud bang and the bullet goes flying.... a smug look appears on Brinkatore's face.*
I told you to.....
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