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Post by Bails on Jul 13, 2009 8:52:24 GMT -5
Knowing it would enfuriate her ever the more, he just nodded to her dramatic speach. "Well, you enjoy it then." With a mocking little bow he did what she told him not to, he walked away again.
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Post by *Gem* on Jul 13, 2009 8:58:15 GMT -5
Yes, she was so annoyed that when he walked away she didn't bother looking at him, she just attacked him. The clock on her throat ticked silently, and began to glow a deeper shade of gold, almost brown. Her power wrapped around his heart, and black marks appeared on his chest.
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Post by Bails on Jul 13, 2009 9:01:50 GMT -5
Tyr winced and tossed her to one side, pinning her again. "Is this what you want?" He raised his hand as if to hit her. "It's all you understand, right? Pain, violence? You're not the only creature of Hell to be raised on a steady diet of darkness."
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Post by *Gem* on Jul 13, 2009 9:08:49 GMT -5
She winced, holding her breath. Watching him with careful eyes. "I'm just curing your boredem." She told him, quietly.
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Post by Bails on Jul 13, 2009 9:10:59 GMT -5
"And who says I was bored?" He said, letting a little ease slide back into his voice now that she wasn't challenging him.
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Post by *Gem* on Jul 13, 2009 9:13:56 GMT -5
"A warrior god goes into the ring for two reasons, training or boredem. You were fighting the already dead, it wasnt training."
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Post by Bails on Jul 13, 2009 9:16:20 GMT -5
"Then, demoness, what should this warrior God do next: rape, pillage, plunder?" Tyr got onto his feet.
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Post by *Gem* on Jul 13, 2009 9:18:22 GMT -5
She dropped away from him, cowering. "Whatever he wishes."
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