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Post by Tyr Sephora on Jun 14, 2010 16:43:56 GMT -5
"And here? What shall I do?"
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Post by Apollo Christos on Jun 14, 2010 16:49:36 GMT -5
"You have to make them as angry as the football fans." She smiled. And it would be harder than it looked; they were men of the opposite team; that would be an added challange.
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Post by Tyr Sephora on Jun 14, 2010 16:53:28 GMT -5
"Am I allowed to use other sins?"
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Post by Apollo Christos on Jun 14, 2010 16:57:05 GMT -5
"Now don't ask stupid questions." She told him. "No, handsome, we're testing you for Wrath, not how good you are at talking them to sleep." She winked.
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Post by Tyr Sephora on Jun 14, 2010 17:02:48 GMT -5
He bopped the end of her nose. Looking, he delved into each man's soul and pulled out what anger they had. He twisted and turned it.
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Post by Apollo Christos on Jun 14, 2010 17:07:06 GMT -5
Kip watchd him, and the monks, a shiver going up her spine and she laughed softly.
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Post by Tyr Sephora on Jun 14, 2010 17:11:10 GMT -5
Their hands clenched in anger, they growled and frothed at the mouth- But still they sat. This wasn't working.
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Post by Apollo Christos on Jun 14, 2010 17:14:48 GMT -5
Smirking she sat on the back of one of the the benches; "Try again baby."
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