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Post by Xable McQueen on Apr 4, 2010 13:47:44 GMT -5
"Get dressed then." She told him.
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Post by Bails on Apr 4, 2010 13:51:56 GMT -5
Tyr waved his arm and ended up in his usual uniform. "Are you leading, milady?"
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Post by Xable McQueen on Apr 4, 2010 14:07:29 GMT -5
She run her eyes over him, and shook her head, "That won't do- you'll be recognised." And she gave him lose jeans and a old age hoodie.
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Post by Bails on Apr 4, 2010 14:11:27 GMT -5
He made a face as he stretched out, feeling the weird fabric.
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Post by Xable McQueen on Apr 4, 2010 14:18:31 GMT -5
"We're going hunting, my lord." She told him, and vanished, pulling him with her.
They appeared in a cell, a white washed science block cell in one of the mortal Red hand facilities.
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Post by Tyr Sephora on Apr 4, 2010 14:22:16 GMT -5
He looked around and inhaled the pure sinful nature of this place. Like all the worst things and best sins hovered in the air and he felt energized. "Where are we, pet?"
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Post by Xable McQueen on Apr 4, 2010 14:31:00 GMT -5
"Mortopia." She smirked, licking her lips hungrily. "The best place to stir up some trouble."
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Post by Tyr Sephora on Apr 4, 2010 14:32:12 GMT -5
Tyr held her back, "Is this what it's all about? Causing a little trouble?"
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