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Post by Rûn on May 4, 2005 5:47:51 GMT -5
*She drums her fingers on the railing.*
We can keep it ssomewhere ssafe until he has done the job. I don't feel like paying him before I ssee that head on a plate.
*She nods.*
Oh yess.
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Post by Twilight on May 4, 2005 13:49:52 GMT -5
Good luck. I'll be busy in my office.
~He disappears, reappearing in his office to begin the process of searching for Oshii's Emperor.~
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Post by Rûn on May 4, 2005 20:16:32 GMT -5
*She grins and kisses the cobra's head, stares out over the city for a few more minutes, then she turns and walks to the kitchen. Hmmm, chicken legs. She even shares some with her new friend.*
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Post by Rûn on Sept 30, 2005 9:25:40 GMT -5
He iss dead.
*Rûn smiles a serpent-like smile and strokes the head of the cobra that is curled around her neck and shoulders. She stands in the library, leaning casually against a pedestal with a buste on it. She does not particularly care who the buste is supposed to depcit. Twilight will probably know, but Rûn is not one to care overly much about marble faces of bearded old men. The eyesocket is a fine place to rest her elbow, however.
It is mid-afternoon and the sun streams in through the tall, narrow windows of the library. One of the beams falls upon Rûn- it is supposed to fall upon the wise face of the buste but she is standing in its way. It illuminates her grey tunic and her bright red hair, and makes the blade on her right, the side she has turned to the window, flash like a mirror. The sword is well-polished and sharp as the cobra's teeth. This blade is Fang, the sword that was once blessed by Rûn and Twilight's Lord. Having since lost much of that blessing, is still hangs proudly by her side. On the other side hangs another sword- Tears, with a beautiful saphire pommel, as well taken care of as the other one.
The cobra slithers around her throat and down, curling around her body, past the swords, till it slithers onto the ground, where its heavy body comes down with a small thud. The scaled creature moves off in a zig-zag, and disappears into a small mousy hole between two bookcases. Rûn elbows the eyesocket of the buste so that it sways dangerously, and steps forward, further into the library.
She passes through the multi-coloured light of the great stained-glass rosette window, central in the outer wall of the library. The blue and red, purple and yellow specks of light play over her swords, over her grey tunic, over her cruel face. She is smiling, and licks her teeth with a fast, shooting tongue. The carpet of the library veers under her silent steps.
The snake-like woman stands by Twilight's chair, and kneels down. It is a very comfortable leather arm-chair with a side table for mugs of coffee or tea or glasses of expensive wine. There is such a glass standing there now. Rûn, not caring whether it is his or hers, picks it up, and the crystal of the glass flashes into the ruby wine. She brings it to her lips, very slowly, all the while looking not at the glass, but straight into Twilight's eyes. She drinks with a triumphant smile, a cruel expression- bloodthirst in her bright yellow eyes. She has let go of all illusion and they are true snake eyes now. Some wine spills over her lips and drips down her chin. Half-way the glass she takes it down and sets it to the side again. She puts her one hand on the book that Twilight was reading, and the other on his knee. She leans forward to him a little and speaks softly.*
Haye... iss... dead...
*Her hand pulls gently on the book, trying to pry it out of Twilight's hand to pull it to the side. The other strokes his knee, a vicious grin revealing her sharp teeth. The predatory lust for blood is strong enough that Twilight might almost smell it.*
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Post by Twilight on Nov 13, 2005 13:27:22 GMT -5
~Twilight sighs and looks up, noting the page in the book for later.~
"It's about time."
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Post by Rûn on Nov 13, 2005 13:45:58 GMT -5
*The woman laughs and puts the book on the side table.*
Yess...
*She laughs again.*
... and the door to hiss room is locked. None can get in. They know not where he iss, and won't find out until they ssmell him.
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Post by Twilight on Nov 13, 2005 15:51:47 GMT -5
"Maybe we should buy a few of his establishments and see about a steady income. Use what the man left behind, possibly try to find any treasures he may have hidden." ~Twilight's gears were already turning as he thought as how best to use this.~ "We can forge his signiture easily, and once he is discovered, I can adjust the body to make his death a little different..."
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Post by Rûn on Nov 19, 2005 12:23:32 GMT -5
He had heavy magic itemss... On his person and otherwise.
*Rûn rests her head on Twilight's knee as she thinks a little.*
If we can get our handss on his place and things, we should employ it for a purpose. Strengthen our own position, and work on a base. Do work that our Master would like us to do, instead of just hanging around. Two of his sons are in this town, and they both need a little work. And Yattara is still here, too...
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