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Post by PFA on Apr 1, 2007 21:21:19 GMT -5
"I don't really like popcorn," Zylaa said to PFA. "But it seems to be traditional. You can have it." "Ooh! Thanks!" PFA grinned, and she happily munched on popcorn.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 1, 2007 21:22:28 GMT -5
Claire giggled. "I don't want to be that kind of partners," she said to him. Claire leaned in closer to Malak and fluttered her eyes. "I want to be partners in another way, if you catch my drift."
Sammy sighed to herself. Trying to be unconcious really sucks.
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Post by Reasie on Apr 1, 2007 21:23:30 GMT -5
"Yeah sure," Reasie muttered to herself, watching Spot run off in the distance. "Run after Nim. Leave me and the injured one to fend against the two bad guys and the 'Wicked' buff. Thanks."
Claire and Malak were looking at her. Malak's expression was decidedly unpleasant, with annoyance and malice apparent, while Claire's was far more difficult to crack. Overall, Reasie was uncomfortable. She reconsidered the wisdom of sharing their presence.
'Some help would be gooooood...'
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Post by malak on Apr 1, 2007 21:27:46 GMT -5
Malak stared, knowing that his mind wasn't really frozen, and that somewhere in his mind there was a rational, calm, and prepared statement for this kind of thing. He wasn't finding it.
"No! .... You're one of those insane Tabloiders, aren't you. I know I should have kept that place deleted. Give them an inch, and they try to seduce you. I don't even want to know what all diseases you're carrying. Get lost."
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Post by Zylaa on Apr 1, 2007 21:30:14 GMT -5
Zylaa got bored of singing the slow metaphor song and moved on.
"No one mourns the Wicked! No one cries they won't return! No one lays a lilly on their graaaaaaave!"
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Post by Deleted on Apr 1, 2007 21:31:31 GMT -5
"Me? A Tabloider?" Claire said innocently. "Never." She looked over at Reasie. "You're a bloider, aren't you? Have you ever seen me around?" Claire didn't wait for a reply. "No, didn't think so." She looked back at Malak with a pout on her face. "I'm just a common sorceress. An average witch with an big book on evil spells and ways to rule the universe. See? We're alike. You want to rule the universe. And so do I. So why can't we rule it together? In love?"
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Post by Nimras on Apr 1, 2007 21:32:05 GMT -5
Nimras clung to a luggage slat with one hand, and tore at the carriage top with her other. There had to be some reason Malak wanted to protect this so much. It couldn't be Patjade, the white Lupess would have picked up her scent ages ago if Patjade was in here -- but maybe a clue to where Patjade was, or even the key to where she was could be inside.
The horses screamed, turning sharply and almost sending the white Lupess flying from the roof of the carriage. When the ride steaded somewhat, the white Lupess looked over the edge, and spotted ... a naked leopard? Spot was frantically chasing the carriage. While on one hand it was nice to have some help, on the other Nimras would really just rather the horses stopped...
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Post by Reasie on Apr 1, 2007 21:34:22 GMT -5
For lack of anything better to do, Reasie joined in with Zylaa. Loudly. And slightly off-key.
"THE GOOD MAN SCORNS THE WICKED! THROUGH THEIR LIVES OUR CHILDREN LEARN WHAT WE MISS WHEN WE MISBEHAVE!"
Then she realized how this song could apply to the situation. She turned to Malak and began singing in his face, ignoring Claire.
"And goodness knows The wicked's live's are lonely Goodness knows The Wicked die alone IT JUST SHOWS, WHEN YOU'RE WICKED YOU'RE LEFT ONLY ON YOUR OOOOWN..."
She paused expectantly to see if he was moved.
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Post by Spot on Apr 1, 2007 21:35:32 GMT -5
"Hmm. Well, less fur equates ... less wind resistance, right? ... At least my running around as ... a nude leopard has proved somewhat .... helpful," Spot muttered to herself between deeply inhaling. She was quickly closing the distance between herself and the runaway carriage, though her muscles were starting to burn. "Not much ... further!"
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Post by Zylaa on Apr 1, 2007 21:41:36 GMT -5
Zylaa did not care that Reasie was slightly off-key: the weasel-girl was slightly off-key as well. But fortunately, they were both off in the same key. Oblivious to the point Reasie was attempting to make, Zylaa kept on singing. "Yes goodness knows the wicked's lives are lonely! Goodness knows the wicked cry alone! Nothing grows for the Wicked they reap only what they sowwwwww..."
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Post by Deleted on Apr 1, 2007 21:42:34 GMT -5
Claire was worried that Malak had not responded yet, but she didn't show it. "So whaddya say, cutie? You wanna be with me?"
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Post by Nimras on Apr 1, 2007 21:42:40 GMT -5
Nimras paused, torn between helping Spot in some way (she wasn't quite sure what she'd do exactly, but the leopard didn't look like she was having an easy time of it) or working on the hole more.
She wasn't exactly making much headway on either.
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Post by malak on Apr 1, 2007 21:48:19 GMT -5
"Quite frankly Clare, no I don't want anything to do with you." Pointing at the fangirl who had grabbed him before, he thought her name as "Reasie" or something similar, he continued, "even she's more my type than you are. At least when she's not singing offkey."
"Now if you ladies will all excuse me, I have a carrage to catch." Malak took off, runing after the carriage, the naked leopard, and the ... whatever that other mod was. Some kind of dog.
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Post by Spot on Apr 1, 2007 21:50:51 GMT -5
Spot pulled out one final burst of speed, catching up to the carriage. In a flurry of cat, claws, and (only horse) hair, the lead horse fell, tripping up the horses behind it. The carriage's leading source having been brought to a startling halt, the carriage itself spilled onto its side, and skidded along the ground until it finally stopped.
Whups. Probably not the best way to handle that, Spot thought to herself, jaws now clamped on her dinner.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 1, 2007 21:51:08 GMT -5
Claire was furious. Even though it was part of a plot, NO ONE rejects Claire Zorzerez.
"SAMMY!" she screeched. Sammy jolted to life and was now floating in mid-air. Claire pointed at Malak, and Sammy nodded. The two ran after him, even though Sammy was gaining more speed than Claire was.
Claire herself was realizing that she wasn't very fast, so she conjured up a bit of her own magic to make her go faster. Soon enough, the two caught up to Malak and collided with him in his back, making him collapse to the ground.
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