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Post by Erik on Oct 24, 2007 13:02:45 GMT -5
*Erik paced his room swiftly, his footfalls muffled in the thick carpets. He wished, for once, that his stride was louder. All sound seemed swallowed by the room. One could almost think one was dead.
He was a bitter, ambitious man. And his energies were being wasted.*
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Meg
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Gone to Persia, BRB.
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Post by Meg on Oct 24, 2007 13:32:52 GMT -5
*twirls down the corridor alluringly, at least as alluringly as it's possible to twirl with your wrists chained together and a platter of candied fruit in your hands. Whether this is flashback!Meg or a relative of Meg or a dream sequence or the result of some sort of magic or just a plot hole is unknown and unnecessary. For full wankiness, the suethor has not done one bit of research into this time and place in history, but we all know that there were lots of large-bosomed, blonde slave girls who dressed like something out of Joel Schumacher's tackiest daydreams in the Persian Court*
*taps on Erik's door*
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Post by The Sultana on Oct 24, 2007 13:37:39 GMT -5
"Erik!" *she demanded, outside the door.* "What is this--this--" *she waves her hand dismissively at Meg* "this concubine doing, hanging about your quarters?"
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Post by Erik on Oct 24, 2007 13:38:28 GMT -5
*Erik drew on his mask and wrenched the door open in irritation. Probably the bloody sultana again, wanting him to kill some new slave.
Hmm. This was new.
He glanced between the slave girl and the sultana.*
"Erik did not invite her," *he said.* "She is not sent on your behalf?"
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Post by The Sultana on Oct 24, 2007 13:43:31 GMT -5
"There's a thing--" *She gestured again wildly at Meg* "lurking about your quarters. I didn't know you had any sort of interest in young . . . trinkets, Erik. She's very pretty." *She reached out to touch Meg, almost in a sensual way.* "Around this milk white neck . . . a lasso would look very fine. What do you say?" *She turned back to Erik.
"We've never killed a yellow haired one, before."
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Meg
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Gone to Persia, BRB.
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Post by Meg on Oct 24, 2007 13:44:27 GMT -5
*flinches and steps back, but still curtseys respectfully low to the Sultana, giving an excellent view of her cleavage*
I beg your pardon, mi'lady...
*stays bent, but turns her body slightly toward Erik*
I thought Master might enjoy some candied fruit. That's all.
*manages to gracefully procure the platter without unbending herself or looking up at either of them*
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Post by The Sultana on Oct 24, 2007 13:45:07 GMT -5
((oops. Unless this is not the ALW incarnation of Meg. She's variable, I see.))
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Post by The Sultana on Oct 24, 2007 13:46:30 GMT -5
"Oh, look at how nicely she bends!" *She clapped her hands in glee.* "I wonder if she'll die as nicely!"
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Meg
- Ingenious Pilot -
Gone to Persia, BRB.
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Post by Meg on Oct 24, 2007 13:46:52 GMT -5
((She is right now...she's 2004movie!Meg. Or looks like her, anyway.))
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Post by The Sultana on Oct 24, 2007 13:49:01 GMT -5
((Okay, that's what I thought! She'd make an excellent slave.
The Sultana WANTS her. BAD.))
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Post by Erik on Oct 24, 2007 13:49:17 GMT -5
*Erik smiled behind his mask.*
"Madame has an unquenchable thirst," *he observed.*
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Meg
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Gone to Persia, BRB.
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Post by Meg on Oct 24, 2007 13:52:28 GMT -5
*distracts herself from the ever-increasing pain in her bent back by gently nudging Erik's shin with the platter of fruit, encouraging him to take some*
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Post by The Sultana on Oct 24, 2007 13:52:57 GMT -5
*She pouted.*
"Oh, sometimes I can be quite thoroughly quenched."
*Then she turned back to Meg.*
"I think I will have some of that fruit. Aren't you just sweet?"
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Post by Erik on Oct 24, 2007 13:54:51 GMT -5
*Foolish girl! Did she not know he would have to take his mask off to eat properly? He ignored her nudging.*
"Madame, to what purpose did you venture to Erik's quarters?"
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Post by The Sultana on Oct 24, 2007 13:57:30 GMT -5
"I was just so bored!"
*She batted her eyelashes and sidled closer up to Erik. Then stamped her foot.*
"Girl! Over here! Now!"
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