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Post by The Sultana on Oct 25, 2007 13:01:12 GMT -5
"What is that?"
*She crooked a finger. She sounded outraged, but inwardly she was afraid. She didn't like to not be utterly in control of a situation. She whirled on Erik.*
"Is this another one of your tricks? Making things appear out of thin air? Get it away. I don't want it near me."
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Post by Erik on Oct 25, 2007 14:37:45 GMT -5
*Erik stared at the sultana for a moment.*
"Believe me, madame, Erik would like nothing better. He does not enjoy intruders."
*He turned to the being.*
"State your purpose, if you have one."
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Post by Vianne Giry on Nov 10, 2007 4:55:35 GMT -5
((What the heck is my daughter doing? I'm not paying for this jaunt of yours, young lady!))
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Post by The Sultana on Jan 26, 2008 22:57:58 GMT -5
*The Sultana waited. She was getting bored.*
"This is boring. Erik, you should kill it."
*She yawned.*
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Post by Erik on Jan 26, 2008 23:01:09 GMT -5
*Erik sighed. The Sultana was no doubt correct.
This was boring.*
"Of course, madame."
*Faster than the (human) eye could track him, Erik had reached into a inner pocket of his jacket, withdrawn the Punjab lasso, and had it snaking through the air at Desire.*
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Post by The Sultana on Jan 26, 2008 23:06:43 GMT -5
"Oh goodie!"
*She clapped her lovely little hands.*
"I do so love the lasso. It's so . . . long."
((edited for deadness. I didn't think she was dead!))
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Post by The Sultana on May 27, 2008 23:46:17 GMT -5
***new day***
*The Sultana pushed her way into Erik's apartment, ill-concealed glee sparking in her eyes.*
"Guess who I had killed today!"
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Post by Erik on May 30, 2008 22:52:57 GMT -5
((Sorry!! I am remiss.))
*Erik looked up from a cunning contraption he was construction--he wasn't certain what it was for, yet--and dusted his hands off on each other.*
"Erik feels certain you are about to tell him, Madame," *he said politely.*
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