Abraxas
- Ingenious Pilot -
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Raving around
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Post by Abraxas on Apr 21, 2008 9:22:15 GMT -5
******NEW DAY****************
*Abraxas flew through the open window and into Malefica's workroom. He knew she was working there every time she found time for it.
Malefica was sitting in her chair, calmly reading some books about white magic spells. She looked up for a moment when Abraxas landed on her shoulder.*
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Post by Esser der Toten on Apr 21, 2008 9:25:26 GMT -5
*Esser did not enter, instead landing on the sill, staring at the raven and his...witch. She looked a little off-putting.*
"You are the Princess of Hell?"
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Post by Malefica on Apr 21, 2008 9:29:39 GMT -5
*Malefica arched her beautifully shaped eyebrows and looked at the little black bird, slightly amused.*
"Someone call me that. Others call me the Princess of Olympos. My birthname is Malefica."
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Post by Esser der Toten on Apr 21, 2008 9:32:17 GMT -5
*Never one for small talk, the bird's head tilted that he might look at her.*
"How is it that you've come to be immortal?"
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Post by Malefica on Apr 21, 2008 9:34:05 GMT -5
*Malefica smiled and looked at him.*
"By my birthright. By my magic powers. And by the secrets I guard."
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Post by Esser der Toten on Apr 21, 2008 9:37:13 GMT -5
*He allowed her answer to sink in.*
"These secrets...you will not share them."
*It wasn't really a question, though it might have been. His tone was rather flat.*
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Post by Malefica on Apr 21, 2008 9:46:42 GMT -5
*Malefica looked into the bird's eyes.*
"They are not mine to share. At least not to strangers."
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Post by Esser der Toten on Apr 21, 2008 9:52:56 GMT -5
*Esser seemed relieved.*
"That is good."
*He hopped about slightly, preparing for flight.*
"Glad there might still be some to eat. Though you are wasted. Sad...sad..."
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Post by Malefica on Apr 21, 2008 9:56:08 GMT -5
*Malefica arched her eyebrows.*
"What is sad?"
*She asked in a more friendly voice.*
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Post by Esser der Toten on Apr 21, 2008 9:59:33 GMT -5
"You are wasted." *He repeated forlornly.*
"Not for eating. Will go hungry."
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Post by Malefica on Apr 21, 2008 10:04:33 GMT -5
*Malefica looked surprised at the bird.*
"How about I fix you up something in the kitchen? Or do you have a special diet list to follow?"
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Post by Esser der Toten on Apr 21, 2008 10:17:39 GMT -5
*Quirking his head, the bird processed the thought.*
"The dead. Eat the dead."
*His shoulders hunched slightly.*
"Or dying. Dying too."
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Post by Malefica on Apr 21, 2008 10:19:53 GMT -5
*Malefica thought for a moment. This bird was a picky guest to feed. But bright as she was, she always had a solution at hand.*
"Is it the same how they die? Or do they have to be killed so you can eat them?"
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Post by Esser der Toten on Apr 21, 2008 10:28:15 GMT -5
"Not the same, but all acceptable. Never die for me. That'd be too much to ask. Just dead. There should be plenty, but there aren't."
*Esser looked sad for a moment, his mind elsewhere.*
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Post by Malefica on Apr 21, 2008 10:34:39 GMT -5
*Malefica smiled. She had seen an old man, tired of his life and his pain. He only had a few minutes left to live. By the power of her thoughts, she sent him on a walk on the road outside her house. Soon he fell to the ground, dying. Malefica looked at the bird and winked.*
"Well, I guess your dinner is served."
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