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Post by Dracula on Oct 3, 2006 17:03:36 GMT -5
When Dracula went to the roof, he left a note behind him:
To my dearest Magenta,
I am tired of my wicked life. I know there are many who seek to kill me, and so tonight, I will let myself be attacked. I will not defend myself. Whatever maiden wishes to have the glory of being my murderer may claim it. I'm leaving you the castle and the Jimmi Hendrix albums.
Dracula
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Post by victor on Oct 3, 2006 17:14:32 GMT -5
*Wanders on wearing his tuxedo, whistling with his hands in his pockets. Victor stopped, seeing Dracula.* "Oh, hello. Have we met?" *he said with a clueless smile.*
((Not sure if I should send in Tessa to dispatch him...))
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Post by Dracula on Oct 3, 2006 17:34:12 GMT -5
((I'm being democratic here- whoever wants to stake him, can. Unless he suddenly changes his mind.))
*Bows* Greetings, young...*considers whether to say "man" or "woman"*...person. I am Count Dracula, and I am waiting to be killed.
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Post by Sir Percy on Oct 3, 2006 17:35:52 GMT -5
((I WANT TO! But as Demi, not as Percy! Give me a second ot change!))
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Post by victor on Oct 3, 2006 17:36:29 GMT -5
"Oh! I know a Chicago gangster who might be able to help! Back in a jiff!" *whisks off the roof.*
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Post by Dracula on Oct 3, 2006 17:37:20 GMT -5
Well, this was easier then I had expected.
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Post by tessa on Oct 3, 2006 17:39:42 GMT -5
*The Queen came onto the roof.* "I hear you have a deathwish. News travels fast in the Opera."
*She unsheathes her sword and in a swift motion pinned it through his heart, only pausing long enough to pull it back before she decapitated him. A moment later she knelt by the body.*
"I'll have to burn his head and heart, I think..." *she murmured to herself behind her mask.*
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Post by Demiselle on Oct 3, 2006 17:40:22 GMT -5
Demiselle stalked onto the roof. She wanted a fight and was bound and determined to get one. She stopped suddenly when she saw Vlad Dracula staring out at the stars.
A vampire...well, if there are faery rings, there must be vampires
"Monsieur," she called out. She considered. She could die, of course. But she wanted target practice for her revenge killing. This could be practice.
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Post by Demiselle on Oct 3, 2006 17:40:48 GMT -5
((DAMNIT, woman!))
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Post by magenta on Oct 3, 2006 17:44:08 GMT -5
((And now, to switch from Dracula into my alter-ego: mild mannered Clark Kent! I mean, Magenta...))
No! Master... *She kneels by his body and kisses his decapitated head.* Why? Why would you want to die? I swear, I'll find out somehow.
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Post by Rosette Daae-de Chagny on Oct 4, 2006 10:40:41 GMT -5
*Rosette skips up the roof and sees a couple of women. She runs to one that is holding a sword and wears a mask and slips the ransom not in her pocket. Rosette runs away again and quickly leaves the roof.* The ransom note says.
We HavE KIdnaPped IRenE AdlEr To GEt hER baCk in 1 pIece We woUld LiKE 1000 FrAncs DrOP thIS At tHe abandoned DumPsTer beHiNd tHe OPerA Or ElSe....
ThE MaStermInds oF ThE OpERa
P.S DOn'T teLl tHe coPs p.P.S We knOw wHeRe YoU LiVe p.p.p.s WE aRe waTcHing yOU
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Post by tessa on Oct 4, 2006 10:56:38 GMT -5
*Tessa felt something in her pocket and pulled out the note and read it quickly.* "A thousand francs? That's not much..."
Dr. Evil: One...MILLION DOLLARS! *She turned to leave the rooftop, hoping someone else would clean up the mess.* I've got living people to save, anyhow... "I know what to do," *she smirked.*
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Post by lovette on Oct 6, 2006 20:31:32 GMT -5
*Goes over to the body and discreetly collects several limbs*
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Post by tessa on Oct 6, 2006 20:32:43 GMT -5
((That'll be pretty tough, there. Drac's hella old.))
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Post by lovette on Oct 6, 2006 20:34:09 GMT -5
((I take what I can get.))
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