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The not-so-violent RP
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Apr 26, 2010 12:39PM
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Iorek looked at the girl next to him and recognized her almost instantly. "Alex? The army assassin, right?"
"It's fine. These people fear us enough." He looked behind him, laughing when he saw people looking back nervously.
He took a small sip. "Do you not think fear helps people? Not only us, but those who feel it too?"
He put his hand on her shoulder. "I know that feeling. My whole village was burned. I survived by hiding in a well. The blood of my mother fell into the well, covering me. I still have it in a vial. My father tried to help, but his torch died out. Only I saw it, but no one believed me. I found his body right outside the town."
"OK." He took another sip of his drink. It was now empty. He flagged down the beertender and ordered another.
Iorek looked in and saw what had happened. He turned around, keeping a watch outside the door. He saw someone slip away.
A man watched, grinning. So, his friend was successful. Now, just to get the girl... He walked up to Iorek and drew his sword. Iorek was faster. In a blur, the man's head was across the street, and Iorek was covered in blood.
((Have you read Massacre?))
((Have you read Massacre?))
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Master of Puppets (I'm pulling your strings)
(last edited Apr 26, 2010 02:06PM)
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Master of Puppets (I'm pulling your strings)
(last edited Apr 26, 2010 02:14PM)
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Iorek was glad she didn't see him. He was stabbing his dagger into the table into the table over and over again.
Iorek stopped after his twelfth((Wow, he's drunk!)) and stood up. He walked upstairs to watch the bar.
((ok lol that helps much :P))
She looked up at Iorek "do you speak french?" she asked in french.
She looked up at Iorek "do you speak french?" she asked in french.
((Ha ha! Alex is such a dumbass.))
Iorek waved his hand back and forth. "Not real," Is what he said, but he meant 'not really'.
Iorek waved his hand back and forth. "Not real," Is what he said, but he meant 'not really'.
She looked at him confused and understood by him saying the wrong thing "I smack little German" she said in german but she meant speak.
She tilted her head "oops i meant speak not smack" she smiled a little.
"It's OK. I was kidding." He looked at her and suddenly felt something odd. Something he hadn't felt since he was a child.
She looked at her arm. I was still wrapped in ripped off sleeve.


