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Post by scaleblade on Feb 18, 2007 12:15:38 GMT -5
"Yes.. now go. Your Destination is La Seine River." Malificent said and she whisked away.
"Go.." The captain's deeper voiced growled. Maccus stared a minute and nodded. He began turning the wheel, and the ship slowly turned. Behind the Dutchman, there was an odd phenomenon.. The deep gouge the ship cleaved into the white sands.. was now black.
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Post by JagwarKnight on Feb 18, 2007 19:21:55 GMT -5
Demona brushed what hair she still had back and started to ponder ways on how to deal with the dark fairy....
becasus while Maly was useful so far... she relied far too much on the darkness to do her jobs. Demona knew that sometimes, tis better to use the light to get the job done and change things up than be stuck with just ONE thing...
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Post by scaleblade on Feb 18, 2007 19:34:36 GMT -5
While Demona pondered whatever it was a Gargoyle as her pondered, the dear captain did the opposite. Merely staring blankly over the dead landscape, sentient thought and feeling no longer a burden on his mind.
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Post by JagwarKnight on Feb 18, 2007 19:40:06 GMT -5
Demona sensed this*one of the benfits of the version of her immortality* and pondered how 'deep' Maly put Jones into the darkness...
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Post by scaleblade on Feb 18, 2007 21:49:11 GMT -5
After a time, the captain retreated into his quarters. It was not long after it dove into the blackening sands.
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Post by JagwarKnight on Feb 18, 2007 21:54:21 GMT -5
Demona calmly stood there and let the sands take her and the ship in..
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Post by scaleblade on Mar 18, 2007 15:07:52 GMT -5
Calypso regathered herself slowly..
wakey wakey little nymph... the voice seemed.. so distant and echoey... And she felt unexplanably weak..
"What did you do..?"
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Post by JagwarKnight on Mar 18, 2007 15:09:28 GMT -5
"Oh, we just nailed you to a Rock with some iron spikes." Demona's voice said as she rubbed her nails."Atlest one thing's consistaint around here."
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Post by scaleblade on Mar 18, 2007 15:18:31 GMT -5
There was a loud cracking sound accompanied horrible cramping pain in her left hand. Jones, in gargoyle form at the moment, finished driving one of the final spikes into her hand.. the iron just made the pain a constant, agonizing burn within the wound.. He tossed the hammer at her bleeding feet.
"Wh-wh-"
Jones grabbed her jaw and forced it closed. "Don't even ask why, you intolerable bottomfeeder.. You know perfectly well."
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Post by JagwarKnight on Mar 18, 2007 15:22:03 GMT -5
Demona, however, was taking MUCH joy from this.
"So, where to next Jonesy?" Demona said as she slipped off the seat she was sitting on.
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Post by scaleblade on Mar 18, 2007 15:25:00 GMT -5
"Hmm?" He moved to look to her, exposing the nymph to the hot desert sun, which made her shift quite uncomfortably.
"It's up to you.. I've got nowhere to be, now.." He smiled at her displeasure.
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Post by JagwarKnight on Mar 18, 2007 15:26:52 GMT -5
"Hmmm, going back to my home is out of the question for now. stupid brats." Demona grumbled as she pulled out... a road map?
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Post by scaleblade on Mar 18, 2007 15:31:11 GMT -5
He crossed his arms and awaited.
"I wouldn't mind getting my heart back."
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Post by JagwarKnight on Mar 18, 2007 15:35:00 GMT -5
"Tricky, given Mal..." Demona said when an idea hit her.
"why don't we get her busy on another world and sneek in and steal the heart back?"
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Post by scaleblade on Mar 18, 2007 15:39:08 GMT -5
"She'll be coming to us soon. I'll let her keep thinking she holds her control still.. we'll see where that takes us.."
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