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Sunday, 13 April 2014

Wicken n the Ogre go to town.

So Pops. What u b needin' that u drug me out to town. - Wick

I'm not ur "Pops". Don't call me that! - Old Man

Wot? U want wot then? Old Man, Ogre? Or one a the more nasty things u get called when u ain't lookin'? - W

Well look at u with ur line up a names. Ain't u just the smartest thing since sliced bread. - OM

Wot? Pops at least shows a bit a respect. - W

Oh? N how do u figure that numb nuts? - OM

Fine. Hows about I just call u Asshole n b done with it? - W

How about u shut ur teenage mouth so I don't have to do it for ya. - OM

Fine. Whatever. We just gonna sit looking at the front a the store or we goin' in? - W

Look at that one goin'. How come he can't walk straight. He's all bent forward like that. Y doesn't he straighten up n walk? - OM

Maybe cuz he's an old man? - W

Well I walk straight. He's probably pullin' his pin too much. - OM

Ok! N on that note I'm headin' in to shop! - W

Chow Time

One thing you can say about the Ogre, he feeds us well. - Berin, Fae Guard.

Ha! Your tastes have always leaned more to the plebeian. - Asher, Fae Guard.

What? He's a good cook! - B

If you like your eggs cracked open n boiled in bacon grease. And he expects us to wash our own dishes! With no water to speak of?! Primitive creature. - A

Well if my Hallows fun is going to be interrupted by guarding this brambled, bedraggled castle from whatever creatures come thru on the Thinning, then I'd rather it be on a full belly.  And on that score I've got no complaints. Truffles just don't step up to what is needed in a fight, my fine, sophisticated Fae. - B

Humph... I'm Fae, I don't need food to slice and dice the locals. - A

Ha! True enough, but it does make it more enjoyable! - B

Ogre n Fae


Well I hope u didn't hurt urself racing over here to see what I wanted.

Wot? Just a dead stare?
That's all u got?

*sigh*
K. See. U's owes me some protection. It's in the contract.
- Old Man

I, personally, don't owe you anything. So I'd watch your tone, Old Man.
- Ntuoranae

That's Erick of the Georges to u Miz Fae, so I'd b watchin' ur own tone, aye?!
- OM

Ha! You think your name means squat here? It's not my fault your guards are out traipsing around @ Hallows.
- N

You think I'm gonna go without protection while ur out riding in the wind, Miz Bitch? Breeze blowin' n ur hair, or what ever it is u do while us mortals r battling for our lives in UR territory @ Hallows, while u romp n play?
- OM

I wouldn't be speaking so lightly of the Fae seeing as your tenure here is dependent on our good graces. Stop! Say no more. Nor would I suggest digging your grave any deeper if I were you. I'll leave you two guards. But that's all I'll spare. Now, I'm gone.
- N

Eeeeiiigh! The way they just disappear like that ain't natural. Can't trust that. No decent person could. Bitch. She's just a go-fer, fetching n carryin' for her Master, anyway. Thinks her sheite don't stink.
- OM

Wicked is as wicked does.

Wow. K. Ur gonna b soooo embarrassed when u come around. Heh heh heh.... Just put it back n ur pants, Bud. - A

But u said ur my little woman. I heard u say that. - R

Rogue. I'm not ur little anything. That was a ploy, aye? To help get us in. Oh, y am I bothering. U ain't gonna remember any a this anyway. K. That's a good boy. Just wrap it back up n go nite-y nite like a good Blader. N it will all b better in the mornin'. - A

Maaaammmmy... - R

Nope. Ain't ur mama either. Heh heh heh... This has been truly entertaining. - A

Arrow! Please?! I'm floating. There's no ground! - R

*sigh* Huh. Ok. I'm not unfamiliar with the ride. Shove over a mite n u can hang on to me for the duration. I ain't entirely wicked. Despite wot somes may think. - A

Faery Dust

Wot the hay is that? - Rogue

Faery dust. - Arrow

Hey! Don't b comin' near me with that crap! I've heard the talk. Eh?! That sheite is waaaay too unpredictable! Arrow. Stop! - R

Baby much? B a good boy n take ur medicine. K? - A

No freakin' way. Hey! Careful with that thing! I like u close but wots with the poison tip dagger under me chin, darlin'? - R

Just a little quality control while I... - A

Oh no u didn't! Arrow! I refused treatment! Fuck me! I can't believe u put that sheite on me. I told u no! N move this freakin' dagger away for u truly kill me off! Lords a Sanctuary. Woman! - R

Just a second more. Wait for it... just... wait... for... it.... Annnd... Now! - A

Oh! Wow! Oh Darlin! So u like my blade do u? C'mere little wifey n I'll aquaint u better with it. Wots u doin' on the other side a the room now. Eh? Come closer. Oh! Ow! Y's me head achin'? Arrow? Help! Me eyes! 'S like the room's melting! Arrow! - R

'S ok Ace. Just close ur eyes n let it happen. N no I ain't ur wifey so keep ur blade in ur pants. Rogue. Rogue! Oh, sheite. That was a visual I coulda done without. - A