Ha! I woke with an armful of soft n round sprawled out over my chest. Damn straight I'm late. - Rogue
Heh heh... Well come on then. Berin's over hedge doing recon.
Trust me, Eve was just protecting her investment. It was the only way to keep ur ass quiet. - A
Huh. N u know this how? - R
Cuz when I stopped to ensure u weren't giving Evie a hard time u were outta it, thrashin' about n hollarin' for someone named Jemma. It was all Eve n I could do to hold u down. Poor little BS was hanging on for dear life.
Wot?
Cat got ur tongue?
K. Nvr mnd. I can see this is a no talk zone for u. - A
That's the last time either one a ya lays hands on me. H'ain't been so tripped out in years as in the last 72 hrs. - R
Try 96. We were in old hoary gnome's a mite longer than u think. The Bramble Wood's not the only place in Faelan that has weird time filters. - A
Sheite. True?? K. U all r done with my ass for sure. Hands off ladies. No question. No touchy. Not u. N certainly not Evora. Next time. Just let the Ghoul sheite do its thing. iiiiight? - R
Hows the leg this morning?
Wot?
Nothing to say? - A
*sigh* Fine! Oozing is gone. Little clean hole with a bit of proud flesh 'round it. Nice white bandage on top. Don't know wot she dipped that little begger in b4 sticking him to me, but the only hang over is the echo a that crazy dreaming. All bits r in working order - givin' the stand I was sprouting over the armful I woke up too this morn. That do it for ya? Got what u wanted to hear? - R
Lol lol... TMI no balls, TMI. - A
Hey! Trust me. I got 'em. Slightly blue. But all intact n raring to go. Sad, when all I had time for was a change a clothes n a re-stock a me pack. N u's not an option, as I've said, caint b trusted...
- R
Ha! I nvr was nor evr will b n option n not fer ur reasoning either! - A
I think u protest too much, eh?
Shush now. No sputtering...
Soo... Where's council gatherin'?
Hey Berin, 'sup? - R
Nada. No Grave Walkers, no Ghouls, no Weres. NOT liking this. There should be a whiff of something. - B
Wot kinda look is that? Wot u 2 hiding?
No. Don't shake ur head. Tell me. - R
Synod's at Lios Na Grainsi. - A
K. Not wot youse is hiding, but we'll go with that. Y they meeting at the Faery Circle? Y not Linnhe Dhubh? - R
Ha! Think they'd bring the likes a u into their precious Elbana? Not. Lol... Lios Grange at least gives the appearance that they don't care n its business as usual. - B
That's cuz it is business as usual. They don't care. N everyone's at Lios prepping for Samhain. We're going to them hat in hand, even if this council is at their demand.
So, we ready to go? - A
*nod* - B
K. Boots on tight Rogue? Grab me belt loop would ya? Don't want u gettin' lost in transit. - A
Oh sheite! I hate this.
K. Set.
Beam me up Scotty... - R
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