Submitted by Char on Thu, 08/05/2010 - 1:39am
Blame Irk. The "WIP" part was more truthful than usual this week! You'd think she had a day job or somethin'.
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"Ey, I can boss me own men 'round, wench. BOYS! Even the ones of you I calls women! Haul yer arses up in a line here, it ain't as if yer all dead!"
There are a few grunts and mumbles suggesting that they're unsure of that, but the lot of them look healthy enough.
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My eyes widen. I then cut the most formal bow that I can possibly execute with any due swiftness. "I am being summoned." I'd bother with more words, but Luciprochoros demands my presence so immediately that I'm to just bring the former Peacock King along with me instead of taking the time to lay him somewhere secure.
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"Are you ashamed of me? Is that why?" Her voice is twisted, bitter. "You never wanted any part of me, is that right?"
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There is a kitten sitting on my head and I've no idea how it got there.
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See you... uh... tomorrow! :D
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