Ioreth: >.>
Jade: Come on, you'll barely know I'm here! Especially since I won't be, most of the time. Responsibilities in Mandos, afterall
Ioreth: freeloader! tramp!
Jade: You've got my blood, what more do you want?
Ioreth: soul? Fealty?
Jade: What exactly does fealty involve?
Ioreth: Mouth and Erendis
Jade: As far as I call tell, all Erendis ( Read more... )

( In which Ioreth and Mouth discuss what is to be done with Thorondir and Mouth buggers off to Rivendell )

Ioreth: Is our month over yet?
Mouth: Six more days.
Mouth: ...but if you want it to be over...
Ioreth: Oh, by all means, stick with your month thing
Mouth: Um...please? *eyesdarts* Really miss you.
Ioreth: mm
Mouth: Listen - I was really stupid to go. I thought it was the right thing and I've since realized that I'm a better person while ( Read more... )

Mouth has a new lookMe too. Managed to fix my little problem. Of course, I'm now male and approaching Grima's height but really. There's worse things that could have happened. Like staying a four year old ( Read more... )

Hate hate hate.

Children, when messing with your old virii samples, don't spill.

I need a footstool.

and some grape juice.

Ioreth: School uniform. Right now. :D
Mouth: ...
Mouth: Yes ma'am.
Ioreth: O_O yay
Mouth: You're evil and twisted and I love you.

A long-awaited victory indeed.

Still missing: Mouth, Gwathren.

Suspicions: Mouth has been eaten by bunnies, Gwathren has gotten lost.

Dead: Gilraen, Trotter.

Time until revival: Gilraen in five minutes, Trotter in a week or two.

Projects in progress: Arwen clone. Nearly done modifying her mind.

I think a nap is in order.

*flips the switch start the process on Gilraen's

Well, it's ran off again.

You know? I don't care. I'm not going to lament, follow him or anything. I'm just going to get some damn work done. >.

Namuras is back and no, none of you are getting an emotionally detailed response from me. I'll just sit here and stare at you stoically until you go away. That is all.

Let's see.

One is fucking the teenager. The other is convinced his nicely murderous wife is deserving of me not harvesting her organs for genetic material and the LAST of you is rotting in the backyard.

god. Only the women around here are worth my breath.