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Hiiiiiiiiii. ::waves:: I talked to Namuras!
Namuras: tried speaking to...Ulabloom. Or something that sounded like that.
Norolinde: Lume. Ulalume.
Namuras: What's wrong with a decent name like 'Emily'
Norolinde: Gorlim picked it.
Namuras: Ah.
Norolinde: ::blinks at him::
Norolinde: . . . oh, did that have a point?
Namuras: which part?
Norolinde: I can't remember.
Namuras: Ah. Sold yourself?
Norolinde: When?
Namuras: At any point.
Norolinde: Not that I can recall . . . was I supposed to? o.o Did I miss an appointment?
Namuras: *pokes a finger into Noro's forehead* no, they appear to be still in there.
Norolinde: What?
Namuras because I thought I was talking to a vapid little twat for a moment. Happens.
Norolinde: . . . ::slaps him::
Namuras: *rubs the side of his face* “Thank you, Namuras, for caring to make sure I hadn't suffered brain damage or just become MORE crazy”
Norolinde: Thank you, Namuras, for insulting me AND for opening that sentence with a " and closing it with a '.
((which didn’t actually happen. she *is* nutty))
Namuras: it's one of my little pleasures in life.
Norolinde: Don't call me that.
Namuras: I didn't call you anything.
Norolinde: Then you're a liar too.
Namuras: And what did I call you?
Norolinde: It's not a name I care to say, thank you.
Namuras: *tilts his head* twat?
Norolinde: ::twitches:: Stop.
Namuras: do I feel like it?
Norolinde: Do you feel like having me keep talking to you?
Namuras: considering the usual quality of your conversation.
Norolinde: Well, you keep sticking around.
Namuras: explained that.
Norolinde: I think you're here just to annoy me.
Namuras: at times.
Norolinde: ::gives him a nasty smile:: So what'm I to you?
Namuras: woman I love. Woman I'm convinced I'd be better off giving a noose.
Norolinde: Well, why do you love me? Never turns out well. Statistically.
Namuras: I'm already dead.
Norolinde: ::harumphs:: Egomaniac.
Namuras: That would be new.
Norolinde: ::rolls her eyes and turns away:: Go.
Namuras: if you can make me.
Norolinde: What, you want me to pick you up and move you?
Namuras: Whatever comes to mind.
Norolinde: Go awaaaaaaaaaaaay. There.
Namuras: *apathetically* no.
Norolinde: Please?
Namuras: I'm bored. I want to see you do something self-destructive.
Norolinde: Got something cutty?
Namuras: *holds up a knife*
Norolinde: ::blinks serenely:: You have to stop carrying these things around near me.
Namuras: and deprive myself of entertainment?
Norolinde: Well, you did say you loved me.
Namuras: have fun
Norolinde: Mmmhmm. ::grabs knife and begins to clean under her fingernails::
Namuras: *smiles and sits down on a endtable* very good.
Norolinde: Don't fall off, now. ::flicks the dirt from off the tip::
Namuras: I wondered if it would work.
Norolinde: ::peers intently at the blade:: If what would?
Namuras: *picks up the knife gingerly* Whether I could hand you something without you stabbing yourself.
Norolinde: I'm trying to reform.
Namuras: I'm very proud.
Norolinde: Does that mean you're not going away?
Namuras: no. I may stop openly insulting you, however.
Norolinde: Oh, gee, thanks.
Namuras: mm.
Norolinde: Do I still get to insult you?
Namuras: feel free.
Norolinde: Cool. ::hands him a hat::
Namuras: *lets it drop through his hands*
Norolinde: Brat.
Namuras: Perhaps.
Norolinde: . . . so.
Namuras: this started because I wanted to tell you I'd met your daughter.
Norolinde: And you didn't kill her. Go you.
Namuras: I can do that later.
Norolinde: I don't like you when you talk like that.
Namuras: you bring the topic up.
Norolinde: And you respond. It's called "baiting".
Namuras: I could. If you'd like.
Norolinde: Kill her?
Namuras: *tugs a bit of Noro's hair*
Norolinde: Ow! Don't you touch her.
Namuras: save you from your awful little responsibilities.
Norolinde: She's my child!
Namuras: Yes? Calling her your daughter implies I know this
Norolinde: No touching of my children in any harmful way.
Namuras: what if Quorin asks nicely?
Norolinde: No.
Norolinde: I'll have sex with you if you do, because that's apparently really traumatizing.
Namuras: it is?
Norolinde: Yup. Freaks everybody out.
Namuras: I seem to have forgotten that.
Norolinde: Nobody'll do it.
Namuras: ask me nicely
Norolinde: I think you're castrated.
Namuras: No, cold wet and semi-crazed just doesn't do it for me.
Norolinde: So find someone who does. Easy.
Namuras castrated?
Norolinde: You certainly never made a real move.
Namuras: I'm usually trying to keep you alive.
Norolinde: ::shrugs:: It might keep me distracted, y'know.
Namuras: may I distract you then?
Norolinde: ::blinks:: Great, what do you want to do *now*?
Namuras: this may be the actual reason I never try anything.
Norolinde: ::headtilts:: I'm vapid and stuff.
Namuras: *sighs and covers his face to hide a blush*
Norolinde: Oooooh. What? Are you embarrassed? ::pokes his arm::
Namuras: *fades a little*
Norolinde: ::pouts:: Going? Okay.
Namuras: that would be what you wanted, wouldn't it
Norolinde: ::shrugs:: I'm not gonna make you stay. I'm eeeeeeevil. You must remember this.
Namuras: I'm getting the impression.
Norolinde: ::smiles and pecks him on his semi-transparent cheek::
Namuras: *scoops Norolinde up*
Norolinde: Ooh. Hi.
Namuras: Hi. You asked what I wanted to do now, yes?
Norolinde: ::looks up at him and nods::
Namuras: alright then. *teleports off with her*
And we had sex!
I think. It's really hard to tell with these kinds of puppets.
Namuras: tried speaking to...Ulabloom. Or something that sounded like that.
Norolinde: Lume. Ulalume.
Namuras: What's wrong with a decent name like 'Emily'
Norolinde: Gorlim picked it.
Namuras: Ah.
Norolinde: ::blinks at him::
Norolinde: . . . oh, did that have a point?
Namuras: which part?
Norolinde: I can't remember.
Namuras: Ah. Sold yourself?
Norolinde: When?
Namuras: At any point.
Norolinde: Not that I can recall . . . was I supposed to? o.o Did I miss an appointment?
Namuras: *pokes a finger into Noro's forehead* no, they appear to be still in there.
Norolinde: What?
Namuras because I thought I was talking to a vapid little twat for a moment. Happens.
Norolinde: . . . ::slaps him::
Namuras: *rubs the side of his face* “Thank you, Namuras, for caring to make sure I hadn't suffered brain damage or just become MORE crazy”
Norolinde: Thank you, Namuras, for insulting me AND for opening that sentence with a " and closing it with a '.
((which didn’t actually happen. she *is* nutty))
Namuras: it's one of my little pleasures in life.
Norolinde: Don't call me that.
Namuras: I didn't call you anything.
Norolinde: Then you're a liar too.
Namuras: And what did I call you?
Norolinde: It's not a name I care to say, thank you.
Namuras: *tilts his head* twat?
Norolinde: ::twitches:: Stop.
Namuras: do I feel like it?
Norolinde: Do you feel like having me keep talking to you?
Namuras: considering the usual quality of your conversation.
Norolinde: Well, you keep sticking around.
Namuras: explained that.
Norolinde: I think you're here just to annoy me.
Namuras: at times.
Norolinde: ::gives him a nasty smile:: So what'm I to you?
Namuras: woman I love. Woman I'm convinced I'd be better off giving a noose.
Norolinde: Well, why do you love me? Never turns out well. Statistically.
Namuras: I'm already dead.
Norolinde: ::harumphs:: Egomaniac.
Namuras: That would be new.
Norolinde: ::rolls her eyes and turns away:: Go.
Namuras: if you can make me.
Norolinde: What, you want me to pick you up and move you?
Namuras: Whatever comes to mind.
Norolinde: Go awaaaaaaaaaaaay. There.
Namuras: *apathetically* no.
Norolinde: Please?
Namuras: I'm bored. I want to see you do something self-destructive.
Norolinde: Got something cutty?
Namuras: *holds up a knife*
Norolinde: ::blinks serenely:: You have to stop carrying these things around near me.
Namuras: and deprive myself of entertainment?
Norolinde: Well, you did say you loved me.
Namuras: have fun
Norolinde: Mmmhmm. ::grabs knife and begins to clean under her fingernails::
Namuras: *smiles and sits down on a endtable* very good.
Norolinde: Don't fall off, now. ::flicks the dirt from off the tip::
Namuras: I wondered if it would work.
Norolinde: ::peers intently at the blade:: If what would?
Namuras: *picks up the knife gingerly* Whether I could hand you something without you stabbing yourself.
Norolinde: I'm trying to reform.
Namuras: I'm very proud.
Norolinde: Does that mean you're not going away?
Namuras: no. I may stop openly insulting you, however.
Norolinde: Oh, gee, thanks.
Namuras: mm.
Norolinde: Do I still get to insult you?
Namuras: feel free.
Norolinde: Cool. ::hands him a hat::
Namuras: *lets it drop through his hands*
Norolinde: Brat.
Namuras: Perhaps.
Norolinde: . . . so.
Namuras: this started because I wanted to tell you I'd met your daughter.
Norolinde: And you didn't kill her. Go you.
Namuras: I can do that later.
Norolinde: I don't like you when you talk like that.
Namuras: you bring the topic up.
Norolinde: And you respond. It's called "baiting".
Namuras: I could. If you'd like.
Norolinde: Kill her?
Namuras: *tugs a bit of Noro's hair*
Norolinde: Ow! Don't you touch her.
Namuras: save you from your awful little responsibilities.
Norolinde: She's my child!
Namuras: Yes? Calling her your daughter implies I know this
Norolinde: No touching of my children in any harmful way.
Namuras: what if Quorin asks nicely?
Norolinde: No.
Norolinde: I'll have sex with you if you do, because that's apparently really traumatizing.
Namuras: it is?
Norolinde: Yup. Freaks everybody out.
Namuras: I seem to have forgotten that.
Norolinde: Nobody'll do it.
Namuras: ask me nicely
Norolinde: I think you're castrated.
Namuras: No, cold wet and semi-crazed just doesn't do it for me.
Norolinde: So find someone who does. Easy.
Namuras castrated?
Norolinde: You certainly never made a real move.
Namuras: I'm usually trying to keep you alive.
Norolinde: ::shrugs:: It might keep me distracted, y'know.
Namuras: may I distract you then?
Norolinde: ::blinks:: Great, what do you want to do *now*?
Namuras: this may be the actual reason I never try anything.
Norolinde: ::headtilts:: I'm vapid and stuff.
Namuras: *sighs and covers his face to hide a blush*
Norolinde: Oooooh. What? Are you embarrassed? ::pokes his arm::
Namuras: *fades a little*
Norolinde: ::pouts:: Going? Okay.
Namuras: that would be what you wanted, wouldn't it
Norolinde: ::shrugs:: I'm not gonna make you stay. I'm eeeeeeevil. You must remember this.
Namuras: I'm getting the impression.
Norolinde: ::smiles and pecks him on his semi-transparent cheek::
Namuras: *scoops Norolinde up*
Norolinde: Ooh. Hi.
Namuras: Hi. You asked what I wanted to do now, yes?
Norolinde: ::looks up at him and nods::
Namuras: alright then. *teleports off with her*
And we had sex!
I think. It's really hard to tell with these kinds of puppets.