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My dear residents of the Gilded Castle,
I will mutilate you beyond all recognition of your questionable humanity if you bring so much as a drop of that paint into the house.
Sincerely,
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I will mutilate you beyond all recognition of your questionable humanity if you bring so much as a drop of that paint into the house.
Sincerely,
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look who is walking into the main lobby tracking in bright yellow, dappled green and orange on the sleeves and face.
come at me bro :) :) :)]
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You know, I really would enjoy pulling each of you into your respective pieces. It would be quieter, cleaner, the overall intelligence of the home would increase exponentially...
[Le sigh. Life is so hard.]
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Did you write the note from earlier?
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[He looks so disappointed. Why can't he have nice roommates...]
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Were you sincere?
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To a certain extent, I suppose it may as well be me who tells you that violence is prohibited in the city.
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er i mean :)]
Will that stop you?
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That is rather the point.
[He leaves his little perch on the upper floor, coming down the stairs.]
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breathing out llllow and ssslow.]
I must not understand. Was the threat of pain supposed to be enough?
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[Shrug. Sorry to get your hopes up newbie.]
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shrug. he leans back on a heel before drifting into motion, walking around him toward the stairs. little yellow feets...]
Is, eh...not effective way to persuade here, I think.
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[Ugh. Those footprints. Arabia lays a light hand on the young man, not even grabbing, just an invitation to wait a moment longer.
Any mild prickling sensations that might happen to coincide with this may be chalked up to a very small and very sharp stone pin. The point of which has been coated in a very curious potion that Arabia spent the afternoon preparing in between writing passive-aggressive notes to the resident vampire.
The only other symptom which presents itself besides the light prick which was required to instigate the paralysis would be the very distinct taste of honey in one's mouth.]
Hmm. Welcome to the house.
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his breath his a loud hiss, sending lame arms swinging out in a wild windmill to swipe and send away any and everything in his reach. mind your pretty stupid face, mister priss! something is slurred, thick and foreign, sending a bit of spittle out from between his teeth as he takes a knee. jackal grin and big eyes, like a little animal.
HEH...SHIT, WHAT DID YOU DO.]
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[He really doesn't appreciate that final flail, wincing back slightly because, seriously his pretty face is in jeopardy. Since he has been in Splendor he has found his magics rather diminished, which is not entirely surprising considering he is separated from the ultimate source of his energies. He would normally avoid such close quarters for this very reason, but the stone pin was a useful substitute for the amount of raw power he would otherwise have had to put into the machination in this unfortunate climate.
At least the silly thing is still now, and Arabia brushes his wet cheek off disdainfully. The neck order of business is clearly to take our erstwhile Darkov by the back of the collar and drag him right back out the front door where he can be displayed upon the lawn.]
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just give him like two hours. your room? trashed.]
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