*feels head, finds long hair, partially braided. Recalls that cigars make me sick. Likes steak well done. Notes ale in hand.*
I have no idea who that would be.
Come on in, sit down, I'll buy you a few rounds. I know the innkeepers, you won't be bothered if you're with me. Now then. We have a problem with you, Haldir and full moons. And I think all three of us would like to see that problem disappear, right?
You do realize that there are none of these 'agents' of which you speak in Arda. It must bother you immensely to have your mind skewed like that. You would, I assume, prefer to be fully in control of your own mind? As would most anyone who posessed one?
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I have no idea who that would be.
Come on in, sit down, I'll buy you a few rounds. I know the innkeepers, you won't be bothered if you're with me. Now then. We have a problem with you, Haldir and full moons. And I think all three of us would like to see that problem disappear, right?
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Rounds? Agents do not drink...
O.o;;;
I think this form's mind is having an effect...
Well, maybe one...
Yes, I think so; embarrassing problem...
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You do realize that there are none of these 'agents' of which you speak in Arda. It must bother you immensely to have your mind skewed like that. You would, I assume, prefer to be fully in control of your own mind? As would most anyone who posessed one?
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Look, I don't mind turning human - I once had control over that aspect. Having NO SAY at all is the ass-pain-y part of the deal...
Don't ask me what started it; all that matters is it stops because frequent glompings are throwing out my back.
Just leave in the bullet-dodging program; I rather like that trick. Loads of fun, if you catch my drift...
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