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Post by The GM on Mar 2, 2016 23:21:50 GMT
"Yup!" He says proudly "but i dont always get to see visitors and you guys are interesting." "Uh huh. You should get out more. Parents drop you off here permanently?" "The preists say I have to stay here now, and they try and keep me busy" |
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Post by theros on Mar 2, 2016 23:46:54 GMT
"Uh huh. You should get out more. Parents drop you off here permanently?" "The preists say I have to stay here now, and they try and keep me busy" "why'dya hafta stay here?" |
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Post by Caerus on Mar 2, 2016 23:51:55 GMT
"Kidnapping little boys eh?" He shakes his head and makes a 'tsk tsk' noise before saying to himself. "Way to break the mold gentlemen."
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Post by virgil on Mar 3, 2016 1:11:15 GMT
Meanwhile Virgil looks like he is having trouble deciding whether he should be enjoying Caerus' humor or stabbing him in the back. He instead decides to walk away.
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Post by Caerus on Mar 3, 2016 2:32:47 GMT
Meanwhile Virgil looks like he is having trouble deciding whether he should be enjoying Caerus' humor or stabbing him in the back. He instead decides to walk away. He gives a cheeky grin to Virgil that immediately drops to a serious expression once Virgil walks away. He glances at Rolland. "Do you have tea around?" |
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Post by The GM on Mar 3, 2016 3:45:20 GMT
Meanwhile Virgil looks like he is having trouble deciding whether he should be enjoying Caerus' humor or stabbing him in the back. He instead decides to walk away. He gives a cheeky grin to Virgil that immediately drops to a serious expression once Virgil walks away. He glances at Rolland. "Do you have tea around?" "What kind would you like? I bet I can find some" |
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Post by Caerus on Mar 3, 2016 3:46:41 GMT
He gives a cheeky grin to Virgil that immediately drops to a serious expression once Virgil walks away. He glances at Rolland. "Do you have tea around?" "What kind would you like? I bet I can find some" "Black please. Crysynthe blend if possible. Sugar. Milk. You're a saviour. Thanks." |
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Post by The GM on Mar 3, 2016 4:01:00 GMT
"What kind would you like? I bet I can find some" "Black please. Crysynthe blend if possible. Sugar. Milk. You're a saviour. Thanks." He grins and runs off to find some returning some time later with said specified tea, "I couldn't find much milk so I hope this is okay" |
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Post by Caerus on Mar 3, 2016 4:05:30 GMT
"Black please. Crysynthe blend if possible. Sugar. Milk. You're a saviour. Thanks." He grins and runs off to find some returning some time later with said specified tea, "I couldn't find much milk so I hope this is okay" "It will do." He says gratefully, taking the cup excited before he eyes it with moderate suspicion. "What's your name anyways?" |
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Post by theros on Mar 3, 2016 4:25:15 GMT
"The preists say I have to stay here now, and they try and keep me busy" "why'dya hafta stay here?" Kai, annoyed at being ignored, turns attention to Caerus. "So didja get the guy?" |
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Post by Caerus on Mar 3, 2016 4:33:42 GMT
"why'dya hafta stay here?" Kai, annoyed at being ignored, turns attention to Caerus. "So didja get the guy?" "My work is complete." He says with a nod as he sips the tea. |
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Post by The GM on Mar 3, 2016 13:36:57 GMT
He grins and runs off to find some returning some time later with said specified tea, "I couldn't find much milk so I hope this is okay" "It will do." He says gratefully, taking the cup excited before he eyes it with moderate suspicion. "What's your name anyways?" "It's Rolland." |
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Post by theros on Mar 3, 2016 13:52:03 GMT
"It will do." He says gratefully, taking the cup excited before he eyes it with moderate suspicion. "What's your name anyways?" "It's Rolland." "So why'dya hafta stay here? What if you want to go?" |
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Post by Caerus on Mar 3, 2016 19:18:32 GMT
"So why'dya hafta stay here? What if you want to go?" "I imagine he has no where else to go or the church can utilise its very nice fine clauses it tags to promises of services. Once you join you can never leave...Very cult-like. I like it." It's hard to tell if he's being serious as he moves to go through his satchel, finds a new book, and sprawls out on the armchair again, legs hanging off the arm again. He spends a few minutes studying the cover and first few pages with apparent satisfaction, like a cat toying with a mouse. |
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Post by The GM on Mar 3, 2016 19:23:15 GMT
"So why'dya hafta stay here? What if you want to go?" "Well the priests say the need me here and I don't have another place to live." |
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