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Post by Seven on Jun 26, 2006 5:21:27 GMT -5
What if....
Post by Seven on Feb 13, 2006, 10:27pm
what if we were all back in the 1500's under trial of the Holy Inquisition being accused of witchcraft and sorcery in Venice, Italy?
Cardanal: Bring in (names everyone, I'm too lazy).
*people throw things and sneer at as as we walk in*
Monk: The accussations are: witchcraft, santanism, enchanting, and other forms of magic. You will be questioned until verdict, or God save you, confession. What do you have to say for yourselves?
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Re: What if....
Post by Hope on Feb 14, 2006, 4:48pm
AHHH what ever it is I DIDNT DO IT!!!!!!! i'm innocent!!! I swear!!!! i've behaved my self!!!! i never hurt anybody !!! please spare me!!!! Jesus, help them to see!!!! *pulls out rosary and brgins to pray*
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Re: What if....
Post by Nadir on Feb 14, 2006, 6:15pm
Erik sits before the 'holy men' and stifles laughter.
If they knew the full extent of what he HAS done, they wouldn't be convicting him of something so minor as witchcraft....
....however, Erik soon realizes, should they remove his mask...
...well...
...there most likely going to tie his noose around him under accusation of being Satan's son.
Bloody hell.
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Re: What if....
Post by Pan on Feb 14, 2006, 9:44pm
we did nothing!!! we ant santanist! no way we're far from that!! loook! *pools out crows from under shurt* a person of Satan can not were this!.....non of us here did any thing!...*looks over at Erik*.....just humm......yah...shit *thinking:oh crap if they see Erik face we're done for...poor Erik.....*
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Re: What if....
Post by whisperingshadows on Feb 14, 2006, 10:43pm
i havent done any of that im just a vampire........
oh fuck i shuld not have said that right?
.....fuck...
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Re: What if....
Post by Snape on Feb 14, 2006, 11:09pm
It takes the monks a moment to haul the young man in. Severus had read about these trails but he never thought he would ever be subjected to one. The men before him inspire much disgust within his tainted heart. He bores his dark eyes into the cardinal’s, hoping to instill some fear and perhaps gain some knowledge of the man. He’ll need all the fodder he can get. There is about to be one hell of a verbal brawl.
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Re: What if....
Post by Seven on Feb 15, 2006, 9:33am
Monk: SILENCE! Tha accussed are not allowed to speak unless under question or in confesion! *he turns to the Cardnal* we can all plainly see, everyone in this ROOM can see how they ar clearly possessed--they now even claim to be VAMPIRES!*he walks by Severus* look how his eyes shine with the devil's scorn; Cardinal, we can all see the evil that emits from them! And you--take off your mask--
Serena interjects: but were innocent--do you even have evidence, or on what reason have we been brought here?
Cardinal: Did you not understand the proceedings of hte trial? You and your friends are on the brink of hell--and you dare question us? Your kind has brought plague to Venice--and until all darkness has been a quitted from the city, we remain in punishment from God for your crimes!
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Re: What if....
Post by Snape on Feb 15, 2006, 5:09pm
Severus laughs a mirthless laugh as the monk passes. “Satan’s scorn.” he chuckles under his breath. He’ll soon show them scorn. As the monks hurriedly strap him to the chair, he has already taken steps to undo their hasty knots.
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Re: What if....
Post by Nadir on Feb 15, 2006, 5:25pm
Erik sits completely at ease, not particularly caring at the moment the actions of either party, accused or judging. He looks much too entranced reafirming his knowledge of architecture by studying certain archs and windows in the building of their conviction...and perhaps a couple god areas a ghost might be able to disappear to.
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Re: What if....
Post by whisperingshadows on Feb 15, 2006, 6:57pm
*morgen raises her hand rather elagently, she seems to look thrugh the cardenal*
dear sir, it is not the mater of being on the brink of hell.... iv been there and come back,
not a verry nice place and i dont plan on going back any time soo, espeshaly not at your hands so if you dont mind, i will just be leveing now
* smiles with a knowing look and makes a motion to stand, *
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Re: What if....
Post by Seven on Feb 15, 2006, 7:15pm
The cardanal scowls with minor rage, "Silence! You are not to speak much less offend this holy rite!" The monks push her back down, "You aren't going ANYWHERE without a proper judgement!"
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Re: What if....
Post by Snape on Feb 15, 2006, 7:26pm
"And who are you to judge anyone?" he sneers at the Cardinal, his cold black eyes laced with impudence. There is nothing more offensive to him than a hypocrite acting under the guise of a religious man. He makes no move to get up, just yet.
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Re: What if....
Post by Mya on Feb 15, 2006, 8:06pm
*Sits silently, just waiting for someone to notice the shape of the pentagram necklace under her shirt, trying to figure out a way out of this idiotic situation*
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Re: What if....
Post by whisperingshadows on Feb 15, 2006, 9:10pm
*crosses legs with a humph andf thinks to her self*
~ i may as well poof out of here, but i ahve nothing beter to do~
*begins absentmindedly snaping her fingers on her right hand and creating small flames to hold in her hand till she closes her hand and snuffs them out*
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Re: What if....
Post by Mya on Feb 15, 2006, 9:24pm
*Looks over at Morgen* You'r enot helping.
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Re: What if....
Post by Pan on Feb 15, 2006, 9:48pm
Pleaces cardanal look inot your heart is this really right? Have we really done wrong? Pleace do not assume befor you know cardanal I am a chiled of God just like every one elce here *try to make morgen see that this might save them if she shuts up*and i have spocen with Jesus wethere you belive me or not. and if you don't belive me not demon can say theis words.
Our Father, who art in heaven,
hallowed be thy name.
Thy Kingdom come,
thy will be done,
on earth as it is in heaven
Give us this day our daily bread.
And forgive us our trespasses,
as we forgive those who trespass against us.
And lead us not into temptation,
but deliver us from evil.
For thine is the kingdom, the power and the glory. for ever and ever. Amen
I know you know and truly think about what it all meens.
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Re: What if....
Post by Snape on Feb 15, 2006, 10:06pm
Severus looks to the Cardinal in rather challenging way, almost daring him to speak. The young man has used his little gift to probe the holy man's recent memories. Needless to say, his past actions have been somewhat less than honorable. "Did your Christ not say, 'He who is without sin, cast the first stone'?" he hisses.
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Re: What if....
Post by Mya on Feb 16, 2006, 5:26pm
*Rolls eyes, mutters* Great... We get to be killed because Snape and Morgen can't shut up....
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Re: What if....
Post by Seven on Feb 16, 2006, 5:53pm
The cardinal ponders this with some wisdom of expereince, but the young monk turns to him in anger, "Father, even the Devil himself and quote scripture perfectly, they mean to decieve us, and again and again step out of line by disregarding the our rules of only speaking when spoken too!" the monk turn to the common people in the audience," Are these villians not guilty for their sins? they seem to give many excuses, but they refuse to recant!" The ausdience gives hardy bawl, many things heard within the crowd such as 'burn them' 'hang them' 'witches, demons,' the list goes on. The monk turns back to the cardinal with a smirk, then back to the accussed, "do you or do you not confess? Do you reacant your crimes?"
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Re: What if....
Post by Mya on Feb 16, 2006, 5:56pm
*Looks seriously pissed, mutters something incoherant*
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Re: What if....
Post by Seven on Feb 16, 2006, 5:56pm
the monk comes closer to her, "do you, withc, recant for your sins--or deny them?"
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Re: What if....
Post by Mya on Feb 16, 2006, 6:03pm
Its not a sin. It's a religion.
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Re: What if....
Post by Snape on Feb 16, 2006, 7:58pm
Severus begins to laugh. The idea of him recanting what he is by birth is absolutely ridiculous. These muggles of the past are even more foolish than those of modern day. And from his perspective, that is saying a lot. He turns to the crowd and smiles as if to say, “I’m not denying anything.” He has no fear of these people as history has provided him with many tricks.
In the far corner of the room, a nobleman sits in the stands watching the scene with extreme curiosity. He looks over all of the accused with a rather puzzled expression. Such strange apparel on them all . . . Surely, they are foreign . . . Poor fools . . . Vampire? . . . Why on Earth is that fellow wearing such a mask? The festival is months away. His eyes suddenly fall upon Severus. Strange boy . . . yet familiar . . . Surely he is not a true . . . where have I seen him?
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Re: What if....
Post by Rene on Feb 18, 2006, 3:07pm
*is sitting quietly listening to the preceedings around her*
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Re: What if....
Post by Seven on Feb 20, 2006, 11:24pm
The cardinal looks down at Pan, "Dmitri, the girl," he indicates to Pan, "has shown her worth and seems to be inconsivably mixed up with the rest of these villians. I do believe her innocence, despite her strange attire, and that she may be realsed.
The young monk, Dmitri, looks at the Cardanal slightly appaulled, "But surely Father, she is one of them--she means to decieve us all with words as sweet as fruits of summer!"
The cardanal stares her over, "We shall continue then--and further asess them."
The monk turns back to the large group, his eyes chose to accuse Severus this time, "And you sir--what do yoe mean by you deny nothing? Surely you cannot mean you wish to burn both in this life and eternally for the sins of you dark arts? Or have you already sealed your soul away with the print of your blood that you care not anymore?"
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Re: What if....
Post by Snape on Feb 20, 2006, 11:41pm
Severus looks at the Cardinal, and laughs a little. Primitive fools. Perhaps he should try and explain. It will do no harm either way from his point of view. “What I mean to say sir, is that I am a Sorcerer, a wielder of magic, if you will. I am this by birth.” he says proudly, much to the shock of the crowd, “I have power greater than you could possibly imagine. If that makes me a child of Satan, then I accept it.” He chuckles at the reaction from those behind him.
In the far corner of the room, the nobleman puts a hand to his head. This boy is mad . . . What in Christ’s name does he think he’s doing? . . . Well, he’s already dead, so why am I worrying? The nobleman leans back in his chair and watches as the accused are pelted with rotten fruit and vegetables.
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Re: What if....
Post by Seven on Feb 20, 2006, 11:49pm
The face of both the young monk and the cardinal redden with rage, "damned soccerer! You that bringst plague to our fair city--you shall be damned as you have chosen!" The monk spits at him then turns to the audience, "THEY ARE ALL SATAN'S CHILDREN!! WE MUST DESTROY THEM BEFORE THEY SUMMON DEMONS TO DESTROY US!" the crowd gives an angry yell, bursting throught he stalls. Never before has there been such a commotion stirred up in a trial before. They go to tie all of the accused up.
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Re: What if....
Post by Snape on Feb 20, 2006, 11:57pm
Severus begins to laugh. “Now, don’t get you’re nickers into a twist, I said that I was a Sorceror. I failed to say anything about them!” he shouts above the chaos, looking vey composed for a man who is about to be burned alive, “The rest of these fools are nothing but clumsy travelers. Satan himself would be insulted were he associated with any of these people! I advise you release them all, or may your God help you.”
The nobleman nods slowly. I must admit, he has style.
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Re: What if....
Post by Seven on Feb 21, 2006, 12:06am
The monk's fat nostrils flair, "then why do you traverse with them? Or are you controlling their minds, forcing them to be your slaves," the monk says, taking shadenfreude in seing that this young man becomes convicted of more crimes than he can handle.
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Re: What if....
Post by Snape on Feb 21, 2006, 12:47am
Severus yawns. “Basically.” he replies airily. The crowd gives a unanimous gasp and starts throwing fruit at him. “Do you mind!” he shouts angrily, a fire in his dark eyes. Women scream, men shout, you all know the routine. Severus gives his companions a nod, signaling that they should play along and not to worry about him.
The nobleman in the back looks at the boy warily. His mother must be so proud . . . Wait a minute . . . That’s were I’ve seen him! . . . Good God! . . . He’s one of my kin! . . . I should have known! Suddenly, he stands up from his bench. The men at his side all yell, “Antonio! What are you doing, eh?”
“Cardinal!” Antonio Medici shouts, running down to the front of the room, “Cardinal! Please wait a moment! Stop this! Stop this immediately! Arresti questo!” He halts in front of the accused, holding his knees as he pants. The room has fallen silent. All are staring at Medici, hoping for a damn good explanation.
“This, this boy . . . he’s—ah , he’s my nephew!” stammers through his sharp breaths, “I’m so sorry. Perdonilo. I do not know how he escaped . . . He’s terribly mad, you see.” Medici, knocks on Severus’s head, earning him a filthy look. “He thinks he’s a Sorcerer, sad eh?” he sighs, “Poor bambino. Have pity. Look at him.” He grabs Severus’s head in a very Italian way, and holds it up to the Cardinal as if to say, ‘He’s ugly, feel sorry for him.’
“And as for these people, well, I asked them to keep an eye on him for me while I was away. They are foreign. That is why they seem so strange. Please, release them too!” he requests.
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Re: What if....
Post by Seven on Feb 21, 2006, 8:50am
The monk has the look of utter shock and confusion as he turns to the Cardinal, with an almost sub-conscious pleading look. The the cardinal's stern eye looks down and quiets him. The monk retreats, but shoots a snyde look to both Antonio and Severus.
"Well, Lord Medici, since you so graciously claimed him as yours, then I allow you to continue your care for his maddness. But! I advice you to NOT let him lose upon Venice's citizens again....or perhaps you shall be standing trial next..." he says in a slight threatening demeanor, knowing he can take away the man's entire life with a few simple accusations. With that, he rises, a long with the entirity of the room (in his honor) and he walks out, followed by the rest of the priests, and lastly by the young monk.
Once they leave the vicinity, the young monk fierely scrambles to the front where the elderly cardinal walks graciously. "Father," he yelps, "why--shouldn't we have further investigated first? I-I-I mean--at least a background check, to see if he truly is mad, or even related to the family?"
The cardinal puts a hand up to halt his fervish speaking, "My son, did you consider why he might have stepped in...and hy I made my desicion?" the monk remains in silence. "Firstly, all men are the children of God, and should thus be treated so. Secondly, considering Lord Medici reputation is quite heavily at stake, I doubt he would have stepped in for anyone other than his own family. He is a good man, and I doubt he'd lie for the sake of some ruffan. He'd have nothing to gain by doing so, only smearing his respected name with dirt."
"But what if the soccerer is forcing him--or if they are on the same--" the monk is cut off by the lucid words of the old Cardinal.
"I never said there wouldn't be an investigation. It shall just remain...unnamed...not to tarnish the degree of the holy order..." The monk stands in delighted awe, "and you shall be the one to investigated," the cardinal casually walks by him, letting the schock sink into the monk who looks horrified.
"You can begin tomorrow. get what you need."
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Re: What if....
Post by Rene on Feb 21, 2006, 7:32pm
That was a little too easy for my taste.
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Re: What if....
Post by Snape on Feb 21, 2006, 7:38pm
Medici bows graciously, “Grazie, Cardinal. It never happen again.” As the holy men and the rest of the Venicians leave the room, our new friend lets out a sigh of relief. Straightening his hat, he addresses the strange band of newcomers he has, for whatever reason, just rescued, “Well, that was a close one. Now, I realize you all are not from around here but you must be more careful!”
Severus arches an eyebrow to him and asks bitterly, “And exactly, who are you?”
“Forgive me, I am Lord Antonio Giovanni Medici.” he replies, proudly ignoring Snape’s rudeness, “I will explain more later. Please, follow me to my home and stay as my guests. You all look tired and hungry and there is plenty of room.”
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Re: What if....
Post by Rene on Feb 21, 2006, 7:42pm
*looks to Severus and Erik* Do we go?
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Re: What if....
Post by Snape on Feb 21, 2006, 7:48pm
Suddenly, something finally dawns on Severus. He looks at Medici, wide-eyed.
“Did you say your name is Antonio Medici?” he asks, in a tone that were it coming from anyone else, you swear it was excited.
“Yes, I did.” the nobleman answers, looking slightly impatient. He flips his hair out of his face, very much the way our young friend does.
“Merlin’s Beard! You’re my—my ancestor!” Severus nearly shouts, "You we’re the only wiz—"
Medici cuts him off, “Not so loud! Are you coming with me or not?”
Severus nods furiously, “Of course!”
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Re: What if....
Post by Seven on Feb 21, 2006, 8:07pm
Serena looks to Rene, 'I guess that answers it. Let's go bother Snape...'s relatives.
*When they finally reach the house* (sorry I'm lazy, if you want to describe the place, feel free to snape*
A beautifu young maiden waits inside the gates of the manner. She looks up, hearing footsteps and gets a delighted look. She calls out sweetly in ahighly accented Italian accent, "Antonio, Antonio, my husband, my love," she grabs the back of his head and showers kisses over his face. Then, she smacks him, with the might that would readily give him a concussion, "You fool! I wait and I wait for you to come home, worried sick, not knowing where you've gone or when your coming home. You leave me here all day readyto die--but you'd like that wouldn't you, so you can go run off with some courtisans" she says in a snippy tone. "I make sure you have food to eat and meat and wine despite this horrible plague, and you don't come home to eat on time!" she shakes her hands in frustration in the very Italian manner," and THIS is how you repay me!? All of my hard work and labor and sweat--and now your letting the food get rotten on the table being contaiminated with flies! Well--I hope you enjoy your meal cold! Aletta, Anita, come help me to my lavoro." she claps her hands and walks off with two servant girls in an indignant manner.
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Post by Seven on Jun 26, 2006 5:22:27 GMT -5
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Re: What if....
Post by Snape on Feb 21, 2006, 8:23pm
Medici rolls his eyes. “In case you did not realize, that was the Lady Medici.” he says in a rather bored tone. Unfortunately, Medici, (like many others in this age) is trapped in a tumultuous marriage. His spouse is around seventeen and he is now pushing thirty. Naturally, the age difference can be very frustrating at times. Though he does his very best to please his mate, sometimes it’s just impossible.
“Well, come in, my friends” he sighs, holding the gating open, “Before she locks the door behind her.”
Severus chuckles to himself. He smirks at Antonio on the way past, vowing never to marry.
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Re: What if....
Post by Rene on Feb 22, 2006, 7:14pm
Grazie. *follows Severus*
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Re: What if....
Post by Mya on Feb 24, 2006, 10:59pm
*Has pormptly commenced pouting, muttering something about "Severus getting to play with all the stupid people'*
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Re: What if....
Post by Hope on Feb 25, 2006, 9:28pm
Well, I must say, this has been the most unusual day of my life. *looks around* Nice place. must be 18th century.....
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Re: What if....
Post by whisperingshadows on Feb 25, 2006, 10:33pm
*wanders around alone until she finds a nice soft couch in a dark corner. where she promply drops onto it and setals dow for a nice nap*
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Re: What if....
Post by Mya on Feb 25, 2006, 10:38pm
*Rolls eyes, but takes Morgen's exaple, i.e. sitd on Morgen*
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Re: What if....
Post by Snape on Feb 25, 2006, 10:52pm
A nice place indeed. The Villa Medici is quite expansive, its rooms adorning only the finest of Fifteenth Century decor. Marble statues of all sizes are scattered about, so lifelike you could swear they were looking at you in silent greeting. The furniture alone is a wonder in and of itself, with its delicate woodcarvings and fine patterns etched within every inch. Remarkable paintings from artists of the period, clearly having been lost in our time, hang upon the walls suggesting both wealth and prestige. The spectacular and ornate detail of the entire home is nothing short of breathtaking to those have an eye for such things.
Severus observes the villa in quiet amazement, looking all about . . . Absorbing the detail. Having come from a rather under privileged family, these are sights that are rarely seen by him. Well, it’s safe to say that the Malfoy Manner pales in comparison to all this. Severus jerks his head upon hearing Hope’s remark. “This is the Renaissance.” he scoffs, “We are no were near the Eighteenth Century.”
Medici smiles, noting the astonishment of his “descendant”. “If he’s impressed now, how will he react once he sees the rooms?” he laughs inwardly.
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Re: What if....
Post by Seven on Feb 26, 2006, 9:54pm
Lady of the house, Rosetta Medici, walks into the room with the pose of a peacock. Her graceful air of sheer elegance can be sensed all throughout the room as she enter with her girl-servants behind her. "Welcome my guests," she says with a charming smile, and bows before all of them, "Please, feel at ease in our humble home, and to go forth a request any wishes you may have. Though I know you not, I am most gladly your friend for befriending my beloved husband. If you may, dinner is served for the whole of you," she says, staying inher appropiate role of a good hostess. But as she leaves she passes Antonio Medici and discretly gives him a small quesitoning look that says, 'Why are convicted and possibly dangerous people in our house? I know you don't really know them!"
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Re: What if....
Post by whisperingshadows on Feb 27, 2006, 8:53pm
*morgen sleeps on
but, in an odd twist, mya has spontanusly combusted*
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Re: What if....
Post by Mya on Feb 27, 2006, 10:24pm
*After spontaniously combusting, spontaniously decombusts, and coughs up smoke*
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Re: What if....
Post by Seven on Feb 27, 2006, 10:25pm
"guys!" nudges the both, and tries wake up morgen, "plz don't get us killed by stupidity.
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Re: What if....
Post by Rene on Feb 28, 2006, 6:46am
You're asking for a miracle.
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Re: What if....
Post by Snape on Feb 28, 2006, 8:07pm
A minute or so earlier . . .
Medici looks apologetically at his wife. “I’ll explain later. Now, don’t look at me like that!” he whispers. Medici closes his eyes and shakes his head as his wife exits the room. “How do I get myself into these things.” he mutters, pinching the bridge of his nose. When Medici opens his eyes, he is met by the sight of Mya spontaneously combusting.
“Oh, God in Heaven!” he shouts, frozen where he stands. Some of the servants scream, others begin to pray.
“Can you all please, for once in your pitiful lives, behave normally?!” Severus shouts, rather embarrassed by the whole thing, “Are you trying to get us killed?!” Leave it to his “friends” to humiliate him in front of his famous ancestor.
As Mya decombusts, Medici, still rather taken aback, lets out a sigh of relief. He turns to his servants and says curtly, “You saw nothing. Now, be gone with you.!” The servants hurriedly scamper away, leaving Medici chuckling. “Calm down.” he says to his supposed descendant, “All I ask is that none of you burn my home to the ground. Now, come. While we eat, I believe there are some things that need to be discussed.”
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Re: What if....
Post by Mya on Feb 28, 2006, 9:24pm
*Points at Morgen* Her fault.
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Re: What if....
Post by whisperingshadows on Feb 28, 2006, 9:34pm
*points at mya*
nut-uh its hers she sat on me.
and we will never behave
and im going to be around for a while so ima make the most of it
* stands up knocking mya down and folows medici*
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Re: What if....
Post by Rene on Mar 1, 2006, 5:46am
You know one of these days I'm going to claim that I don't know any of you.
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Re: What if....
Post by Mya on Mar 1, 2006, 6:52pm
Deny. deny, deny, Rene.... *Stands, follows, flicking small bits of matter at Morgen*
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Re: What if....
Post by Seven on Mar 1, 2006, 9:11pm
"My god Morgen, please don't be so rude," she says properly (slipping into her normal personality)< "we are guests here!" shes says in a hushed tone.
"Thank you Lord Medici, for saving us and taking all of us in like this," she bows respectfully.
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Re: What if....
Post by Hope on Mar 1, 2006, 9:27pm
Yeah, *grabs his hand and shakes it* you're pretty cool.
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Re: What if....
Post by Mya on Mar 3, 2006, 8:22pm
*Rolls eyes* I wanted to stay and mess with the stupid bigots minds.
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Re: What if....
Post by Rene on Mar 4, 2006, 1:57pm
So you could get us all killed? I don't think so.
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Re: What if....
Post by Mya on Mar 5, 2006, 9:56pm
I said nothing about you peoples staying..... But I've been wanting to take a swing at bigots like them for years, and it seemed the perfect opporotunity.
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Re: What if....
Post by Seven on Mar 6, 2006, 5:17pm
Looks slyly at Mya in an eeriely dark tone," well my love, why don't you trounce right back to Mr. Ready-to-convict-you-for-anything-with-an-angry--mindless-mob-behind-him-to-do-'God's'-bidding, and settle down for a nice little debate?" she scowls, "None of us are particularly fond of this idiotic genocide, but it doesn't give you the right to interfere in time" she whispers.
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Post by Mya on Mar 6, 2006, 9:09pm
*Mutters* I like interfering with time.......
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Post by Seven on Jun 26, 2006 5:25:03 GMT -5
((OKay Guys, the whole story is up there. Only rp no stupid comments and OOC. I assure you that any nonsense will be promptly deleted. I'm going to make Snape a moderator on this board so he can as well delete posts that are completely pointless and obscure. Let us continue.))
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Post by whisperingshadows on Jun 26, 2006 12:49:20 GMT -5
morgen peeks around the corner to the others who did not folow
" coming?! or are you just goin to loaf?"
she spins on her heal and continues after medichi
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Post by Renee Jacobson on Jun 26, 2006 15:17:31 GMT -5
She sighs and stands. "Yes, yes." She hurries after her.
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Post by Seven on Jun 28, 2006 5:17:05 GMT -5
Serena hurries the other fools into the dining room before entering herself.
Lady Medici stands, peering out the window. The golden rays accent her defined features and her curled black locks of hair tumble down her back. Her youth gives the appearance of innoncence, purity, beauty, and truth, ravishing for any man--she is the fascade of an ideal wife, caring only for things within her house. But she has old eyes, and a streak of hidden wisdom. She watches silently as soldiers march by, carrying another poor peasant girl off to be hanged, accused of some ridiculaous crime. She sees the young monk from eariler, Dmitir, linger a little to long in front of her 'humble' abode before scurring off. She shuts the curtain again, sensing something isn't quite right. And despite this, as soon as she turns around, she is merry and gay, greeting her unusual guests with the appropiate warmth and welcome of time. "Come, sit down--Anita, Anetta! Serve the roast!" She claps her hands and her well trained servants carry out food, some more weary that others...She comes holding a pale of wine, serving each person a goblet full. "Now please be seated--may everything be to your liking," she lingers for a bit standing behind her husband, and then leans over a bit pressing up against his back. One hand on his back and the other holding her goblet, "To your new friends, my beloved...may friends never keep secrets from one another." her phrase, somewhat darker than the rest of her cheery words is most obviously directed soley to her Antonio...she has been quite aware that he has always kept secrets....but it has never been her place to ask. She stands up straight again and takes a sip from her goblet, eyes never leaving Antiono, as if anxious to see what will happen next.
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Post by Renee Jacobson on Jun 28, 2006 23:46:24 GMT -5
She studies her hostess for a moment quietly before drinking from her goblet.
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Post by Snape on Jul 3, 2006 3:39:35 GMT -5
Severus strides across the room. With a slight bow to Lady Medici, he takes a seat near his ancestor. He raises his glass to the toast and takes a sip. Things are about to get very interesting.
Medici clears his throat. He seems a little uneasy as he says, “Well, my friends, given the circumstances of our meeting, I do not believe I have caught all your names. Now that we are all seated together, perhaps it would be the time to remedy that.”
Severus sits up a little and brushes the hair out of his eyes. “I am Severus, Severus Snape. I’m afraid I lack any noble titles, but I can assure you with great confidence that I am your descendent.” he says coolly, “How my company and I came to be here will be explained as soon as we finish our little introductions.”
Medici eyes the young lad. Very well spoken for someone of his age. A little on the arrogant side, but who isn’t at that time? He chuckles slightly, and looks at the rest in polite expectance.
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Post by Seven on Jul 3, 2006 6:35:41 GMT -5
Lady Medici looks at Severus Snape witha questioning glance, but quietly sips from her goblet again, not to say anything foolish herself. 'So...Master Severus.....you're our decendant--truly?' She speaks with an air that descendants pop about daily. She takes another sip, eyeing for a moment, waiting for what excuse he'll come up with for a response....
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Post by Snape on Jul 3, 2006 16:24:11 GMT -5
“I understand your skepticism, M’lady. I, too, find this quite difficult to believe. However, I must implore you bear with us.” he replies, with an air of impatience. He’s experiancing enough discomfort just being out of his own time. He does not need the added weight that comes when one’s integrity is being questioned.
Medici raises a hand. “All other inquiry can be put off until I figure out just who is sitting at my table.” he says to his wife, “I’m inclined to believe, Sig. Snape. You may believe what you like, my dear. However, for the time being, let us assume our guest is speaking the truth.”
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Post by Seven on Jul 4, 2006 14:05:20 GMT -5
Though Lady Medici looks full of serenity and grace, now, he nows perfectly well that horrid nagging tone she most frequently seems to get when she is alone with him. She glances at him, and he can practically hear her accented Italian nagging, ringing in his head, "Antonio--You've got a lot 'xplaining to do!" Much in the fashion of Ricky Ricardo would say to Lucy....He can probably just imagine her shaking her finger at him and promising him cold meals and no wine for the next month....
Regardless of this, she puts on a dainty smile, of knowingly understanding.
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Post by whisperingshadows on Jul 6, 2006 21:46:30 GMT -5
(( i remove my self from this rp- im much to out of it to carry on a decent paragraf roleplay))
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Post by Renee Jacobson on Jul 25, 2006 23:00:44 GMT -5
"My name is Renee Jacobson, and I am a Healer. Unlike my companion, I am unsure of exactly how I arrived here, or what I am doing here for that matter."
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Post by Nadir on Sept 15, 2006 20:01:11 GMT -5
Erik considers the time and place of his whereabout before supplying the mistress of the house with an answer. Considering at this point that France was trying to conquer parts of Italy, it would be best not to mention the fact that he came from that area, despite the time differnce and his loathing for wars. And of course knowing how superstious people were in his own time about his little 'problem,' it's obvious what they would think in this time, with more members of the holy inquisition than 'courtisans' on the street corners. Overriding his French accent with flawless Italian (living all those years with Giovanni really did pay off....), he easyly lies, "I am Dante Romano. Please forgive my rudeness for wearing this mask, it is not a thing of eccentricity. I was badly injured in the war, and wear it for the sakes and well-beings of the fine ladies in your home." Erik graciously bows before the master and mistress of the house.
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<-- Hehe, anyone else remember the tomato monster and those ridiculous eggs? 
