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Post by Rojo on Feb 12, 2009 10:42:21 GMT -5
"Say, you wouldn't happen to know where we are, would you?" Quim asks.
"Huh?"
The boy swivels around to see the figure in the distance. "Oh, leave them be for now..."
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Post by Seven on Feb 12, 2009 11:02:31 GMT -5
They nod. "We are in the Lord's personal dungeon. He throws all his enemies, political or otherwise, in here."
"Fine, if you insist. "Thrasymachus responds.
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Post by Rojo on Feb 12, 2009 11:42:37 GMT -5
"Yes, but are we in a castle or what?"
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Post by Seven on Feb 12, 2009 14:56:26 GMT -5
The three of them shake their head.
"There's a forest behind the castle. The entrance to this place is hidden, so no one buy the guards really know exactly where we are, but we're probably somewhere beneath the forest.
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Post by Rojo on Feb 12, 2009 14:58:01 GMT -5
"Right. I think we should get moving."
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Post by Seven on Feb 12, 2009 16:26:33 GMT -5
They nod. "Yes, before something comes to find us."
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Post by Rojo on Feb 12, 2009 16:37:06 GMT -5
Quim nods and begins to move up the stairs.
But a weapon would be nice... he thinks.
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Post by Seven on Feb 12, 2009 16:40:38 GMT -5
"The four of you travel up the stairs, eventually reaching the fifth level of the dungeon...." Thrasymachus says, but is clearly distracted by the other person in the emptiness of the imploded-universe. Mistrustful of him, you might say.
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Post by Rojo on Feb 12, 2009 16:57:46 GMT -5
Prometheus looks down, the white expanse stretching out below. He looks up. The same above.
"Well." He states.
"Okay...what now?"
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Post by Seven on Feb 12, 2009 20:47:36 GMT -5
Thrasymachus is still rather quiet, fixated on the newcomer. "I know him," he eventually says.
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Post by Rojo on Feb 13, 2009 12:16:21 GMT -5
The boy looks around and stares at Prometheus,
"Oh, him? I made him, you know."
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Post by Seven on Feb 13, 2009 18:43:29 GMT -5
Thrasymachus scoffs, lips twisting into a something between a sneer and a smirk. "Surely you did," he says with sarcasm.
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Post by Rojo on Feb 14, 2009 8:41:10 GMT -5
"No, really, look." The boy places a little finger above Prometheus's head and twirls it with a evil grin on his face.
"Now, I wonder what to do ne-"
Suddenly, the Guardian was stopped mid-sentence as he was suddenly spun around in a circle and landed on his bottom heavily. There was a pregnant pause.
"That was...unexpected."
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Post by Seven on Feb 14, 2009 18:21:12 GMT -5
((Pregnant pause? I don't think I've ever heard of such an idiom....))
Thrasymachus just stares for a moment, entirely blank look on his face. He then stands up, and begins to walk away.
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Post by Rojo on Feb 14, 2009 18:58:37 GMT -5
((Really? Never?))
The boy stands up.
"Hey, where're you going?"
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