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Post by Faust on May 3, 2009 10:00:01 GMT -5
Red would have said something, was about to hold up his hand and point to the words in his book that would have said, in no uncertain terms, just where he could put that strange chakram thing. But then Red remembered that he had no book. Without it, there would be no more conjuring, unless of course he could find some other book somewhere around here to focus his powers on. He sincerely doubted that. Sighing, Red fell to one knee and bowed his head in defeat. (Sorry, but evidently Red gets pretty ineffectual without a book in his hands. )
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Post by Renewed Gemini on May 3, 2009 20:11:35 GMT -5
((That's all right. That's what I was aiming for. XD))
Larenzo laughed quietly to himself. The audience that was watching seemed to hush itself to see whether Larenzo would spare Red or not. He tilted his head and shrugged. "'Ow patetic...." he said quietly. "All right. Ah'll letchya go. But jist let dis beh a lesson tah ya. Go splurge on a good sword." Larenzo's chakram shrunk back into its medallion and created a chain that swung itself around his neck. It clicked and hung loosely as Larenzo tucked it into his shirt.
Larenzo picked up his robes and left the arena silently whistling to himself. The crowd was thoroughly disappointed. They clearly expected some blood to be spilled. Unfortunately, Larenzo was in a giving mood today of all days. Red was a very lucky person.
((I'll let you close this))
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Post by Faust on May 4, 2009 16:52:40 GMT -5
Red looked up, oblivious to the boos and nasty remarks the crowd was throwing his way. He had just lost a little bit of his pocket munny on this affair, munny, he noted sadly, he was planning to use to buy that new crime thriller. What's worse, now he would need to get his hands on another book, and fill it up again with his special passages. Annoying, but hardly the end of the world.
Walking back into the waiting room, he picked up the book he had left there and cracked it open. He was once again deep in the adventures of the infamous rabbit thief Don Carrote, and the problems of the outside world were distant memories.
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