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Post by Scratch on Nov 14, 2009 15:29:37 GMT -5
When Bryn said the word, Scratch used his summoning magic to give Bryn a myriad of treasures. They ranged from gold goblets to silver jewelleries.
"All that glitters IS gold here. Now believe that, m'dear!"
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Post by midnightdew on Nov 29, 2009 11:14:00 GMT -5
"Believe him not, my dear Bryn." Turok appeared suddenly without warning, taking Scratch by surprise. He moved to where Bryn was, then grabbed her arm.
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Post by Scratch on Dec 8, 2009 14:24:11 GMT -5
Scratch sniffed the air, which brought in a smell from a sorcerer. It was all too familar for the devil, for he had once reanimated the head of Turok. He turned around to see the sorcerer and he groaned like an exasperated goat.
"Who invited -you- to this party? Stay outta this. She's my guest!" Scratch frowned at Turok's unexpected intervention. "Most importantly, since when did I even permit you to be walking around with your head in-tact, huh?" he questioned the warlock.
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Post by midnightdew on Dec 12, 2009 4:02:59 GMT -5
Turok scowled then allowed a small smile to tug the corner of his lips, his eyes glinting dangerously. "it's really simple goat-brain. I gatecrashed."
"And one more thing," he said as he pulled Bryn to her feet. "request my permission next time before you embroil bryn into your mess."
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Post by Scratch on Dec 18, 2009 18:44:23 GMT -5
Scratch snorted contemptuously at Turok, annoyed at the fact that he, a powerful wizard, but an old mortal nonetheless, has the audacity to invade his territory whether it was amongst the plane of supernatural dreams or reality. Showing no sign of apprehension, since he was a devil afterall, Scratch would look at the warlock's cruel eyes, and continue on this conversaton.
"Hah, -your- permission? I don't recall being ordered to ask before taking someone's dear friend, Mister all-powerful-sorcerer of the east." he remarked with the latter addression with blatant sarcasm.
"Oh yeah, let's see what else." he scratched his head for a while, then continued his statement. "You have yet to thank me for reviving you. It's rude to walk the earth without owing thanks when it's due to the devil, so to speak. Ya could have been in an ugly situation, like say, walking around like a headless fool, or worse.... you're alive in an inside-out body!" Scratch then concluded his statement with his trademark cruel laughter.
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Post by alex on Dec 19, 2009 14:33:56 GMT -5
Bryn was getting very puzzled. Things were flying through her mind. First, Scratch suddenly appeared and brought her to chat with him. The hideous beast had forced her to stay, so she might as well discuss with whatever he had in his peanut brain. The food and his words convinced her that he seemed like he wanted to please her. Or more, he wanted to draw her into something, perhaps joining him. Then out of nowhere, the man who called her "my dear," stepped into the scene. Who was he? How did he know her, because she did not know him? What's going on? And why does peanuthead say that he revived this man from the dead? This was starting to give her a headache.
"Enough," she shouted. "What's going on here? Who are you?" she yelled facing Turok before turning back to the devil. "And stop playing games and tell me why you are here. Trying to draw me with all these glamorous gifts won't work. I am not that easy!"
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Post by Scratch on Dec 19, 2009 15:04:09 GMT -5
"Eager to know the truth, are you?" Scratch snidely replied to the troubled woman. "I'm afraid I can't tell you all of it, since knowing some things can indeed kill your soul." he cryptically warned Bryn.
"Are you that eager to know who this dark practitioner is?" he looked from Bryn to Turok, knowing deep down that both were connected in the same pedigree.
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Post by stinky cheese man on Dec 19, 2009 15:23:02 GMT -5
Bryn rolled her eyes. "Yes, tell me who this so called dark practitioner is. And why do you think the truth would kill my soul? I have been dying to know it. Not knowing the truth is already killing me."
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Post by Scratch on Dec 20, 2009 0:54:07 GMT -5
"Interpretation is a lovely game. Try playing it. And spare me with your desperate pleas. You might as well be thankful that I'm cloaking you from the unknown." Scratch spoke to Bryn as if he wanted her to live for a bit longer. He had his ulterior motives still in-tact, and he wasn't going to spare that girl just out of nice generosity. It's sickening, but he had so much fun keeping the girl in the dark. He then sternly looked at Turok, hoping that the wizard won't give away the game so soon.
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Post by stinky cheese man on Dec 20, 2009 8:02:23 GMT -5
"Desperate? Me? Desperate? You have to be joking?" She paused a second before continuing. "Okay peanut boy, I will continue to play your lovely game of interpretation." She sat back down in her chair and smiled sarcastically at the devil before turning to the strange but handsome man next to her. "Care to join us?"
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Post by midnightdew on Dec 23, 2009 11:32:39 GMT -5
"I'd rather banish 'it' to heaven first.. The very sight of it irks my eyes." Turok replied, his words punctuated with contempt, knowing very well that he was ruffling the devil up by calling Scratch 'it'. "But how can I refuse such eyes?" He half asked Bryn, who was staring into his eyes. She has his wife's beautiful eyes... Taking his seat next to Bryn, he gave Scratch a warning look, saying with his mind, Tryanything funny and you'll regret it. He watched the goat man's lips curled angrily and threw in "I believe "thanking you" is unnecessary. We are such 'old friends', aren't we?", amusement lined all over his face.
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Post by alex on Dec 23, 2009 21:32:42 GMT -5
Bryn smiled at the man and giggled.
"Please stop. You're flattering me."
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Post by Scratch on Dec 24, 2009 1:24:16 GMT -5
Scratch fumed as Turok called him "it", which was definitley pejorative to even him. "Yuck! Don't ever mention to me of that disgustingly joyful place!" Scratch remarked with vexation. "And what makes you think you can, huh? The next thing you know that I'll strip ya of your powers. But why do that now? I'm simply waiting to see how much your "powers" can fail more!" he finished his sentence with another obnoxious laugh.
"Sit down if ya must. I suppose three can't be that much of a crowd. And yea, we might as well be the best of chums, since there are lots of indecent shrimps to fry." he uttered, as he began munching on a steamy kebab.
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Post by everyone on Jan 6, 2010 2:31:12 GMT -5
 Bryn rolled her eyes. "Would you stop arguing. Both of you," she half-yelled in annoyance. She glared at Scratch and looked up at Turok. "Now, can we eat peacefully?" She calmed down. "Now where were we? Oh yes, can you please join us," she spoke sweetly to Turok, briefly holding his hand. |
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Post by midnightdew on Jun 15, 2010 1:57:22 GMT -5
Turok glanced at his daughter inviting him to a 'tea party' with that goat. He almost snorted... Then seeing the sincere expression on her face, he felt almost sad. "well, why not-"
"Father!" came an insistent voice from far away. Despite its distance, it was loud and clear. Rumina was calling him for something. He decided to ignore it but her voice came again... stronger and more forceful. 'Bad-ness' knows what trouble she had gotten herself in this time. He woukld have to return after all... He held Bryn's gaze for a short silent moment and then excused himself in a puff of smoke that cleared with a lingering smell of dust and ash.
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