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Post by The Witch King on Oct 9, 2002 11:08:25 GMT
*Is completely shocked and speechless for a moment that an elf would dare to speak to him like that. Looks from the Elf to Grubby and back again in disbelief.*
What sort of Riff raff do they let in this place?
*Stands up and strides over to the Elf. Picks her and her chair up and carries her to the other side of the table before slamming it back down.*
There. Now I don't have to look at you and you don't have to look at me and we're both happy!
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Post by Jared on Oct 9, 2002 12:02:07 GMT
 For your information, Mister, I never stared at you. I'm more well-bred than that. Fine, then. Have it your way. Doesn't make a difference to me. "She" picks up the bowl of cookies forcefully and empties it over the Witch-King's head.Children love cookies. Now go eat your chocolate-chip cookies and don't bother us anymore, rude black man. Plops down on the seat and starts twirling the fork.
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Post by Elidor on Oct 9, 2002 12:46:22 GMT
*starts biting nails nervously and muttering at the same time* Why does this have to happen on this particular day?
*Scuttles over to the next table and ordered another glass of wine.*
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Post by The Witch King on Oct 9, 2002 16:50:58 GMT
*Snatches the fork off her and crouches down so he is at face level with her. His eyes spark with fury, barely controlling the unspeakable anger rising up from within. Twirls the fork around in front of her face and speaks in a lowered, threatening tone.*
You know where I'd like to stick this?
*His fingers clench tightly around the fork, shaking it aggressively inches from her face. He glares at her, insane with hatred and dispisal .........and then notices that her hair is wonky.
Grabs a handful of silky blonde hair and the wig comes away in his hand.*
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Post by Jared on Oct 10, 2002 5:30:23 GMT
Flashes a grin at the Witch-King as the dress is quickly replaced with black robes. The Elvish face fades away and what is left is a formless figure under a black hood.
Greetings, my lord. 'Tisn't often I get to throw cookies over you. Now, give me back that poor fork.
Snatches the fork out of his hand and sits down again, grinning at the male Elf.
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Post by The Witch King on Oct 10, 2002 7:02:24 GMT
*Stands up straight and folds his arms.*
What are you doing here?
*Looks to the other Elf and tugs their wig as well.*
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Post by Jared on Oct 10, 2002 7:07:14 GMT
Eating, my lord. Eating. But wouldn't it have been a tad embarrassing for one like me to enter a restaurant in Rohan?
But now, after such a show - I feel that it would be alright.
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Post by The Witch King on Oct 10, 2002 7:14:22 GMT
Eating?
Since when have the Nazgul dined out in fancy resturants?
Admit it you're spying on me.
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Post by Jared on Oct 10, 2002 7:36:43 GMT
It works both ways, Witch-King. Believe what you want.
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Post by The Witch King on Oct 10, 2002 7:45:58 GMT
*Returns to his table in a diabolical mood.*
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Post by Jared on Oct 10, 2002 10:17:14 GMT
*Grins and goes back to his food.*
Ah, meat.
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Post by The Witch King on Oct 10, 2002 15:05:54 GMT
Sorry about that Grubby..
*Sits back down and waits for the next course.*
What happened to the waitress?
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Post by Grubhosh on Oct 10, 2002 20:15:20 GMT
Grubby stares at him mouth open. She'd been contemplating wether or not to beat up the female elf she dreaded to think what would've happened to her if she had.
er..so that's three of you here are the other 6 going turn up as well?
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Post by The Witch King on Oct 10, 2002 21:15:08 GMT
*Raises his eyebrows and sighs wearily*
Nothing would surprise me tonight........
*Pours the last dregs of the wine into his glass.*
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Post by ~Dernhelm~ on Oct 11, 2002 10:33:13 GMT
While the fight was going on in the restaurant, Seomela dived under the table while Eowyn did the contrary; she jumped out of her seat and leaned out of the window, eager to see what was going on.
"Get back!" Seomela warns, pretty shaken about the fight.
"But the darling orc needs more bread," Eowyn insisted, grabbing a cut loaf and putting it in a woven bread basket. She grabs some butter and two spare plates as well.
Eowyn goes out of the kitchen and tries not to pay attention to the mess too obviously. She puts the mold and stale bread which she had brought right by Grubby and tries to smile.
"Breakages are to be paid for!" she reminds everyone, giving the elves, Nazgul and orc each a sharp glance.
"Would you like the next course?" Eowyn asks the Witch King, trying to make their visit pleasant despite the scandals which the guests were creating.
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For your information, Mister, I never stared at you. I'm more well-bred than that. Fine, then. Have it your way. Doesn't make a difference to me.
