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Post by Jared on Oct 19, 2002 10:25:02 GMT
Oh, he'll know it was all for the good of the dark side. Wait till I tell him you went on a date with one of your subordinates. ;D
Anyway, if you'd just choose, it'd help me get you outta that awkard position in a jiffy. Now stop being a baby and pick one of the methods... They always work in those silly Elvish cartoons they show in lousy hotels.
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Post by The Witch King on Oct 19, 2002 12:00:17 GMT
You watch too much Elvish tv!
*Gives up struggling*
Now instead of resorting to torturous methods fetch me the soap from over there.
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Post by Elidor on Oct 19, 2002 12:07:50 GMT
Can't believe I forgot to bring a camera! This is the climax of the whole date.
Jared's method is better. Quick and efficient. And besides, the soap might be imported from some elven city. I mean who knows? You still want the soap? ;D
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Post by The Witch King on Oct 19, 2002 12:12:42 GMT
Do I want the soap? Or the option of being burnt or stabbed. What do you think Elidor!!!  *Is becoming more and more enraged at the rebellious nature of the other Nazguls.* |
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Post by Jared on Oct 19, 2002 13:35:36 GMT
My lord, you forget. "Nazgûl" is both singular and plural. ;D
Actually, I think the torch idea isn't bad. Oh, yes. We're sorcerors, aren't we? Maybe I could just blast a spark. He'd pop out in a sec.
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Post by The Witch King on Oct 19, 2002 14:49:06 GMT
You see I'm in such a flap my spellings gone crazy! ;D JARED! NO!  *The fact that he can't see Jared makes it all the more scary.* Okay just name your price..whatever you want. What do I have to do to get out of here unscathed? |
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Post by Jared on Oct 19, 2002 14:58:49 GMT
Nothing! I'm saving you.
Hmm. I think I'll light the torch. Might as well not waste it. And my blasting isn't so great for short distances anyway.
*Pockets the boomerang and sheaths the knife...*
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Post by The Witch King on Oct 19, 2002 15:33:48 GMT
NO!!!!!! *Squeals like a frightened pig and kicks his legs as hard as he can, hoping he might catch Jared in the process.* Grubby! Help me! |
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Post by Jared on Oct 20, 2002 5:25:52 GMT
*poof*
Okay, torchie's lit. Now to set fire to his robes...
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Post by Elidor on Oct 20, 2002 7:22:17 GMT
I wonder what will happen tomorrow back in Mordor...
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Post by The Witch King on Oct 20, 2002 7:47:02 GMT
This is your last warning!
*He shreiked in a very high and not very witch-king like way.*
Expect serious repercussions for your actions!!
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Post by Jared on Oct 20, 2002 8:49:43 GMT
*Sets fire to the Witch-King's robes.*
;D ;D ;D ;D ;D
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Post by The Witch King on Oct 20, 2002 8:58:00 GMT
*Half in, half out of the window he looks up at the stars, wondering what those pair are up to inside. Then he smells burning and instinct kicks in.
Shrieks and kicks in a panic-stricken frenzy eventually freeing himself from the window and turning a somersault before landing on his back with a heavy thud, the end of his robes ablaze.
Sits up, a little dazed and confused but manages to pat the flames till they are all out.*
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Post by Jared on Oct 20, 2002 9:20:53 GMT
*Leans out the window*
I told you I was saving you.
Now, I'd like to go back to my table. Have fun, and I promise I won't tell the silly waitresses. ;D
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Post by Grubhosh on Oct 21, 2002 19:57:50 GMT
(OOC I'm away for one weekend and all hell breaks lose  )
Grubby pulls the witch king to his feet looking concerned
are you alright?
she asked straightening his collar
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