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Post by Clye on Apr 10, 2006 19:21:15 GMT -5
Clye yawned as she leaned back against the back wall of the alley. On one side of her was a large wooden crate, which she lazily laid an arm on it, holding what was now an empty bottle.
She watched the streets as the occaisonal person came by. So far, no one particularly interesting had come by yet.
She let out a groan. Today was one boring day.
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Post by Chris Strongheart on Apr 10, 2006 19:23:51 GMT -5
 : Byron walked away from the building where Sky's birthday was being held. He was grumbling under his breath and massaging his throat. He was going to get even with that werewolf if it was the last thing he did. Now... exactly what could he do. |
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Post by Clye on Apr 10, 2006 19:33:09 GMT -5
Oh? Now what was this? Something new and different seemed to be coming Clye's way. And it seemed to scream "I AM PROFITABLE!" She grinned before she ambled out to the street and chased after Byron.
" 'Ey there, Sweets! You look rather expensize. Care to share the wealth?" She'd been quick to put a hand on one of his arms.
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Post by Chris Strongheart on Apr 10, 2006 19:37:30 GMT -5
: Byron glanced over at the young woman with the electric blue spikes. "I suppose," he said, removing a solid gold necklace from around his neck. "24 karats," he said dryly. "Now, what's a lovely lady like you doing in a place like this?" |
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Post by Clye on Apr 10, 2006 19:44:20 GMT -5
"Niiice. Well, a girl has to make a living using what talents she's got." She let out a laugh and snatched up the necklace.
"Got any other nice and shiny valuables in there, or will I have to threaten you to get you to own up? I'd hate to have to cause any more trouble just because you won't empty your pockets."
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Post by Chris Strongheart on Apr 10, 2006 19:57:00 GMT -5
OOC: hate my connection : "I can think of something more entertaining..." Byron said quietly, glancing back at the direction he had come from. "What if I told you that a certain prince from Red Fountain had a very fascinating secret...?" |
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Post by Clye on Apr 10, 2006 19:59:35 GMT -5
"Oh?" She looked a bit intrigued. "And what might that be?" She glanced over in the direction that Byron had looked in. She didn't see anything too interesting.
((OOC: Heh, no worries. ))
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Post by Chris Strongheart on Apr 10, 2006 20:05:25 GMT -5
OOC: it keeps randomly dropping out for no reason : "Yes... it seems that the golden boy of Red Fountain, Prince Sky of Eraklyon, has a bit of a furry problem." He gave her a small look. "The golden boy is a werewolf... I'm sure you can come up with several entertaining possiblities with that information." |
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Post by Clye on Apr 10, 2006 20:12:45 GMT -5
It looked as if something had just dawned on her.
"So that's why-! I'll kill him. I am going to kill him, and I'll skin him and sell what's left of him on the market..." She muttered almost angrily. "It is one thing to be showed up by a classmate. It's another to be shown up by some nancy prince who happened to be unlucky!" She tightly balled her fists and they began to crackle with energy.
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Post by Chris Strongheart on Apr 11, 2006 6:58:25 GMT -5
: "Think of it this way, he doesn't know that you know," Byron drawled. "And since you strike me as a powerful witch," he continued, appealing to the witch's vanity. "You could probably cast a spell that would have him under your control...?" |
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Post by Clye on Apr 17, 2006 20:52:33 GMT -5
"Maybe. Depends on what I've got to work with. " She eyed him with suspicion. "What exactly would you have me do to him? What you're asking for isn't cheap or easy..."
His appeal was working rather well, but not so much that she'd do it without further coaxing.
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Post by Chris Strongheart on Apr 18, 2006 6:38:23 GMT -5
: "You can do whatever your little heart desires," Byron said. "He does have a weakness that you could use. He seems devoted to one young woman, possibly two. See if you can work with that to bait a trap to catch him and cast your spell. I assure you, you will receive a hefty reward..." |
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