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NickLitYouAFlame Registered: Feb '07	Date Posted: 8/13/07 7:19pm Subject: RE: Legio Angelus: Far From Heaven
	IC: Althing Father Cassus’ Apartment Althing sighed at Mike. “I will not be one to aid you in the continuation of your alcohol consumption abuse, but I will get you a nice big pint of apple juice if you would like.” Althing smiled at Mike. He looked at everyone else. “Any takers?” Tag: All -----signature----- Flannel Shoes
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MoonlightsAngel Registered: Sep '06	Date Posted: 8/13/07 8:53pm Subject: RE: Legio Angelus: Far From Heaven
	IC: Ayda Father Cassus’s apartment Ayda’s face brightened, a childish glint lighting her eyes up. “Can you keep an eye out for either an apple, vanilla yogurt or a candy?” she asked, turning her attention to her fellow angel “Better yet, cookie dough…” scolding herself softly she shrugged and smiled once more “An apple would be fine” she decided. She hadn’t had a sweet for ages -quite literally- and all of her favourites had been uncovered to her by Isabella… she would probably have some good amount of cookie dough when all this reached an end. Tag: All -----signature----- Teddies don't hug back, but sometimes they're all you got. You've got the emotional range of a Teaspoon- Hermione Granger He can move faster than Severus Snape confronted with shampoo if he wants to- Fred Weasly talking about The Dark Lord † Santiago † †A
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SephyCloneNo15 Registered: Apr '05	Date Posted: 8/14/07 1:17am Subject: RE: Legio Angelus: Far From Heaven
	IC: Mike Suthers Father Cassus' Apartment “I will not be one to aid you in the continuation of your alcohol consumption abuse, but I will get you a nice big pint of apple juice if you would like. Any takers?” "Abuse is such a strong word," Mike pleaded, "I prefer to think of it as a symbiotic relationship, like a clownfish and a sea anemone." Mike mentally noted, lighting a cigarette and motioning for someone to open a window, that he was completely talking out of his arse, and it really didn't matter to him. "If you were to stumble accross some fine Cider," Althing hopefully caught his drift. He trailed off, letting his hopeful expression finish the sentence. Tag: You know who you are -----signature----- Member: GDG, GMG. Sub-GM: CDG Zam Wessel Lives! Recipient of Thrawn McEwok's Squib Creations Limited-Edition Replica Glove of Darth Vader™ "Samuel L. Jackson isn't only a fine actor, but a gamer. He's one of us." ~ Kotaku
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NickLitYouAFlame Registered: Feb '07	Date Posted: 8/14/07 3:51pm Subject: RE: Legio Angelus: Far From Heaven
	IC: Althing Father Cassus' Apartment Althing walked to the window and opened it up while answering them both. “An apple and I’ll get you some apple cider, maybe, Mike.” Once the window was open and Althing could feel the fresh air, he sent a tiny burst of wind to Mike’s cigarette and the embers went out. Althing smiled and walked to the kitchen. He looked in the cabinets and found a mug. In a basket on an island in the middle of the kitchen lay a bunch of green apples; Althing grabbed one. He found in the fridge a plastic container of cider. He grabbed another mug and filled them both up. Althing put the mugs into the microwave and then went looking for the paraphernalia to construct a sandwich. He made two clubs and an Italian sub. When the cider was ready, Althing walked back to the room with the food and set it down in front of those who had asked for it. He began to quickly devour a club and when he swallowed he spoke. “Continue, young lady.” Tag: Saint, Group -----signature----- Flannel Shoes
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SephyCloneNo15 Registered: Apr '05	Date Posted: 8/14/07 4:41pm Subject: RE: Legio Angelus: Far From Heaven
	IC: Mike Suthers Father Cassus' Apartment “An apple and I’ll get you some apple cider, maybe, Mike.” Mike fervently hoped one of the angel's divine abilities was to have eyes in the back of his head. That way he would see the mocking caraciature Mike made of Althing as he walked out the room. As he returned, Mike grabbed a mug of cider and set it down out of reach of anyone thirstier than himself. If he were to be deprived, so would they. "I'll drink it in a few months," he mocked, "It needs to ferment." He relit his cigarette, then grabbed one of the apples. Tag: Apartment party -----signature----- Member: GDG, GMG. Sub-GM: CDG Zam Wessel Lives! Recipient of Thrawn McEwok's Squib Creations Limited-Edition Replica Glove of Darth Vader™ "Samuel L. Jackson isn't only a fine actor, but a gamer. He's one of us." ~ Kotaku
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NickLitYouAFlame Registered: Feb '07	Date Posted: 8/14/07 6:42pm Subject: RE: Legio Angelus: Far From Heaven
	IC: Phelan The Targee Pass, Montana, United States Phelan smiled at his companion. He leapt from the truck to the ground, with the woman in his arms. This didn’t approve her ability to breath. She was beginning to turn blue. Phelan ignored, but hit her in the back. The blow knocked the breath back into her and he replied. “Well, I’m a little hungry. And I would kind of like to know where I am. Other than that, I am good." Phelan shook his hands as it was quite cold. “That was good exercise. We should find more people about to die and try to save them too.” Tag: Elu and Saint -----signature----- Flannel Shoes
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Saintheart Title: Manager and Wandering Swordsman of the RPF Registered: Dec '00	Date Posted: 8/15/07 12:01am Subject: RE: Legio Angelus: Far From Heaven
	GM OOC: Right, the update at last! Welcome to KraytDragon90, our newest player! (Which brings us to a total of about 10 or more…sheez… ) Your start is below. Now, dealing with the other OOCs that have come up since… blubeast1237: Surely jailbars are no, well, bar to an ageless immortal creature? Hammurabi: You’ve not been given specific instructions, so you can assume your guess about his mission is right. Rest assured that if your mission is completed, you’ll know about it pretty quickly! Folks in Thread #2: Nice dialogue going on there, guys. I like this. You don’t have to wait for my intervention to speak and develop ‘relationships’ between your characters! I will borrow Morkai’s angel for commentary for the moment… Anyone who hasn’t been tagged: This will only be because I’m waiting on someone else from your thread to post. Thread #1: “And the Oscar goes to…” Randy1012, Winged_Jedi, Penguinator-176, blubeast1237, Darth_Sabith Near Albert Hall London, England And Elizabeth II Hospital, London, England For what it was worth, Kane seemed to have at least achieved one part of the mission assigned by his archangel. Doctor Eltiades hurried away down the pathway and turned at the wide, flaring stairs that led up to the classic architecture of the entrance to Albert Hall. The doctor did look at his watch as he moved up the stairway, and hurried a little more. He was at the Hall. On the other hand, so were large numbers of people—both attendees and invited spectators to the event. The steps outside Albert Hall were rapidly filling up with tuxedoed men and evening-dressed women, all moving into the Hall for the big event. So far it looked as though no demonic interference had shown up. But there was still the event itself, and whether somewhere within the confines of the Hall demons waited to try and prevent the Nobel Peace Prize going to Doctor Eltiades. Meanwhile, at the hospital, the angel Oriela started over in the direction of the first hospital bed she could see. Which was when things got a lot more complicated. Mostly because a white-coated doctor, clipboard in hand, rounded the corner of the room and peered quizzically at the sight of a five-year-old child standing in the middle of a hospital room late at night. “Hello there!” said the doctor after a second. “What are you doing here?” TAG: Randy1012, Winged_Jedi, Penguinator-176, blubeast1237, Darth_Sabith Thread #2: That Old Time Rock and Roll SephyCloneNo15, Tiborax, MoonlightsAngel, Morkai, NickLitYouAFlame The Presbytery of Father Cassus London, England The young woman’s heart seemed to be slowly unlocking from the clench of fear surrounding it. She glanced from the badly-burned face of Althing to that of Mike Suthers, and Ayda felt a flash of amusement as the young man made a face behind her fellow angel’s back. The girl heaved a sigh, and looked at Ayda again. “My name’s Julie. Julie Clapham. I work at the reception desk of Harrod’s. Don’t know if I’ll be going back there tomorrow…” “How did you wind up in that alley?” asked Caliban suddenly, and the girl flinched. “I went to work, came home, and I went out. I went to a club called the Hellfire Club; it’s in North London. A friend of mine, Christie, took me to the place a couple of weeks ago, and I’ve been going there for the scene every Friday night. Dark place; black décor, you know what I mean? Anyway, Christie introduced me to a couple of the bouncers there…those two guys you took care of. They’re all dressed like that, the security, inside and out. Tonight they showed me this back room in the club, some freaky kind of dance joint. All these strobe lights, and then this red paint or something comes flodding out of the fire sprinkler system. I freaked out and got out, but I felt someone was following me in my car, came down this way, and they ripped me out of the car at a set of traffic lights. And then you two showed up,” she nodded towards Althing and Caliban. Caliban folded his arms, glancing at the other angels. “This back room you talked about—how many people do you think were in the place?” Julie thought for a second, then shrugged. “I don’t know. Forty, maybe fifty?” Caliban felt even his angel’s heart sink. Forty, maybe fifty. That number was, according to the historical record, pretty close to the size of one of the biggest vampire covens that an angelic cadre had smashed—and that was going back to around the year 1,000 A.D. As he looked at his fellow angels, he was pretty sure they knew about it, too. TAG: SephyCloneNo15, Tiborax, MoonlightsAngel, Morkai, NickLitYouAFlame Thread #3: One for the Money Kartanym, Hammurabi London Stock Exchange, London, England George Tarwell followed Antonio out of the room. There was still a huge amount of fear billowing off the man, and he walked with his head down, but as they moved briskly down the corridor the police seemed to be staying back. Antonio amazingly managed to get them down the lifts and out of the building, and into the street. George Tarwell turned and began walking away, his path listing back and forth like a galleon down Turling Street. Antonio and Daniel followed him. George kept walking for a good five minutes until the bright fluorescent light of an all-night coffee shop fell upon their faces. The stockbroker moved into the coffee shop and all but fell into one of the chairs there, putting his head in his hands. TAG: Kartanym, Hammurabi Thread #4: “I went down to the crossroads…” SephyCloneNo15 The Crossroads, Louisiana(?), United States Nyneve started to strum a low F sharp chord out the guitar he was carrying—and twisted a note out of the guitar that was somewhere in a register that shouldn’t have been audible to human ears. But William Brown howled with pain and fell to the ground, clutching at his ears. Nyneve grinned with pointed teeth from underneath the brim of his hat and set up a heavy, slavish rhythm, mocking, counterpointing against Azylain’s own tune. “Besst you turn back, pale, limp angel, if you want thiss ape to win— ‘Causse practicce is the only cure for the toilet that he’s in!” TAG: SephyCloneNo15 Thread #5: International Man of Mystery Sentinel-825, Darth_Elu, NickLitYouAFlame The Targee Pass, Montana, United States Both angels caught the howl of noise as the truck completed its fall into the ravine and landed with a heavy crash at the bottom. Rather unspectacularly, it did not explode. But it did something else. It set off a ripple in the ether. A ripple strong enough that Hadrel and Phelan both would have felt it. A ripple that tasted like biting on aluminum foil to a human, or like an odor of smoke on the wind. Meanwhile, the large woman was sitting on the side of the road, coughing heavily, driving breath back into fat-encrusted lungs. About five miles distant, the bearded man’s smile grew even wider, his lips seeming to disappear into his beard. “Come on, buddy! Can’t have you walkin’ all this way for nothing! Why don’t you let me take some miles off your feet?” TAG: Sentinel-825, Darth_Elu, NickLitYouAFlame Thread #6: A Serious Case of the Peter Petrellis blubeast1237, Darth_Elu New York City Before Apollo could hand over the phone, George Malley suddenly began to cough. Very heavily. Great racking coughs that shook his entire frame. He started to get up from his chair, but another cough blasted through him and the man collapsed to the ground, chair clattering aside as he fell, his body curling up as the coughing grew louder. Blood appeared on his lips. Apollo could clearly feel the ringing of fear in the man’s heart, even from this distance, as a rippling in the ether. It was the fear of someone who knew they were dying. In his ear, the woman at the other end of the phone said “Hello? Hello? Look, buddy, if you’re not gonna put the sad sack on the other end who ordered up some phone sex for himself, you can stick it where the sun don’t shine.” And hung up. TAG: blubeast1237, Darth_Elu Thread #8: Chiaroscuro KraytDragon90 Howard University, Auckland, New Zealand Feanor struggled and strained—but superhuman strength was not among those powers that he had access to in mortal form. Even if it was, a part of him suspected that it still would have made no difference. He tried once more, as hard as he could, pushing against the brown-coated arms that were holding him here in this shadowed side of the university library. He might as well have tried to push open heaven’s gate by himself. Another rattle of gunfire went off with a harsh crack in the distance, and his angel’s heart felt the wrench as the ether rippled with another mortal’s death. He started to struggle again— “No!” snapped the voice at his shoulder, a harsh whisper in his ear. “I’ve told you already! Not yet!” Feanor caught a glimpse of sunlight reflected off glasses, and felt Danyael’s clipboard dig into his side. “You have to wait--no one has called on Him yet. This does not come from me. It comes from further up. In the name of all the choirs—” And then, archangel and angel both felt it. Somewhere nearby, the ether had rippled in a certain way, almost imperceptibly. Indeed, Feanor suspected he himself would not have felt it were Danyael not standing beside him. A human had whispered Yahweh with the conviction of real faith behind it. From the taste of it, a young Jewish student’s words. Danyael paused for the briefest second, listening. And it came—like a ray of sunlight touching a human’s head for a moment; that was the closest one could come to describing it. Then the archangel confirmed Feanor’s guess: “He has Answered. Go, Feanor. Do not allow the rifleman to kill any more. He is headed for the cafeteria, about three hundred metres away. There are thirty people hiding there. But do not kill him. Angels of Nephriel and Azrael are on their way to see to judgment. You must ensure no other person dies.” The archangel released Feanor, and disappeared in a wash of light, leaving the angel to set about his task: finding and stopping a gunman who’d killed twenty students on the Howard University campus already with an AK-47 assault rifle. A gunman who, it seemed, was moving from whatever his position had been and heading for the cafeteria of the place. TAG: KraytDragon90 -----signature----- Michelle: my Italian queen, my angel, my reason, my wife. Jessica: my little princess, my daughter, born 10 August 2007 Director -- Star Wars: Knighthood
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NickLitYouAFlame Registered: Feb '07	Date Posted: 8/15/07 5:51am Subject: RE: Legio Angelus: Far From Heaven
	IC: Althing Father Cassus' Apartment Althing sighed at her last words. He knew that he still remembered that. The event in fact wouldn’t have been considered such a problem, besides the problem of their sheer numbers and keeping the battle from the mortals. Althing whispered absent mindedly. “That night was a pain. Three angels got sent back.” Althing smiled weakly. “We are going to have work to do soon. At least they are nearly mindless, the blood crazy mutants.” Tag: Thread Two IC: Phelan The Targee Pass, Montana, United States Phelan stepped back in pain. He spoke under his breath, not in a swear but an exclamation. “Jesus, Mary and Joseph.” Phelan walked over to Hadrel and bent his legs so he could whisper in the angel’s ear, his voice was completely serious. “Did you feel that?” Tag: Elu -----signature----- Flannel Shoes
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Darth_Elu Registered: Jan '03	Date Posted: 8/16/07 3:13pm Subject: RE: Legio Angelus: Far From Heaven
	Hadrel IC: Location ~The Targee Pass, Montana, United States Hadrel stood with his fellow angel and smiled at him for a moment as the woman sat, slowly getting her breath back, but not in need of assistance in that area any longer. Hadrel quietly listened as the truck finally began its final plunge into the ravine within the beautiful scenery of Montana. He heard the last, deafening crash it made and anticipated an explosion. As such, it did not come. What it did however, took him completely by surprise. The angel stood rooted to the spot for the briefest of moments as a small pain in his mouth appeared and a foul odor reached his nostrils. Not true pain, taste, or smell...but quick after effects of the rippling in the ether. That was what the truck did do. How peculiar...and bad. Hadrel focused on the ripple a moment, letting himself ride it mentally, feeling it echo onward and outward, other surprised forms freezing in their spots. Allies, Enemies, Neutrals. Mostly the first two, not many neutrals in this war that could sense the ether. But it was odd...and it had a definite effect. "That was strange. The way it affected the ether. I do not like it, Phelan. I would prepare to get moving soon; what do you think?" he whispered before looking over to the human woman, who was looking dolefully up at them, as well as in a sort of numbed trance. An odd mix that Hadrel had seen often over the many ages of his life. "How are you feeling?" he asked her as soon as Phelan replied. Tag: Phelan, Woman Ex-Trucker ****** Michelle Nikita IC: Location ~George Malley's Apartment, New York City, New York, United States Michelle quickly glanced over at George the moment the first cough presented itself. And as the second one was striking, she began to not like it. At all. While he began coughing that second time, she also faintly heard the woman's voice on the phone complaining to 'Hos' and then hang up. At least they didn't have to deal with that now. For now perhaps. She started immediately over to Mr. Malley as a third, horrible cough collapsed him onto the ground. His chair gave a ominous rattle as he toppled over. How she hated seeing death. Death of something created, death of a human, death of anything with a thought. Even if the human in question had sinned, she didn't like it. "George!" She quickly kneeled down by his side and put her arms around him, grunting as she attempted to try to help him to at least a sitting position on the floor. "Stay with me!" she pleaded before she suddenly threw a sad look toward Apollo that said 'Please help me.' Tag: George Malley, Apollo -----signature----- Brittnee My love, my life E-married to the love of my life! "Ichigo! Come out and fight me, you *******!" Master to Yukari_Nahashi I am Death: RIP George Carlin
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KraytDragon90 Registered: Apr '05	Date Posted: 8/16/07 3:54pm Subject: RE: Legio Angelus: Far From Heaven
	IC: Feanor IC: Feanor Feanor started running towards the cafeteria and concentrated on his task. He did not, of course, feel resentment towards Danyael, only a small bit of disappointment and sorrow. He understood Danyael’s position and his obligations, but Feanor could not help but morn over the loss of life because of it. Death is natural and acceptable, death of a destiny was what he morned. When he reached the cafeteria he quickly glanced around. Thirty helpless, frightened humans were inside the room. Ignorant of the spiritual danger that surrounds them, but all too aware of their mortal fragility. He pointed towards the exit opposite to the direction he had felt the last death. "Quickly, you all must leave. He is on his way here." He lowered his hand and ran out the exit opposite of where he had pointed. He projected a shield behind him and waited in the shadows for the killer. TAG: Saint OOC: Sorry if I was wrong in assuming that angels could feel where deaths occurred in addition to feeling when they occurred. -----signature----- Naur En' Uuiana--Soul of Fire "Well I don't care, I'm still free. You can't take the sky from me." ~Can't stop the signal~
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blubeast1237 Registered: Apr '07	Date Posted: 8/16/07 4:09pm Subject: RE: Legio Angelus: Far From Heaven - Date Edited: 8/16/07 4:11pm (1 edits total) Edited By: blubeast1237
	Apartment of George Malley -Angel of Nephriel, Apollo Apollo didn't even flinch as he set the phone down and walked over to stand above George Malley. He could feel the light dying out the inhabited the man's spirit while watching the life drain out of his eyes. He looked like a man who was about to die and he would die... Apollo would make sure of it. Technically, the man hadn't sinned. The woman who had called was now gone and George Malley's planned appointment with her, to sin of course, was gone. Apollo had succeeded in part one of the mission, keep the man from sinning, now was the second part, to make sure he died. The fallen rushed to the floor to help the man and grabbed his sick, wet body in her arms, trying to help him sit upright. She wanted him to live, but why? He was going to die someday and that couldn't be avoided, yet she was trying to help him live now, for this moment. Apollo didn't understand this feeling of holding off the inevitable and didn't see the need to help him. He couldn't even conprehend doing such an act. She looked up at him with rosy cheeks and a desperate look in her eyes. A sad face. "Please help me." she pleaded, but Apollo's human eyes remained cold and unmoving. He had to complete this and helping him was the complete opposite of what he was ordered to do. He reached down and grabbed her under her arms and pulled her up onto her feet, close to him. "I cannot allow for you to help him, Fallen. He must die." -George Malley's Apartment -----signature----- "Conquest is made of the ashes of one's enemies." The 1237 Holler Jabb-Awoc-Deez-Nuts Jedi Knight of the New Jedi Trials
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NickLitYouAFlame Registered: Feb '07	Date Posted: 8/17/07 1:34pm Subject: RE: Legio Angelus: Far From Heaven
	IC: Phelan The Targee Pass, Montana, United States Phelan wandered over to his sword and strapped it back on his back. He ambled back to the angel and mortal and figured he should convey something to Hadrel. Phelan walked over and leant down to whisper into his ear again. “When I pushed her out of the truck, I sensed that her destiny doesn’t involve joining our battle. Her fate may be to do just that, but I think we should get her out of here.” Phelan had now pulled out his long sword and was twirling the huge blade around. Tag: Elu -----signature----- Flannel Shoes
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Sentinel-825 Registered: Jun '07	Date Posted: 8/17/07 9:09pm Subject: RE: Legio Angelus: Far From Heaven
	IC: Harmon Dean The Targee Pass, Montana, United States Harmon Dean contemplated the gentleman's offer for a small moment, rubbing the bottom of his long white beard as he did so, and then decided against the long walk after all. It'd been a while since he or Abraham had gotten out for some good ol' exercise, so it was probably best for the both of them if they didn't overdo it. "Well, good sir, I suppose you leave me no choice," Harmon smiled as Abraham leapt into the back of the pick-up. The old man opened the passenger door, feeling the cold metal against the thin skin of his palm, and slowly climbed into the seat, setting the wooden cane in between his legs and buckling his seatbelt. "Ah, there we go. I must say, this is very courteous of you, Mister...?" Tag: Saintheart -----signature----- All too easy.
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Winged_Jedi Registered: Feb '03	Date Posted: 8/18/07 6:13am Subject: RE: Legio Angelus: Far From Heaven
	Malik Queen Elizabeth II Hospital, London It was difficult not to feel disquieted by the manner in which things were proceeding. There were unforeseen complications, and that did not necessarily mean demonic interference, but it didn't help matters. Another angel had arrived in the hospital. And Borachio seemed once again insistent on destroying the serum. "That's enough!" said Malik, placing himself between Borachio and Doctor Carver. "Your dispute is hardly trivial, but the safety of Basil Eltiades is our priority this night. We are late for the ceremony, and I fear that Kane alone may not be able to handle any...disturbances. I'm leaving. Will you come with me, or stay here?" His question was addressed to both beings, and he did not expect either of them to accompany him. He waited but a moment for the answer before walking out of the door, expecting them to follow if they wished. Tag: Randy, Peng -----signature----- "The noblest prospect which a Scotchman ever sees, is the high road that leads him to England!" -Samuel Johnson
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SephyCloneNo15 Registered: Apr '05	Date Posted: 8/20/07 10:39am Subject: RE: Legio Angelus: Far From Heaven
	(ooc: Back from no-internet limbo, bit of an issue with connecting at college at first until IT explained things. In my wireless-less down time, I've started reading The Divine Comedy: Inferno, and it's rather interesting. Saint, are you drawing from Dante at all for this game?) IC: Azylain The Crossroads “Besst you turn back, pale, limp angel, if you want thiss ape to win— ‘Causse practicce is the only cure for the toilet that he’s in!” "'s a li'l late for that," Azylain crooned, "The game is afoot" "But you should know by now that when Heav'n 'n' Hell face off, your side's kaput." Azylain was not too fond of that last line, but it flowed well with Nyneve's juvenile toilet reference. Hopefully the domon would give him something more enlightened to work with on his next turn. Tag: Saint IC: Mike Suthers Father Cassus' Apartment Utilizing his near miraculous ability to miss -circumnavigate, really- the point of just about any conversation, Mike queried, "So we're off to the Hellfire Club, then?" He made a show of drawing his wallet. With any luck, the angels'd leave him here to guard the young lass, and the reverend father's own private -and notably free- supplies would be left in his care as well. Tag: Ye Olde St. John's Crewe -----signature----- Member: GDG, GMG. Sub-GM: CDG Zam Wessel Lives! Recipient of Thrawn McEwok's Squib Creations Limited-Edition Replica Glove of Darth Vader™ "Samuel L. Jackson isn't only a fine actor, but a gamer. He's one of us." ~ Kotaku
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