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Post by Elyon on Aug 3, 2009 13:09:52 GMT -5
<You get the idea by now...>
Cedric felt a shiver go down his spine. How he wished Phobos hadn't used those words. But as much as he had begun caring for Elyon, he refused to speak out against the prince. His loyalty to Phobos was everlasting and unwavering. "With repsect, your luminous majesty..." he carefully started. "But I highly doubt such a trip will hold your sister's attention and interrest for long... Lately, she has developped an interrest in magic, fighting and..." For a moment Cedric gulped. "... Destroying the guardians..."
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Post by Prince Phobos on Aug 3, 2009 13:43:39 GMT -5
Phobos: *shrugs* "What you do while enjoying the sights is not my concern, just get her out of the castle." *glares at a nearby murmurer*
Sensing its cue, the murmurer begins to fan the dark lord with a big leaf.
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Post by Elyon on Aug 3, 2009 14:40:02 GMT -5
<Lalala lalala>
Cedric remained silent for a moment. Fearing that Elyon might take her anger out on him the next time she had an outburst... "As you wish, my prince." he then submitted. "When and where do you wish me to take her?"
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Post by Prince Phobos on Aug 3, 2009 17:14:13 GMT -5
Phobos: *deeply insulted* "Aren't you even listening to the words that come out of my mouth? I just said I don't care where you go." *stands up without covering his special area & points to the door* "Just take her and go--NOW!"
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Post by Elyon on Aug 4, 2009 12:19:03 GMT -5
"A-at once, my liege!" Cedric nervously replied. He bowed and went without another word.
Take her and go... now? Such were his orders, but Cedric highly doubted he would be able to follow them. From what he's seen of her the past fwe days, Elyon had begun adopting a rather defiant stance towards Phobos. It was unlikely she wanted to leave at all, but this evening!? That was next to impossible in her current condition...
[Exit: Cedric to the Castle's dining hall]
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Post by Prince Phobos on Aug 4, 2009 23:56:15 GMT -5
Finally alone, Phobos snuggles back beneath the warmth of the hot spring & tries to relax.
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Post by Prince Phobos on Sept 3, 2009 15:34:57 GMT -5
He is finally sparkly clean. He gets dressed & leaves.
[Exit to Throne Room]
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