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Post by Tado on Jun 20, 2007 2:14:21 GMT -5
A litany of colorful vocabulary words gushed forth from Vlad's mouth as he did his best to avoid the murky water, but his shoes were already heavy with muck, it didn't really matter anymore. Using his spear as a walking stick, he cursed a little louder as the mud sucked in his feet. The once proud elemental, now reduced to a groveling, desperate wretch... What a sad story his had become. "Where the blazes is that accursed witch?! And for the love of-!!! Just leave me the hell alone!" Turning around sharply, he pointed his spear into the mire before releasing a large fireball. The smell of burnt meat was reward enough, and he watched as the form of a gator floated up to the surface. No, it wasn't one of Vixy's... This swap bred its own special beasts...
Finally on dry land, he used his powers to dry off and wiped away at the dry mud. He was a little worse for wear, and running thin on patience, but he'd make it... There was no way he'd serve under that whore of a woman! How dare she trick him like that... Stumbling and sliding down a small hill, he spotted a small cotage not too far off. Was that it..? It better be, who else in their sane mind would live here, he thought. Well, if Larcha or whatever her name was still sane...
Was this the real answer to his current problem? Or like Vixy had said, had he wound himself into even more trouble? Well, one step at a time... Walking up to the door, he knocked on it several times before asking for the witch. No answer... Opening the door, he frowned. "Where the devil is she..."
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Post by Trix on Jun 20, 2007 23:51:21 GMT -5
"Who be commin' uninvited to meh neck of da' woods?" She asked, her hooded eyes tracing the plains of the elementals' face. A smirk caught her lips, and she rose from her wood woven chair, sending the black cat on her lap to the floor.
"Ah... You are the one that dey' call Vladimir?" She raised a brow and took a cautious step foreward, her torn black gown moving with each step we took. "And yer' here to seek meh assistance?" She laughed softly and lifted a hand to touch his disheveled hair while shaking her head.
"Is an oddity."
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Post by Tado on Jun 21, 2007 2:59:11 GMT -5
Glaring at the mysterious woman, he smirked. "English, do you speak it? And how and why do people know my name!" Irritated quite thoroughly concerning that matter, he stamped the end of his spear against the wooden floor. Was his scuffle in Crissy's temple that well known? Pulling his head away when she tried to pet him, he scowled. There was still dirt on him, but at least he wasn't wet anymore... But the point was that he wasn't taking a strong liking to being treated like a pet. "I need you to get this infernal collar off of me... What's your price?" His anger was already starting to peak, and he glared at her cat as it studied him.
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Post by Trix on Jun 21, 2007 15:34:54 GMT -5
Lachra narrowed her eyes and jerked her hand away from his face, her expression un-readable. Raising a brow, the swamp witch ran her fingers along the collar before laughing a light, almost eerie laugh.
"Ye' angered Vixen Christe'" She stated, her thick accent dappled with amusement. She let her hands fall to her sides as she studdied him, almost curiously.
" is strange. I have' expected someone much..." She stopped and lifted her hand to cup her chin, completing her 'perplexed' expression. " much more bigger than yew."
She chuckled and glanced back at a black cauldron, whose neon green contents were nearly bubbling over.
"Price?" She allowed a twisted smile to form on her lips. " Is simple." She laughed and shook her head, before sobering and clearing her throat.
"Someting was stolen from me, someting that could destroy dis' eart as we know it." She furrowed her brows before laughing maliciously and sitting back in her woven wooden chair, her hooded eyes still on the cauldron. " all yew 'ave to do for me is retreive it."
She smirked. It was a fools errand, and she knew it. Retreiving the poltuice to immortality was a much desired item, and no one would give it up easily.
...Especially Callipso.
"From a fallen ange' 'er name is Callipso, and I need..." She paused and rose from her seat before gathering a parchment from the wooden table nearby.
"dis'." She un-coiled the paper, revealing a sketch of a glass orb attached to a silver string.
"Once yew return dis to me, I will get that ting off of your troat."
((I love her accent ^^''))
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Post by Tado on Jun 22, 2007 0:20:08 GMT -5
(( lol, yeah ))
Bigger..? Shifting his glare to the witch, he frowned. Was she trying to aggravate him even further..? Already the mark on his back started to glow softly, but he couldn't see it. He just thought the added irritation was from everything that was going wrong recently. Deciding not to try and hit her, he snatched the sketch from her and scowled. "You want me to steal an ornament..? And what exactly is 'dis' anyways?" Something that could destroy the world? Interesting. "And is that really yours, or do you just want it for yourself, I wonder..."
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Post by Trix on Jun 25, 2007 15:41:13 GMT -5
Lachra narrowed her eyes, and she clenched ehr jaw. As he mood worsened, a harsh wind began to rattle the wooden shutters over the windows.
"Ye' kestion meh integrity?" She boomed, her fists hitting the wooden table she now stood by.
Smirking, she let out a dark laugh; her mood taking a drastic, almost insane turn. "Dis? Yew want te know what dis is?" she threw her head back and laughed, her dark blonde hair moving with each burst of laughter.
"If it is around ye' neck, no one can 'arm yew." She smirked. "And, yew can disable de' power of anyone." She smirked, blinking down at her cauldron, whose contents were now glowing red.
"If yer up for de' challenge dat is."
She raised a brow and blinked at him. "Dat damn ange' stole the orb from meh once I 'ad put it in its botule."
Her anger was evident as she spoke some unknown language beneath her breath.
"Dat, young Vladimir. Dat, is meh price."
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