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1/18/2016 5:46:34 PM
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[b]The Feast of Pride and Joy[/b]
[b]wind chimes ring throughout signaling the preparations are done, everyone in the dining hall sees the King dashing in and out of the kitchen bringing large trays of food to the large table then into the wine cellar bringing out several bottles of alcohol with glasses at each seat[/b]
And with several minutes to spare before out special guest arrives
[b]His clothing changes quickly to a butlers outfit disappearing through the dining hall door and comes back several minutes later escorting a woman well remembered by the oldest members but mysterious to the newer[/b]
[spoiler]seriously this has to be larger than my other posts otherwise some people aren't having children -_-[/spoiler]
[spoiler]HAVE FUN![/spoiler]
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I'm not sure what kind of methods of manipulation you're using but it seems like it's working [b]blushes a bit and tries some more pie[/b]
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"What?" She chuckles. "Manipulation from me? Never." She grins, leans a bit on him and eats a piece of strawberry pie. "Oh my gosh. This is like heaven!"
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I'm not sure whether that can be taken as a compliment or insult
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She smiles. "Ok take a bite and see for yourself!" She holds up the fork again.
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I think you're giving yourself an excuse to lick food off my face to see how long it takes to embarrass me...very clever as always [b]tries some more pie with a slight grin[/b]
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Deciever is holding two glasses of alcohol "Ah hah hah! Now it's a party indeed!"
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Yeah I suppose it is but try not to crash anywhere we can't find you
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"Bah. This table looks adequately comfortable."
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Yes but if you fall asleep I can't promise the hounds will leave you alone
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[i]Jack leaned against a wall taking sips of his alcohol quietly, observing the room seeing who is all in hell with him. His hell hound, bright white fire seeped through his fur as he sniffed the air.[/i]
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[b]quietly watches the hound while flipping a coin[/b]
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He sees Deciever happily drinking two large glasses of alcohol
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Python sips at his rather large glass of whiskey while he's stands. He looks around the room. He was wearing a simple pair of jeans and a white shirt. The shirt was a little small, but that's to be expected with someone of his size and mass. The jeans fit well, baggy but they kept up, which is how he liked them. There was a smile on his face, an actual smile. It was happy, not empty or cold. He seemed glad to be reunited with his friends, alive or dead. [i]We're all dead, right? Hell if I know. Nice pun. Didn't even notice it.[/i] Another long drink from his glass. Upon bringing it down, he sees a war-torn battlefield, full of fire, blood and death. He blinked hardly, shaking his head. He looked back up, it was better. He grinned again, putting that in the back of his mind then took another sip of whiskey.
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Hmm already having flashbacks? I thought it would take longer
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You startled him, he jumped a bit, looking over at you then smiling, playing dumb. "Flashbacks? What are you talking about?"
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You spaced out for several seconds
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"A man can't think?" He chuckled a bit as he took another sip.
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There's a difference in body language between thinking and recollections of memory
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He nods. "Yeah...I guess there is." He adjusts his feet, looking down. He looks up again and makes eye contact as he starts speaking. "Alright, I was having a flashback....not a pretty one."
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Besides I can smell the chemical changes in your hormones and if there's a sudden change I know something is wrong
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He drinks from his glass again silently.
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[b]stares at him then walks over to a bookshelf[/b]
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He looks over at you, sipping at his glass again.
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[b]pulls a large book off the shelf and tosses it to him[/b]
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He catches the book with one hand, holding his glass with the other. He inspect the book.
