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Post by Delilah A. Black on Apr 13, 2013 20:56:14 GMT -8
"WE ARE THE THREE WITCHES," Delilah suddenly declared with a flourish of a black stained hand. "'Scept there's only twouv us...ARYN CAN BE TWO OF THE THREE WITCHES." she nodded her head most sagely, and that was that.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Apr 14, 2013 10:04:05 GMT -8
Bastille leaned back and watched- her expression remaining rather unreadable. Crimson hues followed their contact with precise accuracy. She was focusing. Her fingers moved through the sand, like she was petting a cat.
"hrm..." She mouthed lightly and looking at Delilah. "I do suppose you're right." Although she wasn't specific about if it was something she had said, or did.
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Post by Marcus Prasad on May 9, 2013 23:36:33 GMT -8
Oh Marcus was enjoying himself quite nicely at the moment, managing to keep still and NOT tackling Aryn to the ground and continuing where they left off back in the apartment store where they first met.
It was surprising how much self control he could have when he put his mind to it.
Aryns little ploy certainly WAS having an effect. Not having the little vixen in sight added a touch of thrill to the game when one kept in mind how dangerous a flirt she was and is.
Still holding steady, the man found a small coner of his brain pondering Del and Bastilles conundrum.
"Well. If you guys are the witches now, would that make me Macbeth now? Seeking his fate or whatever?"
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