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Post by QKat on Oct 9, 2005 2:36:16 GMT -5
((Yes, Beany, you should be used to my danke stories by now. And caith is feeling major dejavu, here, and being irritated by it... *sigh* poor caithy. Why'm I so mean to my charries? Oh, yea... it's fun.... mew... should I quit barging in on your rp's? Feel free to delete my posts when you read them... meow.... *shrug*))
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Post by Daniel on Oct 11, 2005 19:15:43 GMT -5
Tom smirked. "How do you know im not making you?"
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Post by Pathos on Oct 11, 2005 19:21:22 GMT -5
|He rolled his eyes, blue flashing in the reddening sun. "Because I'm not frightened of you, of course. I'm used to death threats. I'm used to lies. As it is...Only my father can command me." He shrugged one shoulder, then looked out over the still pond, at the auguries. "...So much stillness...It's almost smothering..."|
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Post by Daniel on Oct 11, 2005 19:22:34 GMT -5
"Its not really that bad." tom leans his arms on his elbows. "So... will there be interference when i go after the girls, jesse?"
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Post by Pathos on Oct 11, 2005 19:28:23 GMT -5
|He shook his head. "I...cannot. Please, don't hurt Sarah too much. Make it quick, make it painless. Don't taunt her, don't...Just don't..." He gave up, and slumped, lifting his hand a grinding his palm into his blue eye. It was so obviously painful, that constant, sharp pressure, but he made not a sound.|
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Post by Daniel on Oct 11, 2005 19:29:42 GMT -5
"Have you a fondness for her? All right, but i'll see to it that becca gets twice the pain. I dont think you care for her."
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Post by Pathos on Oct 12, 2005 5:06:52 GMT -5
|"Fondness?" He laughed, shivering and whispery and soft. "What an odd way to put it...No, I've no particular fondness for her, beyond the fact that she...she sees things the way I do, to some extent. It is respect, I suppose." He tilted his head, sly gleam in his eyes. "There is, as you well know, only one person that I am 'fond' of at the moment."|
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Post by Daniel on Oct 12, 2005 5:43:31 GMT -5
Tom smirked silently. Staring out into the marshlands, he felt contented.
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Post by Pathos on Oct 12, 2005 16:04:17 GMT -5
|A slight pause, and Jesse stared at the Dark Lord through heavy-hooded eyes. "I love myself, only myself, Mr. Riddle, for I am the only one who has ever cared. You, meanwhile, have my eye. Nothing more." He stood, peering down his sharp, delicate nose at Tom. "Prove yourself. Catch a boar and roast it in my honor. Obtain a mythical treasure. Take over the world. I don't care. But until you show me that Tom Riddle, poor boy that he was, survived the rise of Lord Voldemort, I am neither friend, nor enemy." He bowed his head, then turned. "Good day."|
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Post by Daniel on Oct 12, 2005 17:53:44 GMT -5
"See you." Tom sighs and apparates. *since you can do that here*
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Post by Pathos on Oct 12, 2005 18:03:05 GMT -5
|Jesse turns back, because he had not actually moved in the time it took for Tom to disappear. Briefly, he wonders if the man actually will roast a boar in his honor. It would be just the thing to soften Jesse up, too. But then he blinks, and there's a wetness in his eyes that wasn't there before. Then he spins on his heel and he is gone, striding off through the woods, the mournful call of the auguries following him like Death itself. There was a cave, further in, that he had visited once before. Half-buried in the ground, he had crawled into it, and had half-healed a number of his own broken ribs. Perhaps he could return, and heal another sort of break.|
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Post by Daniel on Oct 12, 2005 18:08:10 GMT -5
Tom goes off to get a boar.
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Post by Pathos on Oct 12, 2005 18:12:24 GMT -5
((Again: Oh god.))
|There was the cave, still half-hidden beneath the ground.And there was the huge, cliff-like rock that shaded it, keeping out rain and attracting animals all at the same time. With a small sigh, he dipped low and shuffled through the crack between the rock and the tree next to it, emerging into a relatively spacious stone 'room'. In the far corner, on a large stone slab, was an old canvas bag, and Jesse smiled, because he had left it there last time, had used it to carry bottles and herbs and a portable cauldron and bunsen burner. Everything he needed to cure most cuts, bruises, sprains and breaks.|
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Post by Daniel on Oct 12, 2005 19:05:39 GMT -5
fuuuuuuuuuuun. He's not too successful. Back to taking over the world... while looking for a boar this time.
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Post by Pathos on Oct 12, 2005 19:12:20 GMT -5
|To tell the truth...he really didn't care about the boar, or the world, or...or anything. He wanted, more than anything, to know that, beneath the Dark Lord, there was still lonely Tom Riddle, who, while spiteful and angry and powerful, was still, above all else, human. That would be nice, he mused. Someone who could not only understand, but could reciprocate. He sighed, settled on the slab next to his canvas bag, and began removing bottles.|
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