Gentle Voice
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Aslana sat down on a branch watch things go by.
"I'd like to see you TRY and get up here...." she threatened. "I'm the one who is a lot more powerful than you, I suggest you zip your lip and stop blowing things up, I don't appriciate your attitude young man!"
ooc- ROFL AHAHAHAHA
ic: " MOM SAID I WAS IN CHARGE , SO SHUT UP BEFORE I MARK UP YOUR SCRAPBOOK " he yelled angrily. He got off the carriage and proceeded to the golden Castle. He knocked on the door. " Better " he said referring to Frenchie. A guard came to the door and almsot fainted at the sudden army of darkness. Mortmeror laughed. With a flick of his wrist the guard smashed against the wall and was knocked out. He proceeded to the throne room but suddenly turned around to the army. " Stay Here " he hissed. He proceeded to the throne room to make yet , another speech followed by a curse.
ooc- ROFL AHAHAHAHA
ic: " MOM SAID I WAS IN CHARGE , SO SHUT UP BEFORE I MARK UP YOUR SCRAPBOOK " he yelled angrily. He got off the carriage and proceeded to the golden Castle. He knocked on the door. " Better " he said referring to Frenchie. A guard came to the door and almsot fainted at the sudden army of darkness. Mortmeror laughed. With a flick of his wrist the guard smashed against the wall and was knocked out. He proceeded to the throne room but suddenly turned around to the army. " Stay Here " he hissed. He proceeded to the throne room to make yet , another speech followed by a curse.
"No, MOM SAID I WAS IN CHARGE! And we don't even share the same mother so ya know, don't matter, I'm in charge cuz I said so." Frenchie added.
" IM THE KING , SO I AM IN CHARGE " he grumbled , looking up at Frenchie. " Now , shut up and continue your scrapbooking on the throne , I need to make another speech "
ooc: HE CAN FLY HE CAN FLY HE CAN FLY!
ic: "HA, that's what you think..." Frenche replied.
ooc- what the..
ooc-could you interact with nathariel just a little please?
the whole *follows mortimer* things is a little boring.
Nathariel was scared at this idea, but obediently took the sword and stood by the door.
ooc-thank you, and LOL about the coke.
ooc- lol Im too lazy to make the speech ...
10 mins later
ic: After Mortemor had made his victory speech and curse , he went back inside and sat on the throne , looking at Nathariel at the door. " Come back inside Nathariel " he said motioning her. He looked at Frenchie. " Hows your scrapbook going "
Nathariel was extremely relieved that she didn't have to kill anyone. "How is the takeover going Master? Where to after this?"
" After this , i am not sure " he said wondering where to go. He then glanced at Frenchie. " Now now Frenchie , settle down " he said grumpily. " And you better have a picture of me in there " he said trying to glance at the book. " And it better be on my right side , thats where Im most handsome " he grinned.
ooc-lol
*waits for frenchie's quip*
ic-"When do we leave, and what would you like me to do until then?" asked Nathariel, curtsying and returning the sword to Mortimer.