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Post by Mayhem on Apr 9, 2006 10:51:18 GMT -5
A sigh of relief came to Milo's lips as he entered the sunny room. "Good to see at least some people enjoy light around here...."
"Actually, it's mainly for the moon, but to each their own," the voice came from a chair towards the back, it was from behind the large, oak desk. The room was lavishaly furnished in black leather sofas and oak coffee tables. It was rather large with the sofas lining the walls as if to scream this room was visited often by a large number of people at a time.
Milo turned his attention from the many sofas to the man. He looked about seventy with a white suite and black tie. His gotee was slightly long, but not uncared for. Whispy white hair completed the look that reminded Milo exactly of Col. Sanders. "Sir..."
"Call me Doctor. Sir has an odd ring to it that tends to make me shiver," Doctor said, his smile was warm as the sunlight to Milo.
"Doctor, I have a long and confusing story to tell...I'll most likely be beheaded for it, but I have to do this..."
"Well then, come my boy, sit down on a sofa and make yoursel comfortable."
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Post by Malum on Apr 9, 2006 14:32:42 GMT -5
((Nice detail, you're writing skill has improve a lot. I commend and exalt you))
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Post by Mayhem on Apr 9, 2006 15:34:30 GMT -5
((Grimbles is pleased.))
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Post by loganfan on Apr 9, 2006 16:47:37 GMT -5
oooo, i love the name milo.....yay! great story!!!
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Post by Mayhem on Apr 9, 2006 20:24:43 GMT -5
((Aw... Thanks you, Sonja-chan.))
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Post by loganfan on Apr 12, 2006 9:52:32 GMT -5
(( oh, yeah.......oops... i mean:((whatever i said earlier...))))
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Post by viceroy489 on Apr 12, 2006 20:57:13 GMT -5
good story Miss. Grimm
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Post by Mayhem on May 3, 2006 20:37:57 GMT -5
"Reina, give it back!" I ordered a bubbly maid, walking calmly after her skipping steps. She was walking backwards and her chocolate banana curls were bouncing with every step. She kept her hands behind her back and the tassle of our guard helmets was sticking out from behind her small frame.
"I have no idea what you are talking about!" she informed me, laughing. She increased her speed and laughed louder with her childish bell tolls. The light from the torches made her dark brown eyes seemed almost black compared to their reflective light.
"C'mon! Quit lyin', you got it in your hands!" I pleaded, motioning with my mail gloved hands to the lovestricken maid's hands. Who was the person of her affection? The entire royal guard...
She smirked at me before she made her reply. "It's not yours. It's Kijalo's!" she proudly told me, holding out a rusty helmet with a yellowed tassle. She fondly began to shine it with her sleeve that she had just spit on. Holding it up to examine it in the vacant corridor's glimmering light.
"Well I'll be... Where did you put mine then?!" I demanded, sighing at her smile that told me she wasn't there, but in the arms of the brave warrior Kijalo. "Reina..?"
"Huh?" she asked, looking up from her shining. "Oh, I put it back by your sword as you looked away from me to see that one girl walk by," she said, lips puffing out as she said 'one girl'. She had competition at the castle.
Feeling flustered that I had over looked my own hiding place, I ran a hand over my then bald head. "You coulda told me that!" I yelled, getting a smile in return. She knew I was all talk. "Bah, I gotta get back to work..."
"Try not to die!" seh called to me as I opened a door leading to the roof of out little castle by the sea.
Despite the sea's warming effects, we still were cold in December. The glistening walls had succombed to the enchanting coating of frost that gave out castle the name "Diamond Temple". It truly was amazing. A real sight to see back then, now, I'm sure, it's just a pile of rubble as everything else of my island country...'
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"If I may intrude on this recolection. What, exactly, does this have to do with your problem?" the old man asked, tilting his glasses down the tip of his nose.
"Well, what is the first thing you ask someone?" Milo asked, sitting up on the couch that he had laid down on.
"Usually, 'what is your problem...." the old man responded, shaking his head, knowing what Milo was expecting.
"Really? Well I'll be damned. I thought it was going to be-"
"Tell me about your mother? Bah, mothers are so... over used." he responded to Milo's look of question.
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Post by Malum on May 4, 2006 19:52:05 GMT -5
((lol, "Tell me about your mother". Good. You have my interest, which is rare. Continue))
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Post by Mayhem on May 4, 2006 20:33:13 GMT -5
((I am honored.))
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Post by Malum on May 5, 2006 7:54:11 GMT -5
((You better be))
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Post by viceroy489 on Nov 17, 2006 19:20:32 GMT -5
Your ending makes me want to know what is next, great work
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Post by kroova on Nov 17, 2006 22:55:06 GMT -5
Fucking suck up. =O
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Post by Mayhem on Nov 18, 2006 2:43:22 GMT -5
^-^ Sucking up gets you fucking no where with me.
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Post by kroova on Nov 18, 2006 14:38:39 GMT -5
You look nice today, Grimm.
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