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 Posted: Mon Nov 30, 2009 5:26 pm
Passura nods and reluctantly peels himself away from Kerobian's side. He sits down on his bed and flashes the mage a sad grin. Can I carry a pillow around afterward?"
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Posted: Mon Nov 30, 2009 5:37 pm
*Kero's eyebrows shoot into his hair...which, admittedly, isn't short*
Whatever would you need that for?
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Posted: Mon Nov 30, 2009 6:40 pm
Passura grimaces. "I expect I'm going to need it mes'sirrah." he says with a short laugh that sound more like a choked chuckle than anything. He looks up and in his eyes Kero sees acceptance and a calmness that comes from knowing one has done something right. "Just tell me... what was that thing that tried to get into my head.. cause I think I'm going to need some sort of pain killer after that one."
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Posted: Mon Nov 30, 2009 6:51 pm
*Kero shudders*
A Morkoth...one of the indigenous races of the Void...Psychic Squid, basically...they hunt by immobilizing their prey with their minds, then killing it.
Now...I know this may surprise you...but I'm not going to use a paddle on you...come here, please.
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Posted: Mon Nov 30, 2009 6:54 pm
Passura stands up and goes to Kerobian's side. "Yes, mes'sirrah?" he asks, his eyes slightly worried.
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Posted: Mon Nov 30, 2009 6:56 pm
*Kero smiles at him*
Lay over my lap, please...and don't worry...I don't bite...not you, at least...now, if I ever see that Morkoth again.....well...I like Calamari...
**Love the stuff, myself....though I really like Octopus Sashimi...delicious**
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Posted: Mon Nov 30, 2009 7:08 pm
Passura sighs and shakes his head. "One minute you say I'm not going to get paddled and the next I am... make up yer mind... would ye?" He grumbles with a twisted smile, doing as he is told. "Squid is good, but we never had it fresh... it always came to us salted."
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Posted: Mon Nov 30, 2009 7:14 pm
*Kero shakes his head*
Pasa...you misunderstand my words...I said I wasn't using a paddle on you...I did not say you weren't getting whopped...
**I like that word...whopped....ye make it up...tis a great synonym?**
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Posted: Mon Nov 30, 2009 7:29 pm
**believe it or not... it's a genuine... dyed in the wool word... yep it is 3nodding **
Passura scrunches up his face and sighs. "Whop away then... guess I deserve it... I did promise not to go in there."
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Posted: Mon Nov 30, 2009 7:32 pm
*Kero rolls his eyes...such a good boy...and delivers eight cracks with his hands....and then...horror of horrors...takes Pasa and sits him on a pillow...and Pasa finds he cannot move*
Stay there for a second...I think you'll find this an interesting punishment...a very interesting one...
*Kero leaves...and Pasa finds himself surrounded...by an octet of feathers...all of which immediately go to work*
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Posted: Mon Nov 30, 2009 7:44 pm
At first the boy cannot help but giggle, then his laughter turns to stammered gasps and he cries. "Stop, mes'sirrah... please... stop... my sides are hurting... please..." he begs after a time, unable to move, not even to fend them off... or even to hold his sides, he's really not very happy anymore. if anything he's very close to tears
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Posted: Mon Nov 30, 2009 7:49 pm
*The feathers disappear almost immediately after he cries out...and Kero comes rushing in*
Pasa...are you okay?
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Posted: Mon Nov 30, 2009 7:51 pm
'My... my sides hurt..." the boy whispers hoarsely. He stares up at him. "Can I move, please, mes'sirrah... I don't like this...l I don't like it one little bit."
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Posted: Mon Nov 30, 2009 7:52 pm
*Kero immediately dispels the magic, gathering Pasa into his arms*
Come on, son...let's get you out of here...and into the kitchen...
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Posted: Mon Nov 30, 2009 7:57 pm
The boy nods glumly. "They tied me up too..." he whispers sadly, staggering to the table and easing down onto it's seat. "Only they used ropes enchanted to keep me from porting away."
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