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Post by goblingirl on Mar 30, 2006 16:04:29 GMT -5
Errmmmm......my nameee izzzz Gustav.
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Post by Hobbit-eyes on Mar 30, 2006 16:24:21 GMT -5
That's nice, Gustav. What have you done with Thea?
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Post by goblingirl on Mar 30, 2006 16:31:01 GMT -5
Who izzzz Thea? Anzzer mi question firrrst.
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Post by Hobbit-eyes on Mar 30, 2006 16:41:41 GMT -5
Um, no, thankies. This is my board.
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Post by goblingirl on Mar 30, 2006 16:50:02 GMT -5
*glare* I ave done nothik wiv er.
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Post by Hobbit-eyes on Mar 31, 2006 7:31:56 GMT -5
Dear oh dear. Perhaps an update will coax her out of hiding.
There is a room filled with hourglasses. Each hourglass is labelled with a name. The room is filled with the soft roar of sand pouring away from the top bulb to the other. Some are more full than others; some have only a few grains left. Some only ever had a few grains to begin with.
A black-cloaked figure stalks through the aisles of hourglasses. He has a strange sense of accomplishment. Before he had only been in charge of one Fanverse – an interesting Fanverse, to be sure, with plenty of cats, but just the one.
But now he had been hired – hired! Someone had taken notice of his accomplishments and requested its services. And he had the feeling that soon its services would be needed.
He reaches some of the new hourglasses. Most are still very full, suggesting a long full life ahead of the people they refer to, but what he reads in the nodes he worked out earlier disagrees.
It was as he had suspected - the fabric of the Plotlines was becoming distorted, tangled as the threads intercrossed and interfered with each other. Yet the individual Plotlines were still all struggling to continue on their given path, straining to tug free from knots and punch through obstructions.
But the fabric of the Plotlines was weak. Easily torn. And he knows what that would create.
But that isn’t his problem. All that concerns him in this is the Duty.
He allows himself a sigh, closes the nodes and tucks them into an invisible pocket inside his cowl. He picks up his scythe, examines how the air glows an ethereal blue around the blade, and grins. Not that you could tell.
SHOWTIME, says Death.
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Post by goblingirl on Mar 31, 2006 8:01:42 GMT -5
Thea: *bursts in* THANKEE KATIE!!!!!!
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Post by Hobbit-eyes on Apr 1, 2006 13:42:54 GMT -5
Tis OK.... now get rid of this Gustav person.
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Post by goblingirl on Apr 1, 2006 14:43:38 GMT -5
Already gone my dear.
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Post by Hobbit-eyes on Apr 1, 2006 15:04:57 GMT -5
Hahahahahahaha. MY BOARD!
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Post by goblingirl on Apr 1, 2006 15:09:25 GMT -5
Yes, that's a point. Can I be a mod? You promised when we got more people...and now we have...Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease?
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Post by Hobbit-eyes on Apr 1, 2006 15:23:01 GMT -5
.... that's a fair point....
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Post by goblingirl on Apr 1, 2006 15:29:17 GMT -5
*puppy dog eyes**is not convincing**holds up cute, 7 year old brother, and makes him do puppy dog eyes*
Beric: Pleeeeeease?
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Post by Hobbit-eyes on Apr 1, 2006 15:42:09 GMT -5
Probably. At some point. Can't right now.
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Post by goblingirl on Apr 1, 2006 15:53:29 GMT -5
Okay! Thank you.
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