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Feb 03, 2009 18:55

Youth dreams a bliss on this side of death. It dreams a rest, if not more deep, More grateful than this marble sleep; It hears a voice within it tell: Calm's not life's crown, though calm is well. 'Tis all perhaps which man acquires, But 'tis not what our youth desires.

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devilmythos February 4 2009, 01:42:28 UTC

Quite poetic, milady.

symmachy February 4 2009, 02:01:21 UTC

My name is Scathach.

Sparda. What sort of creature are you?

devilmythos February 4 2009, 02:18:01 UTC

As you wish, Scathach.

Depends on who you ask.

symmachy February 4 2009, 02:23:10 UTC

I am asking you.

devilmythos February 4 2009, 02:26:43 UTC

I am the handsome sort.

symmachy February 4 2009, 02:27:43 UTC

I am not a child anymore.

Tell me what sort of creature you are.

Private devilmythos February 4 2009, 02:35:00 UTC

You were quite charming back then, though. Quite charming indeed.

I am a demon.

private. symmachy February 4 2009, 02:40:01 UTC

Two and a half millennia can change a person.

Indeed. How intriguing.

private. devilmythos February 4 2009, 02:42:40 UTC

Indeed it can. Though whose to say you are not charming still, Scatty.

Likewise.

private. symmachy February 4 2009, 02:46:33 UTC

I charm when I need to, Sparda.

How old are you?

private. devilmythos February 4 2009, 02:56:34 UTC

I do not doubt that! I do not doubt that at all.

Two millennia among humans. Previous to that, quite some time but couldn't say with accuracy.

private. symmachy February 4 2009, 02:57:55 UTC

I see.

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