((Permission granted from Star Wars muns some time ago--half of which is me :-P ))She glided into the sorting room, tall, whip-thin and chalk-pale under her billowing black cloak. She took her time, surveying the room as she did so. When she lowered the hood of her cloak, eyes almost as pale as her skin flicked around, taking in the sights, and
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"You know, you're going to have to fix that table."
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"You can stay like that until you promise to fix it."
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That was bad. This, however, was highly annoying, which could be sometimes worse. She gritted her teeth and crossed her arms, reaching out in the Force to balance herself so that at least she would not topple like some absurd child's toy. "I am a Sith. I can keep this up for a very long time."
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Silly question. Everyone was worth skewering.
But perhaps not until she had a better grasp on this place. She set her jaw and resolutely ignored him.
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"I AM BEOWULF," boomed he who was Beowulf. "I THINK YOU KNOW WHY I AM HERE."
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"I'M HERE TO KILL YOUR MONSTER!" He wore a disturbing grin.
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"And if I was to say that I was the only monster here? What then, Beowulf?"
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Then again, it was possible she was from Armace's world - she looked about right to be one of his kind, except for being far shorter than most of them were.
"W-where did you get those?"
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He waved his tiny arm at the woman. "Hey! What's the haps?"
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"I have no idea what you just said."
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(no audible punctuation there)
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