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[superiorheight]

Who: Purple, Red, Illyria
What: Their slow-dancing loss grinds to a horrifying halt 8|
When: NOW
Where: The same ill fated hall as last time
Rating: PG

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[noworldleft]

[Illyria was just walking down the hall, minding her own business, when she saw ... those fucking alien things again. o_o SHE CAN'T ESCAPE THEM fsgfdg]

Who are you to approach me?

[haveasandwich]

Tch. We're just walking. It's a free castle... Until we... Take it over.

[He pauses and leans over to Purple.] Doesn't she seem familiar?

[superiorheight]

Isn't that what that creepy monster said when-- [and then the music starts... no

NOOOO]

[noworldleft]

[Where is this music coming from?? Why are they coming closer? WHAT IS HAPPENING?!?! Illyria tries to inch away, but she won't run. That is unbefitting of a godking.]

What strange magic is this?