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I am but a triffling spirit, one who has seen too many a cycle of power and corruption played out by a series of tormented spirits who refuse to rest.
Who I am matters little, in the grand scheme of things.
You, Lard Lad, are who matters most at this moment. Within you, you know exactly where Phineas belongs.
-------------------- death becomes me
From: Shangalla | Registered: Jul 2003
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quote:Originally posted by Naked Mole Rat Lad: <spies Mary's hourglass being shattered>
Mary!
<shouting her name inadvertently causes NMR Lad to release his teeth from Phineas's arse, sending him sprawling to the ground. Struggling to avoid the falling debris, he races over towards Ex and Cobalt>
Say fellas, I know I haven't absorbed as much chronal energy as Lard has, but biting the celestial mechanism flooded me with quite a bit. Is there anything I can do with it?
<Spotting Moley across the room Nobody and No One rush to his side, laughing uncontrollably.>
Dude! We told you to bite his ANKLE! Not his Arse! Still you're way kewl now! She's gotta throw Cobalt over for you Dude, she's gotta!
-------------------- Hi! How are you? <click-click> BLAM!! BLAM!! BLAM!! BLAM!! BLAM!!
From: Here? | Registered: Oct 2003
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quote:Originally posted by Ghost Girl: I am but a triffling spirit, one who has seen too many a cycle of power and corruption played out by a series of tormented spirits who refuse to rest.
Who I am matters little, in the grand scheme of things.
You, Lard Lad, are who matters most at this moment. Within you, you know exactly where Phineas belongs.
Gods...I wonder who she is?
There you are, Tim! Despite what she says I've little knowlege of chronal energy...I knew I would need you with me! I've learned my lesson over the years, Ghost Girl...a man is nothing without his friends. I'm sure that's a lesson DARK LARD never learned....
Tim...take my hand and help me access the power...
<Time-Teller Lad does so and the two of them close their eyes in concentration>
-------------------- "Suck it, depressos!"--M. Lash
From: The Underbelly of Society | Registered: Jul 2003
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<to Everyday Girl> A locket, young one. Look for the locket...
<to Lard Lad> I... recall no Dru.
I cannot recall interacting with the living in many a century... If this 'Dru' was a spirit who journeyed onward in recent years, I would not know her.
...unless she had died but had yet to move on. But I have detected no such spirit here. I am sorry, Lad of the Lard.
-------------------- death becomes me
From: Shangalla | Registered: Jul 2003
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