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Subject: ::aw hell::


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Max
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Date Posted: 10:17:05 03/20/05 Sun
In reply to: Briallan 's message, "late at night things i thought i put behind me haunt my mind" on 22:33:52 03/19/05 Sat

::the silence that greets her after her single statement is oppressive, and she began to wish she had not spoken. in fact, she began to wish she'd never joined this damn circus, never kissed Deangelo and never walked into this apartment a second time. her eyes grow angry, emerald sparks flying. but it was only directed at herself, no one else. no one else should be blamed, as only this particular 'ess was responsible. her lips part to say exactly that, that she was sorry for the inconvenience and would be leaving now, when a little bit of hell seemed to break loose.

things happen too fast in this town. it was like a showdown at high noon with the fastest hand in the West. only worse. they didn't have magic to complicate things. we did. though Max was no great mage nor sorceress, she understood the basics. it was in her blood, after all. she looks over the situation, trying to assess what could be done. dammit, she was getting rusty. her speed was obviously waning as she is pushed back against the wall by a force not her own. staring Sabra down with a look of pure caustic hatred, she begins to work on severing the ties that hold to her the wall. only to be freed a second later by Zeth and Briallan. his words to her are laconic and sting more than they aught to, and she opens to mouth to argue. and shuts again just as fast, realizing that maybe this was something that Bri and Zeth had to figure out on their own. as a sort of parting gift, she leaves behind the majority of her power. infusing it into both vampires on the escape with her small (but useful) knowledge of magic, she hopes that it will help a little. feeling weak and vulnerable, she quickly vaults off the escape and stalks off down the alley. pff. Sabra deserved whatever she got at this point, and the redhead was only sorry that she could not take part in the ass whoopin'::


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O shit is more like itDeangelo19:53:45 03/20/05 Sun


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