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Date Posted: 17:30:11 03/03/02 Sun
Author: .siren.
Subject: .i'm of a mind to agree.
In reply to:
Insatiable
's message, "~+~oh, how sad~+~" on 17:07:56 03/03/02 Sun
**the magnetic pull of a rising conversation summons her gently from her solitude, and she makes swift emergence from the shadows. surveillance of the scene taking place efficiently, she loads the weight of her opinion onto the scales beside martyr and insatiable, more than enough to tip the balance. a reproving gaze is set upon the hide of ridicule, a gentle reminder that the mare is not above the respect of newcomers, especially one of apparent worth**
.pray.
.keep in mind your humbleness.
.for there are those here that could do you harm for forgetting.
**the acidity that could have made stinging injuries of these quietly uttered admonishes is not present, and if it were possible with an equine anatomy, she would have only borne a 'raised brow.' the storm comes, ridicule, would you have yourself swept away by its combined might? a calm eye is kept upon the mare she now reprimands, monitoring her responses with equable composure. it's only politeness to accept the respect of others with grace and coolness. you've yet to truly cross the line in my eye, but what is that i see, your feet hovering over the boundary?**
~siren~
(*ergles, kicking her computer and her faulty internet connection*)
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.mimic. -- Mime, 17:42:22 03/03/02 Sun
torrent of winds. huhsed silence. listen closely.
Indeed, listen closely "dear" Ridicule. Not to be placed as a guard, her with me the Mime? Dear Ridicule, please choose your words more wisely. One of usual stillness approaches grouping, mug raised, dilated nares quivering. She wished not to betray her alliance to Ridicule, yet sshe must stand for stronger alliances such as the Mayr and Tidus. Your first and final warning. Correct your mistake. Pyre grows steadily within flaring soul, calm exterior masking ravaging screams within. Sient the mime stands, though loud she appears. Presence of a mime is not to be underestimated.
.trapped in an invisible box, yet maybe simply invisible to you.
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|:~:|§in|:~:| -- Tidus, 17:51:18 03/03/02 Sun
|:~:|Gaze flickers to the arriving forms. Ah, Ridicule, I see you are quite outnumbered. 'Smirk' plays 'cross maw as optics fall upon Insatiable. I shall accept your request for alliance, young one. Once more, orbs grace Ridicule. You'd be wise to correct your mistake, as my friend has stated.|:~:|
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‡Silence‡ -- §ilent Zephyr, 18:08:43 03/03/02 Sun
‡Iv'ry wench hath seen it all callopse. Grunt emitts as she joins quarell.‡
Hello my friends.. New comer. What have we here? A quarell betwixt alliances? How interesting. I personally am not one to take sides. Alliances are something to be made with time. Yet new-comer (sorry cant remember your name) seems alliance material. As well as Tidus and Martyr. Stronger alliances are requested betwixt duo o' power.
‡Silent one stands near..watching..and observing all that happens‡
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[.one slip is all it takes.] -- [:.knife edge.:], 18:21:17 03/03/02 Sun
[.while my dislike of tidus is profound.]
[.i hold a healthy respect.]
[.for what she can do.]
[.and my own haughty acts.]
[.prove confidence.]
[.what i think of my.]
[.star studded poet.]
[.is not a mystery.]
[.and siren?.]
[.eh, why not.]
[.so you see, ridicule.]
[.i fear i take the side of those i know.]
[.understand you, i do.]
[.but respect?.]
[.naw.]
[.i'd turn you in.]
[.just for the money.]
[.friend or not.]
[.too broke for friends.]
[.mug snakes forth..taking a compelling grip upon brutal's throat..a calm reminder..and to tidus..crest curves..a request.]
[.my mocking remarks.]
[.still bold upon the air.]
[.but yet, i cannot change who i am.]
[.nor can this.]
[.this ridicule.]
[.but gangs are fun.]
[.no?.]
[.i ask this much.]
[.that we halt the fight.]
[.for no good can the come.]
[.of war within a mob.]
[.au contrair.]
[.teamwork.]
[.i plead not.]
[.nor wish allience.]
[.merely..]
[.holding off.]
[.of battles.]
[.until this settles.]
[.and our side splits once again.]
.says he.
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.mimic. -- Mime, 18:36:00 03/03/02 Sun
torrent of winds. hushed silence. listen closely.
frame shifts closer to newest appracher, the Zephyr, nod issued to he, Knife Edge. respected brute, company enjoyed. Good Ridicule, you see know what you are up against. I am not angered easily, yet now I have been pushed to far and will join the rnaks of my alliances. Ivories snap, lobes laced to skull. Raging inferno shows briefly 'pon calm exterior, ashen frame standing a'side the Zephyr and the Martyr. Pools flit 'cross all whom stand in the "mob", smirk apparent 'pon ashen lips.
.trapped in an invisible box, yet maybe simply invisible to you.
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~+~threaded breath~+~ -- Insatiable, 20:13:52 03/03/02 Sun
An alliance formed with one so wicked.
How wonderful.
Others were steadily streaming forth.
Pity over took her for the she dubbed Ridicule.
Stormy nicker was emitted to those of new aquaintance.
Nares drink in their scent.
Alliance offered still to the Martyr's Sacrifice and perhaps the Silent Zephyr.
She'd see more about this Knife's Edge.
Mime.
she was worthy though she'd bide her time just a bit.
Ridicule.
Poor poor Ridicule.
She slipped,
took a fall,
and lost it all.
That's how the tides change so rapidly.
Scarey isn't it?
...The lull in the storm is only the prelude to the havoc it reeks...
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