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Seeking Pages in the Medusa's Head
ChangelingChilde
Posts: 231
4/24/2018
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This is a background event I wrote for a roleplay on another site, but I thought it might be enjoyed by all of you here as well. Probably not canon-compliant, but you never know.
"Ah, Obscuritant Zee-Captain. If I'd known you were here I would have be more incognispicuous. Does our understandably malingerevolent comrademy have any messages for me?"
Somehow the captain understands this without much effort. "The one you wish so hard to forget remembers you. He has walked through your dreams like the ghost he is; he knows that you argued for leniency in the matters of the Second and Third. You amuse him and you show signs of regret; you will be better off than most of your fellows in a reckoning."
Pages--for it is undeniably Pages, no one else is so giftedly bad at English--is taken aback for a moment, then nods. "I have most sorrowfuriating necessigretitudes in that matter. Nonetheless, I would prefer no reckoningizing occur."
"A reckoning will not be postponed indefinitely." The words echo, as if another voice had momentarily joined in.
Pages sighs, looks around and sighs again upon realizing that all the tables are currently in use. "Is there anyone willighted to spare a Master a table? Preferably without excess gossipitude, I did not intend to be so spotlightful."
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DO you recall how the Hunger began?
I'm sorry, my darling, I don't think I can!
OUT past the High Wilderness and beyond
I fear I've gone Seeking, for of Him I'm fond.
--The Elfin Cannibal
Seven scars, seven chains, a soul too stained for Hell, and seven sainted candles burning at the well.
Gone to Grieve on the 17th day of the 7th month, 1897. Will be Vake-hunting next.
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ChangelingChilde
Posts: 231
4/24/2018
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If I continue this, I’ll have to see if I can add in such phrases as ‘unlubbery communicommando’ and possibly ‘joyfarthericious’ 
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DO you recall how the Hunger began?
I'm sorry, my darling, I don't think I can!
OUT past the High Wilderness and beyond
I fear I've gone Seeking, for of Him I'm fond.
--The Elfin Cannibal
Seven scars, seven chains, a soul too stained for Hell, and seven sainted candles burning at the well.
Gone to Grieve on the 17th day of the 7th month, 1897. Will be Vake-hunting next.
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