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65 – The Testing Facility
“Rebellion is inevitable, the only question is how long you can prolong its coming.”
It took a few tries for Mr. Happy to find the door to the testing facility and in the end it was a worn down sign reading -
ANTIDISESTABLISHMENTARIANISM UNION MEETING: SUNDAY
- in faded letters that gave its location away. Set in the wall near the sign, one could faintly pick out a dark rectangular line that delineated a portion of stone about the size of a doorway. Looking closer one could see another smaller rectangle set in the wall about face-height and lying on its side like a letter slot in a post office. There was no doorknob or handle to the door. Remembering the process that had been required to enter the mage building, (Cens) Mr. Happy carefully studied the door and then the surrounding area to see if there was anything suggesting how to enter. But there was no means of opening the door in sight. Hadn’t Sinusoidal had to do a special knock at the mage guild to get in? Hesitantly he reached out and hit the door three times. No sounds came from the other side. He pounded the door again, harder. What if there was no one inside?
But a second later a faint shuffle of feet came from the other side of the door, then a thump as of something hollow being dropped, and the slot near the door’s top was pulled open with a quick grating of rock on rock. A pair of blue eyes peered down at him from beneath white eyebrows. The voice that came from beneath the eyes was deep and slightly melodic.
Jon123jon123:Yes?
Mr. Happy:Uh…
What had Sinusoidal said?
Mr. Happy:Um, can I have a lemon?
Jon123jon123:And why’d you be wanting a lemon?
Mr. Happy:I need to get in.
Jon123jon123
Jon123jon123:Well you don’t need a lemon for that(C)
Mr. Happy:I don’t?
Jon123jon123:Nah, but you do have to do something…
Jon123jon123:Wait, give me a second.
Jon123jon123:There was a right way to say it…
The white eyebrows furrowed in thought.
“Rebellion is inevitable, the only question is how long you can prolong its coming.”
It took a few tries for Mr. Happy to find the door to the testing facility and in the end it was a worn down sign reading -
ANTIDISESTABLISHMENTARIANISM UNION MEETING: SUNDAY
- in faded letters that gave its location away. Set in the wall near the sign, one could faintly pick out a dark rectangular line that delineated a portion of stone about the size of a doorway. Looking closer one could see another smaller rectangle set in the wall about face-height and lying on its side like a letter slot in a post office. There was no doorknob or handle to the door. Remembering the process that had been required to enter the mage building, (Cens) Mr. Happy carefully studied the door and then the surrounding area to see if there was anything suggesting how to enter. But there was no means of opening the door in sight. Hadn’t Sinusoidal had to do a special knock at the mage guild to get in? Hesitantly he reached out and hit the door three times. No sounds came from the other side. He pounded the door again, harder. What if there was no one inside?
But a second later a faint shuffle of feet came from the other side of the door, then a thump as of something hollow being dropped, and the slot near the door’s top was pulled open with a quick grating of rock on rock. A pair of blue eyes peered down at him from beneath white eyebrows. The voice that came from beneath the eyes was deep and slightly melodic.
Jon123jon123:Yes?
Mr. Happy:Uh…
What had Sinusoidal said?
Mr. Happy:Um, can I have a lemon?
Jon123jon123:And why’d you be wanting a lemon?
Mr. Happy:I need to get in.
Jon123jon123
Jon123jon123:Well you don’t need a lemon for that(C)
Mr. Happy:I don’t?
Jon123jon123:Nah, but you do have to do something…
Jon123jon123:Wait, give me a second.
Jon123jon123:There was a right way to say it…
The white eyebrows furrowed in thought.
27-May-2006 22:12:42
Jon123jon123:Aha!
Jon123jon123:To gain for thee
Jon123jon123:Lawful entry
Jon123jon123
lease answer me
Jon123jon123:These riddles three.
Jon123jon123 looked pleased to have remembered the rhyme and stood there expectantly.
(C)Mr. Happy waited but nothing more came.
(C)Mr. Happy:What riddles?
Jon123jon123:Um…oh crp.
Jon123jon123:I can’t remember.
(C)Mr. Happy:Can I just come in?
Jon123jon123:Wait, wait, the first was some onomatopoeia thing.
(C)Mr. Happy
nomatopoeia?
Jon123jon123:Yes! That was the answer!
Jon123jon123
k, now the second riddle…
Mr. Happy:Just let me in.
The man gazed out thoughtfully for a few more seconds then appeared to give up.
Jon123jon123:Um, well sure I guess.
Jon123jon123:I’ll remember the other ones later.
(C)Mr. Happy:Kk.
The slot quickly closed and there was a shuffling and scraping from behind the door before it swung silently inwards. (C)Mr. Happy began walking into the building before the door had finished its swing. The magnetic pull was close and he was longing to find out what it emanated from.
The sight of what was inside stopped him, however. He had entered a huge, square room with twenty or so carved stone figures arranged along its edges. Most carried featureless faces, worn away from years of neglect or eaten at by mosses but the three near the center of the opposite wall were still recognizable. Zamorak stood valiantly between Guthix and Saradomin, his eyes seeming to glare out at some invisible opponent. There was a bucket filled with what looked like water at his feet.
It was not the room that surprised Mr. Happy most, though, but Jon123jon123. Where he had expected a tall, wizened man there stood instead a small person perhaps a little over half Mr. Happy** height. A white beard hung from his chin to match his eyebrows, making him look like a gnome. Near the door lay a box and Mr. Happy guessed that Jon123jon123 had been standing on the box to answer the door.
Jon123jon123:To gain for thee
Jon123jon123:Lawful entry
Jon123jon123
lease answer me
Jon123jon123:These riddles three.
Jon123jon123 looked pleased to have remembered the rhyme and stood there expectantly.
(C)Mr. Happy waited but nothing more came.
(C)Mr. Happy:What riddles?
Jon123jon123:Um…oh crp.
Jon123jon123:I can’t remember.
(C)Mr. Happy:Can I just come in?
Jon123jon123:Wait, wait, the first was some onomatopoeia thing.
(C)Mr. Happy
nomatopoeia?
Jon123jon123:Yes! That was the answer!
Jon123jon123
k, now the second riddle…
Mr. Happy:Just let me in.
The man gazed out thoughtfully for a few more seconds then appeared to give up.
Jon123jon123:Um, well sure I guess.
Jon123jon123:I’ll remember the other ones later.
(C)Mr. Happy:Kk.
The slot quickly closed and there was a shuffling and scraping from behind the door before it swung silently inwards. (C)Mr. Happy began walking into the building before the door had finished its swing. The magnetic pull was close and he was longing to find out what it emanated from.
The sight of what was inside stopped him, however. He had entered a huge, square room with twenty or so carved stone figures arranged along its edges. Most carried featureless faces, worn away from years of neglect or eaten at by mosses but the three near the center of the opposite wall were still recognizable. Zamorak stood valiantly between Guthix and Saradomin, his eyes seeming to glare out at some invisible opponent. There was a bucket filled with what looked like water at his feet.
It was not the room that surprised Mr. Happy most, though, but Jon123jon123. Where he had expected a tall, wizened man there stood instead a small person perhaps a little over half Mr. Happy** height. A white beard hung from his chin to match his eyebrows, making him look like a gnome. Near the door lay a box and Mr. Happy guessed that Jon123jon123 had been standing on the box to answer the door.
27-May-2006 22:13:00 - Last edited on 27-May-2006 22:13:26 by Azure Sunday
Jon123jon123:So, come to test some pots?
(C)Mr. Happy:Um, no I’m here to…
(C)Mr. Happy:To study these statues.
It was the first thing he could think of.
Jon123jon123:Ah, to pray you mean.
Jon123jon123:I mistook you for a herblore man.
(C)Mr. Happy:Um, yes
Mr. Happy looked around the room, which was lit by a series of candles set up throughout the chamber. There were six doors set in the three walls away from the entrance, two in each. The pull seemed to come from the northeast, but all that lay in that direction was one of the room’s corners. Which door would he have to go through?
Jon123jon123:An old member then?
(C)Mr. Happy:Um, no I am new here.
Jon123jon123:Wow, don’t get many new disciples.
(C)Mr. Happy:Really?
Jon123jon123:Yeah, they’ve been trying to get rid of those a long time.
He indicated the statues.
Jon123jon123:We allowed them to make this a testing facility,
Jon123jon123:And now they want to destroy those.
(C)Mr. Happy:We?
Jon123jon123:Yea, the antidisestablishmentarians.
(C)Mr. Happy:Uh…
His mind had blanked out the last word. It seemed too big to be a real word.
(C)Mr. Happy:What?
Jon123jon123
, this used to be a popular temple.
Jon123jon123:But with this new Personal God stuff interest has been waning.
Jon123jon123:Now they want to denounce the Runescape Gods!
(C)Mr. Happy:Um, sure.
He had to get Jon123jon123 away to go through any of the doors, he decided. What lay behind the doors was probably forbidden.
(C)Mr. Happy:Go away now, I need to pray.
(C)Mr. Happy started heading towards the statues to make his point. But Jon123jon123 followed instead of leaving as Mr. Happy had expected. (C)Mr. Happy reached the Guthix statue and knelt in prayer, taking peeks out of the corner of his eye to see what Jon123jon123 was doing. The small man headed to the Zamorak statue, picked a wet rag out of the scrub bucket at its feet and started cleaning the deity’s face.
Jon123jon123:Guthix, nice choice.
(C)Mr. Happy:Um, no I’m here to…
(C)Mr. Happy:To study these statues.
It was the first thing he could think of.
Jon123jon123:Ah, to pray you mean.
Jon123jon123:I mistook you for a herblore man.
(C)Mr. Happy:Um, yes
Mr. Happy looked around the room, which was lit by a series of candles set up throughout the chamber. There were six doors set in the three walls away from the entrance, two in each. The pull seemed to come from the northeast, but all that lay in that direction was one of the room’s corners. Which door would he have to go through?
Jon123jon123:An old member then?
(C)Mr. Happy:Um, no I am new here.
Jon123jon123:Wow, don’t get many new disciples.
(C)Mr. Happy:Really?
Jon123jon123:Yeah, they’ve been trying to get rid of those a long time.
He indicated the statues.
Jon123jon123:We allowed them to make this a testing facility,
Jon123jon123:And now they want to destroy those.
(C)Mr. Happy:We?
Jon123jon123:Yea, the antidisestablishmentarians.
(C)Mr. Happy:Uh…
His mind had blanked out the last word. It seemed too big to be a real word.
(C)Mr. Happy:What?
Jon123jon123
, this used to be a popular temple.
Jon123jon123:But with this new Personal God stuff interest has been waning.
Jon123jon123:Now they want to denounce the Runescape Gods!
(C)Mr. Happy:Um, sure.
He had to get Jon123jon123 away to go through any of the doors, he decided. What lay behind the doors was probably forbidden.
(C)Mr. Happy:Go away now, I need to pray.
(C)Mr. Happy started heading towards the statues to make his point. But Jon123jon123 followed instead of leaving as Mr. Happy had expected. (C)Mr. Happy reached the Guthix statue and knelt in prayer, taking peeks out of the corner of his eye to see what Jon123jon123 was doing. The small man headed to the Zamorak statue, picked a wet rag out of the scrub bucket at its feet and started cleaning the deity’s face.
Jon123jon123:Guthix, nice choice.
27-May-2006 22:14:12
Mr. Happy:Can you go?
He needed to find what was behind the doors.
Jon123jon123
h, don’t mind me.
Jon123jon123:I just need to finish this one.
(c)Mr. Happy
k.
He looked sideways at Jon123jon123 as he bowed before the stone statue of Guthix, who sat in cross-legged meditation on a cubic pillar. The small man scrubbed dutifully away at the ancient stone. For a few minutes there was only the sloshing of water and the slow slap of the wet cloth against Zamorak, then Jon123jon123 started talking again.
Jon123jon123:Great stuff, methylchloroisothiazolinone
(c)Mr. Happy:?
Jon123jon123:Against lichen and stuff…
Jon123jon123:I think it hydrolyzes their deoxyribonucleic acid or something.
(c)Mr. Happy:…
Jon123jon123
h, I was talking about this,
He pointed at the liquid in the bucket.
Jon123jon123: Its 10 ppm methylchloroisothiazolinone,
Jon123jon123:Great for cleaning.
(c)Mr. Happy
k…
Jon123jon123:Not that it matters much I guess.
Once more they lapsed into silence. The scrubbing was getting on Mr. Happy** nerves. When was the man going to leave? Then Jon123jon123 started talking again.
Jon123jon123:If I had to choose a God, it’d be half Zamorak, half Saradomin.
Jon123jon123:I’ve always wanted to be a hero someday,
Jon123jon123:You know, saving people and stuff.
Jon123jon123:And with Zamorak’s strength and Saradomin’s lawlines**
His face took on a hopeful hue, then lost it again.
Jon123jon123:It’s never going to happen, though,
Jon123jon123:Me stuck in here all day like this…
Mr. Happy:Are you leaving?
Jon123jon123:You really want me to go?
Would it sound too suspicious if he said yes?
Mr. Happy:Uh, no, but I like to be alone when I pray.
Jon123jon123
, I’ll stay a bit longer then.
Jon123jon123:Maybe finish some of the lesser gods.
Jon123jon123:Is that ok?
Mr. Happy mumbled a *yes’ and knelt, fuming. How to get rid of Jon123jon123…
It was quiet again. With a slish the rag entered the bucket and with a slosh it exited.
He needed to find what was behind the doors.
Jon123jon123
h, don’t mind me.
Jon123jon123:I just need to finish this one.
(c)Mr. Happy
k.
He looked sideways at Jon123jon123 as he bowed before the stone statue of Guthix, who sat in cross-legged meditation on a cubic pillar. The small man scrubbed dutifully away at the ancient stone. For a few minutes there was only the sloshing of water and the slow slap of the wet cloth against Zamorak, then Jon123jon123 started talking again.
Jon123jon123:Great stuff, methylchloroisothiazolinone
(c)Mr. Happy:?
Jon123jon123:Against lichen and stuff…
Jon123jon123:I think it hydrolyzes their deoxyribonucleic acid or something.
(c)Mr. Happy:…
Jon123jon123
h, I was talking about this,
He pointed at the liquid in the bucket.
Jon123jon123: Its 10 ppm methylchloroisothiazolinone,
Jon123jon123:Great for cleaning.
(c)Mr. Happy
k…
Jon123jon123:Not that it matters much I guess.
Once more they lapsed into silence. The scrubbing was getting on Mr. Happy** nerves. When was the man going to leave? Then Jon123jon123 started talking again.
Jon123jon123:If I had to choose a God, it’d be half Zamorak, half Saradomin.
Jon123jon123:I’ve always wanted to be a hero someday,
Jon123jon123:You know, saving people and stuff.
Jon123jon123:And with Zamorak’s strength and Saradomin’s lawlines**
His face took on a hopeful hue, then lost it again.
Jon123jon123:It’s never going to happen, though,
Jon123jon123:Me stuck in here all day like this…
Mr. Happy:Are you leaving?
Jon123jon123:You really want me to go?
Would it sound too suspicious if he said yes?
Mr. Happy:Uh, no, but I like to be alone when I pray.
Jon123jon123
, I’ll stay a bit longer then.
Jon123jon123:Maybe finish some of the lesser gods.
Jon123jon123:Is that ok?
Mr. Happy mumbled a *yes’ and knelt, fuming. How to get rid of Jon123jon123…
It was quiet again. With a slish the rag entered the bucket and with a slosh it exited.
27-May-2006 22:14:46
Jon123jon123
id you know that last week Slice41 died of
Jon123jon123: Pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcano**nioses?
Jon123jon123:He was head of the mining guild…
Alright, Jon123jon123 had definitely made that long word up. And Mr. Happy was getting irritated.
(c)Mr. Happy
id you know that you should go now?
Jon123jon123:Just a moment.
Jon123jon123 continued cleaning and made no sign of leaving.
(c)Mr. Happy considered just walking to one of the eastern doors and opening it.
(c)Mr. Happy:No, not a mo-
But he was cut off as three knocks resounded from the door. Jon123jon123 immediately dropped his rag and shuffled to the entrance. Another three knocks reverberated from the door as Jon123jon123 dragged his box into place. They sounded frantic.
Jon123jon123:Just a moment!
A muffled voice answered, but Mr. Happy didn’t hear what was said. He was already stealing towards the northernmost of the doors along the eastern wall, trying to keep his steps as quiet as possible. It was a bland and unpleasant door but at least it had a handle. He grabbed it and yanked the door open. Even before he saw what lay on the other side he knew he had chosen correctly. The tug was stronger than ever and Mr. Happy let it draw him through the door and into a room lit by the iridescent light of a single candle.
~~~
Jon123jon123 opened the slot and was surprised to see Jalabar, an old friend of his, standing nervously outside. Something in the way the light from inside the testing facility lit on Jalabar’s eyes made the man look crazy. Jalabar rubbed callused hands together and looked behind him once, his black hair shining glossily in the light, before turning back and seeing the slot open.
Jalabar
pen up.
Jon123jon123 hurriedly closed the slot, pulled his box out of the way and heaved the front door ajar. Jalabar’s worried face peered down at him.
Jon123jon123:What?
Jalabar:We’ve got to get out.
Jalabar spoke in a whisper and his eyes carried a hunted look.
id you know that last week Slice41 died of
Jon123jon123: Pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcano**nioses?
Jon123jon123:He was head of the mining guild…
Alright, Jon123jon123 had definitely made that long word up. And Mr. Happy was getting irritated.
(c)Mr. Happy
id you know that you should go now?
Jon123jon123:Just a moment.
Jon123jon123 continued cleaning and made no sign of leaving.
(c)Mr. Happy considered just walking to one of the eastern doors and opening it.
(c)Mr. Happy:No, not a mo-
But he was cut off as three knocks resounded from the door. Jon123jon123 immediately dropped his rag and shuffled to the entrance. Another three knocks reverberated from the door as Jon123jon123 dragged his box into place. They sounded frantic.
Jon123jon123:Just a moment!
A muffled voice answered, but Mr. Happy didn’t hear what was said. He was already stealing towards the northernmost of the doors along the eastern wall, trying to keep his steps as quiet as possible. It was a bland and unpleasant door but at least it had a handle. He grabbed it and yanked the door open. Even before he saw what lay on the other side he knew he had chosen correctly. The tug was stronger than ever and Mr. Happy let it draw him through the door and into a room lit by the iridescent light of a single candle.
~~~
Jon123jon123 opened the slot and was surprised to see Jalabar, an old friend of his, standing nervously outside. Something in the way the light from inside the testing facility lit on Jalabar’s eyes made the man look crazy. Jalabar rubbed callused hands together and looked behind him once, his black hair shining glossily in the light, before turning back and seeing the slot open.
Jalabar
pen up.
Jon123jon123 hurriedly closed the slot, pulled his box out of the way and heaved the front door ajar. Jalabar’s worried face peered down at him.
Jon123jon123:What?
Jalabar:We’ve got to get out.
Jalabar spoke in a whisper and his eyes carried a hunted look.
27-May-2006 22:15:14
66 – Tales of Escape
“Your empire is crumbling around you and one day you might enter your throne room to find Cheezit92 sitting there in your stead.” – Texan85
Two familiar voices penetrated the darkness, coming from a spot somewhere off to his left. Their whispers had come to Zezima’s attention a while ago and, although he longed to drop back into sleep, it seemed that now that he had started listening to them he couldn’t stop.
Voldemort:Where were they found?
(g)Numanuma3:Well he said just west of here.
(g)Numanuma3:We’re investigating it now.
He was lying on a soft mattress no longer dressed in his blue dragonhide but some sort of robes by the feel of them. A warm blanket covered him. Sleep…sleep…sleep, thought Zezima. But thinking seemed to make him more awake. Now he could see the red imprint of light on his eyelids.
Voldemort:Wow, that’s close.
(g)Numanuma3:Yea, almost right under our noses.
Voldemort:Hey! Speaking of noses, he’s stopped snoring.
Zezima distinctly heard the sound of feet pattering up to his bed and tried to imitate snores again. He did not want to open his eyes.
A finger poked him in the cheek. He rolled away from the direction of the poke.
Voldemort:Lol.
Another poke in the back. Zezima grumbled.
Voldemort:You want to try a poke?
(g)Numanuma3:Maybe we should let him be.
Voldemort:Yeah, I guess he was muted for a few days,
Voldemort:And did I tell you about Texan85 in Lumbridge?
Zezima swiftly sat up and made a grab towards where Voldemort’s voice was coming from but Voldemort leapt away.
Voldemort:Knew he was awake.
Zezima
w.
His sudden movement had caused a fresh wave of pain in his side that seemed to ripple through his chest. Falling back onto the bed, he lay for a few moments, breathing shallowly until the sting subsided.
(g)Numanuma3:Are you ok?
Zezima:Yea.
(g)Numanuma3:What happened anyway?
Voldemort:Yeah, if you’re going to get owned you should at least pm me
Voldemort:So I can come and watch.
“Your empire is crumbling around you and one day you might enter your throne room to find Cheezit92 sitting there in your stead.” – Texan85
Two familiar voices penetrated the darkness, coming from a spot somewhere off to his left. Their whispers had come to Zezima’s attention a while ago and, although he longed to drop back into sleep, it seemed that now that he had started listening to them he couldn’t stop.
Voldemort:Where were they found?
(g)Numanuma3:Well he said just west of here.
(g)Numanuma3:We’re investigating it now.
He was lying on a soft mattress no longer dressed in his blue dragonhide but some sort of robes by the feel of them. A warm blanket covered him. Sleep…sleep…sleep, thought Zezima. But thinking seemed to make him more awake. Now he could see the red imprint of light on his eyelids.
Voldemort:Wow, that’s close.
(g)Numanuma3:Yea, almost right under our noses.
Voldemort:Hey! Speaking of noses, he’s stopped snoring.
Zezima distinctly heard the sound of feet pattering up to his bed and tried to imitate snores again. He did not want to open his eyes.
A finger poked him in the cheek. He rolled away from the direction of the poke.
Voldemort:Lol.
Another poke in the back. Zezima grumbled.
Voldemort:You want to try a poke?
(g)Numanuma3:Maybe we should let him be.
Voldemort:Yeah, I guess he was muted for a few days,
Voldemort:And did I tell you about Texan85 in Lumbridge?
Zezima swiftly sat up and made a grab towards where Voldemort’s voice was coming from but Voldemort leapt away.
Voldemort:Knew he was awake.
Zezima
w.
His sudden movement had caused a fresh wave of pain in his side that seemed to ripple through his chest. Falling back onto the bed, he lay for a few moments, breathing shallowly until the sting subsided.
(g)Numanuma3:Are you ok?
Zezima:Yea.
(g)Numanuma3:What happened anyway?
Voldemort:Yeah, if you’re going to get owned you should at least pm me
Voldemort:So I can come and watch.
27-May-2006 22:16:03
Moving carefully, Zezima edged himself towards the bedhead so he could sit up and get a better view of the room. So far all he had seen was the ceiling, which hung a considerable distance above his head. An elegant room to fit the ceiling was revealed. One wall was lined with outlandish weapons and ornaments arrayed around a door made of magic wood, another had a magnificent window offering a view onto the mage arena complete with magnificent curtains incase the room’s occupant didn’t enjoy the view, and the wall across from him, seemingly forty feet away, sported a crackling fireplace. Along the top of the fireplace a big pile of coins sat for no reason other than to make the room look more elegant.
(g)Numanuma3 stood beside the bed looking slightly nervous. Sleek silks adorned his body along with a white party hat on his head that matched his straight, oiled hair. All taken together, he looked like a young lord. But that wasn’t why Zezima had chosen him to supervise the mage arena. Beneath that hair a smart mind rested. You could catch a glimpse of it in his studying green eyes.
Voldemort:So…was it outcasts?
Zezima:Nope.
Voldemort:Noobs?
Zezima:You really want to know?
Voldemort
utcast-noobs?
Zezima:Are there such things?
Voldemort:I think we found a small infestation of them closeby.
Zezima:Really?
Voldemort:Yes, so who did it?
Zezima:Well -
But Voldemort cut him off.
Voldemort:Wait a second, we need Starwarfan0 in here.
(g)Numanuma3:What? Why?
Voldemort:Why not?
(g)Numanuma3:We should keep this between as few people as possible.
Voldemort:Well, Starwar already knows more than you,
Voldemort:And besides, he has a funny story to tell.
(g)Numanuma3:But…
Voldemort:What are you doing here anyway?
(g)Numanuma3:I oversee all that happens in this tower.
Voldemort:Then step back and oversee, don’t interfere.
manuma3 instanly became indignant.
(g)Numanuma3:You know I could have you thrown out of the mage arena.
(g)Numanuma3 stood beside the bed looking slightly nervous. Sleek silks adorned his body along with a white party hat on his head that matched his straight, oiled hair. All taken together, he looked like a young lord. But that wasn’t why Zezima had chosen him to supervise the mage arena. Beneath that hair a smart mind rested. You could catch a glimpse of it in his studying green eyes.
Voldemort:So…was it outcasts?
Zezima:Nope.
Voldemort:Noobs?
Zezima:You really want to know?
Voldemort
utcast-noobs?
Zezima:Are there such things?
Voldemort:I think we found a small infestation of them closeby.
Zezima:Really?
Voldemort:Yes, so who did it?
Zezima:Well -
But Voldemort cut him off.
Voldemort:Wait a second, we need Starwarfan0 in here.
(g)Numanuma3:What? Why?
Voldemort:Why not?
(g)Numanuma3:We should keep this between as few people as possible.
Voldemort:Well, Starwar already knows more than you,
Voldemort:And besides, he has a funny story to tell.
(g)Numanuma3:But…
Voldemort:What are you doing here anyway?
(g)Numanuma3:I oversee all that happens in this tower.
Voldemort:Then step back and oversee, don’t interfere.
manuma3 instanly became indignant.
(g)Numanuma3:You know I could have you thrown out of the mage arena.
27-May-2006 22:16:21
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