| Subject: "Mother could ask the good...she would like the....well...distraction Im sure...and she maybe able to keep a cool head unlike us" |
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Date Posted: 18:26:46 01/22/02 Tue
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Black Death
's message, "He closes his eyes for a second to shut out the thoughts, clearing it, pushing back the uncertain jumble, then speaks in a steady tone, covering the emotional turmoil that fills him. "Well. No use d-dwelling on what's done, I s-suppose. Gangsta needs help." He half rears. "Where is Othello, anyway?!" Tossing his head, he ponders for a moment. "My cousin, Poss, was a pupil under Othello, he might help...or, I suppose...this being a time of such need, we might go to Shadowfax." He grits his teeth at the thought of asking a light for help, but knew, if it came down to it, he would not hesitate." on 13:56:26 01/22/02 Tue
>>At this, her heart stilled for a moment, lingering in
>>the intense longing for a time when such things had
>>not happened, that she might go out and have that
>>child-like bitterness and hot-anger towards the
>>princess that she had had, but now regretted...
>>
>>Their absense in her world seemed to make it shudder,
>>and to turn it around until even she could not
>>recognize it. The king, and his daughter, the
>>princess, were...dead?
>>
>>Thoughts such as these whirled through her mind in the
>>first few seconds after news came to her ears and set
>>her mind in motion, and she watched both Death and
>>Dusk before her, and heard them speak, though their
>>words only hit her and did not register. Her mental
>>barrier, though, quickly installed itself, as such
>>thoughts were those which she feared, for her life
>>seemed to turn everything into an uncertainty in her
>>world. Only one thought now remained- Her eyes cut
>>downwards, landing upon the once-again unstirring form
>>of Gangsta. He needed help, and Othello was nowhere
>>to be seen... Though she attempts to prevent it, her
>>mind works slowly, still weighed down by those
>>thoughts she'd hidden from herself, those of the
>>terrible news. She ducks her head roughly, as if
>>pushing her face, and the mind inside, closer to
>>Gangsta, she might force herself to be troubled by
>>nothing more than of him, as she tries wildly to come
>>up with a solution, as all others were caught in the
>>news alone...
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