The dark woman cut into the silence with a chapped voice, timid and scarcely recognizable to her own self. "DOL?" <i>Why am I so tense?</i> A horrid sense came to her, as she ambles to her friend. "I just.." -- X-mas Room: One

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Date Posted: 18:42:51 12/28/01 Fri
Author: Terror
Subject: The dark woman cut into the silence with a chapped voice, timid and scarcely recognizable to her own self. "DOL?" Why am I so tense? A horrid sense came to her, as she ambles to her friend. "I just.."
In reply to: Magic and Tize'em 's message, "Now truely it is vibrant with satisfaction, flashing occasionally as it wraps deadly tendrils around the queen's mind, pulling her even closer to it's core." on 18:17:56 12/28/01 Fri

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She jerks suddenly, eyes wide. She stands, still in a daze, and immediately collapses, one hand to her head, the other still holding the magic. (NT) -- Daughter of Light, 18:48:54 12/28/01 Fri
- The magic dims, shying away from the approaching Terror. Then it begins to seep through DOL's skin, into her viens, through the complicated roads of her body, to her mind and heart. The ball of magic in her hand is gone; it is now in her body. -- Magic and Tize'em, 19:02:18 12/28/01 Fri
  - Suddenly going on the offensive, she attacks it before she forgets. Furiously, with more energy than she could spare to give, she drove back the intruding magic, and it again collected slowly in her palm. Beads of sweat begin to appear on her forehead, and she slips from consciousness, a small sliver of the magic still within her. "Terror..." she whispers feebly, her vision wavering. "Don't.... touch.....it...." she says, her voice faint. (NT) -- Daughter of Light, 19:08:59 12/28/01 Fri
- Flinching in response to the unanticipated movement, she stared wide-eyed at Daughter of Light. With equal volume as before, she spoke, excusing herself. "I didn't mean to interrupt, I just..." Again, she lost the thought. Why am I here? (NT) -- Terror, 19:06:51 12/28/01 Fri
  - -shock- -- -shazaam-, 19:13:01 12/28/01 Fri
  - -shock- -- -shazaam-, 19:13:33 12/28/01 Fri
    - Deary, Shaz does not know that Tize'em was there because first of all, he can't hear him, and second of all he's already gone. *Smiles placidly* (NT) -- Tize'em's Player, 19:17:39 12/28/01 Fri
    - There was no impulse to disobey the words of a dear friend. She cups a fair hand, and speaks anxiously. "DOL, please..." An awareness that they were not alone came slowly, and she turned a head to the one who came. Shazaam, her son. "I-I don�t know. It wasn�t...right. Something wasn't right." (NT) -- Terror, 19:22:27 12/28/01 Fri
  - You really are full of surprises, his voice is back, and filled with amusement. I was positive that you would be weak against it... you remind me of someone. Ah yes, Cirrus. But she had a weakness, oh yes she did. And I found it, your highness. I found her weakness, and I will find yours. (NT) -- Tize'em, 19:14:17 12/28/01 Fri