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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 31, 2012 12:22:56 GMT -5
"Interesting," Ami said, looking at the table. "I can only assume you mean to cut me apart?" She said to the two men, shaking her head.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 31, 2012 12:28:47 GMT -5
The men look at her, then at each other, then shrug. They start chattering at her in Qartheen.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 31, 2012 12:32:32 GMT -5
Ami sighed. "Someone here must be able to speak my language; you're supposed to be magical warlocks after all, no?" She looked to each of them in turn.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 31, 2012 12:46:42 GMT -5
Magical perhaps, insane definitely, but not linguists, apparently. They continue gibbering, and point at the table.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 31, 2012 12:51:01 GMT -5
She thought about what the men had been doing to the heart downstairs, looked at the table. "You better not do anything bad!" She said, before lying on the table.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 31, 2012 13:04:37 GMT -5
The men strap her in quickly enough. One of them starts mixing up a liquid. Amelia can see some flowers, and a small fruit being added into the blend, which is mashed up. The other man feels her body, her breasts, her stomach, her legs, apparently recording some sort of measurement.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 31, 2012 13:11:20 GMT -5
"What's that stuff?" She asked one of the men, before rolling her eyes. They weren't going to be able to answer her anyway so she might as well shut up.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 31, 2012 13:17:00 GMT -5
One of the men tilts her head back and pours the concoction in her mouth, then holds her mouth closed and plugs her nose to make her swallow. The other continues his "medical" examination, though in the days before breast cancer research it is doubtful a pair of tits ever needed to be felt quite so much.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 31, 2012 13:20:03 GMT -5
Ami swallowed down the strange concoction, frowning at the taste. "Hey now; my breasts aren't just for anyone to touch!" She called out at the man, though they were tickling her.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 31, 2012 13:25:45 GMT -5
Apparently they are. Amelia notices the men are now turning green, growing wings, and smoke is coming out of their nose with every breath. Strange as the scene is, it calms her down a bit, knowing the world makes as little sense to her senses now, as to her mind. She feels the clasps remove from her wrists and ankles, and she feels happy, wandering back in the familiar halls of Eddard's Rest.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 31, 2012 13:36:27 GMT -5
"Ohhh!" Ami said, looking about the hall. "Hello? Is anyone there?" She quickly walked down the familiar corridor to find the Prince's chambers, knocking on his door and entering.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 31, 2012 13:38:03 GMT -5
Prince Benjen looks at her, being distracted from reading something. "Ami? You're back already? I missed you!"
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 31, 2012 13:42:53 GMT -5
"I missed you too!" Amelia said, running into the room and giving him a hug. "How have you been? Anything happen while I was gone?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 31, 2012 13:51:20 GMT -5
"I killed her, Amelia. She wasn't the right one." He licks his lips and stares at her. "No one was."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 31, 2012 13:56:14 GMT -5
"Wh... what?" Ami asked, eyes wide. "Catherine? Did you kill Catherine!?"
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