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Post by Arachnia of the Hour on Mar 6, 2011 16:21:32 GMT -5
Resplendent Fire 15,
*the Empress's tongue snaked out and licked the poison from lips and fangs, her spidery appearance even more obvious now that both fangs accompanied the black widow hourglass glowing from her abdomen*
Such a base ploy to attempt to gain the upper hand, hatchling. I pity the creature you made yourself. You will not, however, leave until you have cleaned up your mess.
*in a flash she was in front of Gen-Gora, between him and the door, with no intention of letting him out*
You may not want to see me as the Empress I am, but this is still my home and you will not be so disrespectful as to leave your filth on my floor. I have been very kind and patient with you, do not make me change my mind.
*in her mind, Arachnia reviewed the information of who sent her this beast and why. The why could be one or both of two options: they didn't want to deal with it themselves, and they wanted to bring dishonor to Arachnia by giving her someone who would purposefully do their very best to ruin what she had worked hard to build. Given who the two who had delivered him usually answered to, the who must be Tamuz. Such vindictive actions weren't usually his style, but maybe he was growing cruel in his old age..*
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Post by Gen-Gora on Mar 7, 2011 16:31:52 GMT -5
Descending Fire 15
*Gen nearly walked face first into Arachnias ample breasts as she darted in front of him. At which point the the marking on her chest filled his vision and that it was obviously more than he had first assumed it to be, merely decoration on an scantily dressed Empress. Gen grimaced slightly and a quiver was sent to the corner of his mouth courtesy of the chill that ran up his spine. He glanced up at the fanged, monochromatic widows face for a brief moment before realizing what he had got himself into. He swallowed the heart in his throat and took another step backward.*
"Theridiidae Latrodectus... Just my luck... I should have known better after the tunnels, and the name. Eurr..." *He muttered out loud.*
*He thought better of speaking out loud any further and found it a relief that at the very least she didn't have all eight of those irksome legs skittering across the ground. He took one more very slow step back, looking like a wanderer that had just stumbled into a den of sleeping bears. His eyes darted around the room for any possible escape rout he could take, and assessed the room and it's contents for it's potential weapons and most defensible positions*
"Look, I think we just got off on the wrong foot here... I'll just clean up my mess and I'll just walk out that door and you never have to see me again."
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Post by Arachnia of the Hour on Mar 13, 2011 1:15:53 GMT -5
Resplendent Fire 15,
Black widow, yes.
*Arachnia's black eyes flashed as she recognized the scent of fear on him. So, the man was afraid of spiders? Or at least black widows.. Well, this was a good bit of information to have.*
Please do, though I'm afraid that you will have to continue your stay here after you pick up your mess. I will, however, let you be for a few days while I compile your Trials and ready the ink for your tattoos. If you would like, there is a large crater filled with water not too far from Ramoth that you can call home. Otherwise, there are a couple of manses from which you can choose from
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Post by Gen-Gora on Mar 17, 2011 15:27:14 GMT -5
Descending Fire 15
*Gen grumbled and flicked his rope beard over his shoulder as he turned his head away from Arachnia with a look of contempt contorting his face. He didn't like how quickly the woman's tone changed, and how satisfied with herself she seemed. He looked down at the littered floor irritatedly and shrugged, he was between a rock and a spider Empress and by all means he was better at dealing with rock - so he would do as he always did; bide his time and think of the best way out.*
" Alright fine, you have a broom or something..."
*He hung his head not wanting to make eye contact with the one he was submitting his will to.*
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Post by Arachnia of the Hour on Mar 22, 2011 0:20:57 GMT -5
Descending Fire 15,
I do, yes
*she gave a nod to Zeriku, who had been watching this whole situation with a perverse rapture*
*The AI disappeared and reappeared with a broom and gathering pan before taking a step back to watch the rest of this. She found it amusing that he had no idea how truly surrounded he was by spiders. If she was still a Lunar... well, he would not be happy, that was for sure*
*Arachnia took the cleaning devices from Zeriku and handed Gen the broom and pan herself. She had the feeling that he wasn't really learning anything from this, but she felt that there was a principal to the matter, even if he didn't*
When you're finished, I will dispose of the pan's contents for you and you may leave. When I have everything prepared for the Trials I will come and get you
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Post by Gen-Gora on Mar 23, 2011 16:25:42 GMT -5
Descending Fire 15
"Oh great... I can't wait."
*He fumed as he pushed dirt around with his broom, more falling off of him as he did. Truly this is an exercise in futility he thought while counting broom strokes neurotically. An Exalt could spend their not unsubstantial lifetime cleaning up messes and discovering ways to prevent them only to have failed against the endless patient onslaught of time and nature. He did this for half an hour or so, cleaning up in his own tracks until the point where for the most part the bits had stopped falling from him. He left a heaping dustpan full on the ground to be disposed with and slumped, still leaving a faint trail of grit on the ground in his passing from the room. He didn't bother asking for a light again this time, instead he shoved a large pinch of the sticky green plant in his cheek and began chewing on it like cows cud.*
"Spiders... eeugh..." *An unpleasant shiver ran down his spine.*
"Crater lake... or posh manse... as if I would have a hard time with that choice!"
*He swallowed his dose with a loud gulp and started to sprout feathers all over his body and began to shrink in size. Before long a large brown swamp harrier with an irritated expression on it's face stood in the place Gen had been, a ring of mud and dirt lay in a circle around it and yet some still clung to the bird. It opened its wings and took flight, leaving a puff of dust trailing behind for a short way. He had no idea where he was going but at least with his upgraded vision and altitude he could find his lake more easily.*
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