Session 53.5

TMG has connected.

Drayco has connected.

Dr. Hatari has connected.

Drayco:This the map, Lady GM?

Liatai:Yep, this is the one!

Liatai:Thank you. :3

Liatai:Let's see... map get, tea get, character sheets get even though I don't think I'll need them... music almost get...

TMG:blackwood or forest road?

Liatai:Blackwood, unless you would prefer the Edaric talk to take place on the road between Osyluth and Blackwood instead of in Blackwood proper, Hatari. Your call. :3

Dr. Hatari:Oh, no. It probably could not have.

Dr. Hatari:He has his reasons for wanting to escape earshot of everyone else. ^^;

Liatai:Heh, okay, then. :3 Give me a few minutes to find my Ed music... Feel free to move Tom to wherever you like.

Liatai:There we are. Whenever you're ready. :3 For the timeline folks... I'd imagine this would be the afternoon of Cuthon 16th, since Castle Osyluth was cleared around 10-11 AM of the same day thanks to your early start.

Dr. Hatari:Right on. Still spell-less and battered from a long day's undead battling and infighting. :B

Liatai:Unless you'd rather it be Cuthon 17th for a little refreshment? :B

* Thomas Lazarus had pulled away from the others since returning to town for some quiet reflection and relaxation. Or so he noted. He has since been lingering near the fountain for a bit with a contemplative and terse expression. He remains watching the waters with folded arms, quite distracted.

Dr. Hatari:No, it's fine. x3

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">I don't dare offend Chronos the timekeeper any further. :B *brick'd!*

Liatai:<font color="#000000">XD

* Edaric has been wandering the town after the adventure in the castle, drifting wherever his feet happened to take him, thinking things over. At the moment, they've led him over near the fountain where the ex-templar stands in contemplation. &quot;... Copper for your thoughts?&quot; he tries, approaching.

* Thomas Lazarus blinks up to Ed without a shift in expression at first.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;..Ah..&quot; He smiles. &quot;..Pardon me. I've probably been dour and sour the past few days.&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus glances back the way they came, with that friendly look giving way to a weary sigh. He's checking to see if the coast is clear.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Would you mind walking with me for a bit?&quot;

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;Not at all. I was just wandering, myself.&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus nods and turns to pace down the street.

* Edaric follows, hands in his pockets.

* Thomas Lazarus mutters after a few moments. &quot;..A crazy thought has snuck into my head, and I'm not sure how to deal with it yet. It's something I don't think.. the others would really understand. ... Or maybe they would, and I just don't want to hear what they have to say about it.&quot;

* Edaric glances over, clearly paying attention, but leaving space for Tom to talk. &quot;?&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus narrows his eyes and glances aside. &quot;... It was that ...&quot; He struggles for words for a moment, seeming anxious.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;..That dumb, floofy cushion in her room.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;It got my thoughts rolling along.&quot; He mutters. &quot;..I didn't really think anything of it at first. But it was also sort of confusing that it would exist. ..You know?&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;A bed for a chimera zombie. In a place where no one else would even know about it. Where it didn't even matter for appearances. She could have kept that thing in a closet; it wouldn't have cared.&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus knits his brow. &quot;... But it had a bed. A nice bed. Next to hers.&quot; He narrows one eye thoughtfully. &quot;..And that, in itself, doesn't really mean anything. I know. But it got me thinking.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;And then we found that wash room. And the thing's... ribbons and.. bows and such were all over the place. Getting washed and taken care of. Like a doll she was taking care of.&quot; He works his jaw briefly. &quot;And that's still nothing, I know. But it made me remember something that had already happened. ... And ...&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;I ... just ... can't ... help seeing it in a different light, now.&quot; He speaks very quietly and glances to Ed.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;... You remember the moment we beat her ... right?&quot;

* Edaric nods.

* Thomas Lazarus sighs heavily.

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;She apologized to it while that inquisitor and the elemental were ripping it apart... and Tathi -- I think I understand why you don't want to talk about this with the others.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Yeah,&quot; he whispers.

* Thomas Lazarus pauses. &quot;... She cried with everything she had, shuddering and sobbing like we were driving a pike through her chest and begged us not to kill that ... soulless, ridiculous doll.&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus rubs the bridge of his nose. &quot;I know it wasn't alive. I know it was an unholy shambling object. But she actually loved it.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;That is not what I was expecting, Ed.&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus sighs again. &quot;I want.. so much.. for her to just be the demon that Tathi knows her to be. And the completely inhuman witch Miron and Flint know her to be. I want things.. to be black, and white, and certain again. I was at the front of that charge. I was angrier than anybody! I wanted to kill her, more than anybody!&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;..But now I can't shake the thought that I tramped into someone's life and killed the thing they loved in front of them.&quot; He stares at a cobblestone.

* Thomas Lazarus rubs his face and mumbles, &quot;Tell me this is insane, Ed.&quot;

* Edaric looks off into the sky for a moment. &quot;... People are funny creatures, you know? We're... social at heart, is the best way I can think of to put it. I've heard stories about hermits in caves, spending years without contact with anyone... when we don't have someone to talk to, we start making things to talk to. To share our lives with. To love. There was this one I'd heard of who had even painted a rock with a face and considered it to be his best friend in the world. Named it Wilson, I think. But that's not important right now.&quot;

Dr. Hatari: <font color="#ff0000">(( x3 ))

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;... That's the hard part about dealing with people. Harder than fighting any superbeast, I'd say. You're face to face with the fact that all the time, no matter what horrible things someone has done... that they're still someone. That they have a life, thoughts, feelings, opinions, no matter how abhorrent or wrong they are. They say that when you stop seeing your enemies as people... that's when you start taking a walk down a dark path.&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus briefly offers a faint smile.

* Thomas Lazarus closes his eyes. &quot;..A lot of it just doesn't make sense any more. Maybe Miron was right. Maybe I'm being naive, and I'm still too soft, and I need to harden my heart against this kind of thing if I'm ever going to make it as an inquisitor.&quot; He pauses. &quot;... And maybe it's the old part of me ... but I wonder, too. A lot of that just doesn't make sense to me yet. Why someone would do that. Even.. even a greedy, callous person. I can't help but wonder, after seeing that last part of her, just how much a 1-sided demon this has actually been done by. It's just too... easy, now, to imagine her little miasma-clogged world, where she can't see more than two feet in front of her face, playing with her little family in the castle.&quot; He raises a brow and glances away.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;... I could handle her being that evil, if I'm wrong. I could be that much harder on the world. But what if the others are wrong, and I never found out?&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;What if I spent the rest of my life having not known that?&quot;

* Edaric frowns. &quot;I wouldn't say that about Miron's advice, I'd hate turning into someone like Miron. It seems lonely.&quot; He keeps listening. &quot;... Why not find out, then?&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus rubs one of his elbows. &quot;...&quot;

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;There are still a few more days before she's scheduled to be executed. I'm sure the Palm or the town guard would have no problem with one of the people who helped capture her going in for a little questioning. Even if it's not your standard inquisitorial questioning.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;... Maybe.&quot; He whispers.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;It's got to be better than.. wondering. Forever. Whether I harden into an inquisitor or.. stay a soft priest.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;I can handle either of those. But not wondering.&quot; He glances to Edaric.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;..Maybe I will.&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus claps Ed's shoulder softly and turns for the Palm building.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Thanks.&quot; He walks.

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;You want someone to go with you?&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;I think I would rather not have that. But I appreciate it, Ed.&quot;

* Edaric nods and makes a small wave of the hand. &quot;No problem. See you at the Stag later?&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Sure thing.&quot; He raises a hand to the air without turning.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Would you like me to clear out a building for the talk with Pamela, or just plop the necromancer in the street? x3

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">x3

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Any building would be fine, I think. :B

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">*BASH BASH KNOCK* VACATE THE PREMESIS, PLOT! &gt;:O

Liatai:<font color="#000000">There's an empty building to the far west reserved for just such random plot imagining purposes. Just gonna grab a guard...

Liatai:<font color="#000000">2

Liatai:<font color="#000000">... Drayco, you forgot to check the &quot;show the rolls&quot; option on server start. XP

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">15

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">:o

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Oh well.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Okay, the building is set. Just west of Breton's General Store. Door's open. :3

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Gonna close the door behind you... can't let the prisoner bolt after all. :B

* Thomas Lazarus mutely makes his way out to the Palm building, stepping inside and looking about with a blank expression.

Palm Guard:<font color="#000000">Our offices aren't a small wooden box, really. &gt;.&gt;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">It's okay. I have a good imagination. |3

Palm Guard:<font color="#000000">&quot;Good afternoon. You're one of the adventurers who cleared out Castle Osyluth, right?&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus nods.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Yes, sir.&quot;

Palm Guard:<font color="#000000">&quot;What brings you here today?&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;I was actually wondering if I could have an audience with the prisoner we brought in yesterday.&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus folds his arms into his robe sleeves. &quot;..She's still here, right?&quot;

* Palm Guard smirks. &quot;Of course. We don't exactly let prisoners run about unfettered, especially one who's committed such crimes and is capable of spellcasting.&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus offers another simple nod.

Dr. Hatari: <font color="#ff0000">(( Brb, 1 second. ))

Liatai:<font color="#000000">It's fine. Got to take care of my duty required for phone connection use, anyway... mother's Farmville harvesting. :B

Dr. Hatari: <font color="#ff0000">(( That is hilarious. :B ))

Liatai:<font color="#000000">It's a dangerous game, apparently. :B

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Inconceivable. *slides Harvest Moon under blankets with toe*

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Also FFFFFFFFFFF STEAAAM &gt;:O

Palm Guard:<font color="#000000">The guards lead the way to an interrogation chamber, where Pamela sits, fettered hand and foot. Faint runes glow on her cuffs.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">X3

* Liatai itches to play Harvest Moon, her copy got lost in the move. D: * Thomas Lazarus looks in, wearing a poker face. He hesistates and glances to the guard.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;...&quot; He is at the cusp of saying something, but thinks the better of it. He steps in.

* Pamela Lundy tilts her head back as if to look down her nose at you... despite the enormous difference in heights, and the fact that she's pretty securely bound to the chair.

* Thomas Lazarus takes a seat and folds his arms pointedly. Little doubt, there's a moment of quiet tension.

Pamela Lundy:<font color="#000000">Oh yes indeed. The question is, who will break it first?

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;... ... ...&quot; He stares evenly for a while. &quot;You never answered.&quot;

Pamela Lundy:<font color="#000000">&quot;Answered what?&quot; she answers tersely.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Why you did it.&quot; There's not much emotion in his voice at all.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;I really wanted to hear that.&quot;

* Pamela Lundy scoffs. &quot;What does it matter to you what I did, and why?&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus closes his eyes and frowns very slightly.

* Thomas Lazarus looks up to the guard and makes a come closer gesture. He stands.

Palm Guard:<font color="#000000">The guard does so.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">-- oop, I just realized the chair's not square with the grid. Sorry! I'll fix it. ^^; Pardon the magical resizing furniture.

* Thomas Lazarus speaks quietly. &quot;I have some questions for her of a personal nature that I don't think she'll answer in front of an audience. But of course, I understand securty protocol. But.. could you, perhaps, be by the entrance?&quot;

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">It's fine. :B

Palm Guard:<font color="#000000">'Very well,&quot; the guard answers with a nod, and then much more quietly, &quot;The interrogation rooms are fitted with arcane eyes in case of emergency. Don't hesitate to summon us if she tries anything.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Thank you.&quot; He pauses until the man has stepped out.

* Thomas Lazarus looks back to Pamela and stares briefly before speaking in a slightly more tender voice than before. &quot;You don't understand.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;..It's not 'for' something. Or anyone. It's just me.&quot; His brow knits slightly. &quot;..I just actually want to know.&quot;

* Pamela Lundy 's eyes narrow and she looks at you coldly, analytically. As if she doesn't quite understand what she's hearing and is trying to make it fit into some sort of framework.

* Thomas Lazarus works his jaw a little.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;..Everyone else that is ever going to see you is going to come with some judging words, or defamation, or manipulation, or some attempt to pull you to their perception of redemption, or something.&quot; He sounds almost exasperated.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;But I'm not. I'm probably the last person on this planet who will ever want to hear your side of things just for it's own sake. Just to know who you are. Okay?&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus opens his palms. &quot;That's it.&quot;

Pamela Lundy:<font color="#000000">&quot;Presumputous of you,&quot; she says coolly.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;I've felt justified lately.&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus falls into his chair.

Pamela Lundy:<font color="#000000">&quot;Just like you and your group felt justified to barge into my home, kill my servants, my familiar, Mr. --&quot; She pauses before continuing. &quot;-- almost ruin years of planning and research?&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus watches mutely for the moment.

Pamela Lundy:<font color="#000000">&quot;Morgan is going to be terribly unhappy, you know.&quot; A faint wicked grin tugs at her mouth. &quot;Hee~&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus seems indifferent to that, somehow.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;..What recourse did we have but to defend our lives and our homes and our friends from you? The alternative was to roll over and die. Or let others.&quot; He knits his brow and looks annoyed. &quot;..But that's not what I'm asking about. I don't even care about that anymore.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;What I want to know is why you.. did all of 'that'. The castle.&quot;

Pamela Lundy:<font color="#000000">&quot;You say that like undeath is something to be defended against~&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus folds his arms. &quot;... Wasn't that the life you had before they were all ... undead, anyway?&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;..Weren't you already living in a castle, stuffed with servants, married, and wealthy?&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;And when you shattered it... you... put the pieces back together..&quot; He squints, &quot;..into the same shape it used to be in.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Why..?&quot;

Pamela Lundy:<font color="#000000">&quot;Humph! 'Married.' If you mean tied to a rickety old man bloated with delustions of grandeur stuck in the past who never spent his money on worthwhile things. Besides, he was never the model husband or faithful. They never are.&quot; She disdainfully flicks her hair. &quot;He was only a pawn, anyway. And he played it so well~ I couldn't have asked for a better patron or subject.&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus sighs softly. &quot;Was he the Allip?&quot;

Pamela Lundy:<font color="#000000">&quot;The servants were all his, anyway. Not mine. And they lived such dreary lives anyway. No brains to apply themselves or drive to seek ways of ascending. They might as well be zombies.&quot; She actually... giggles at that. &quot;Ahh~ so you met him. Such a bloated ass, wasn't he~? It was all too easy to start planting those seeds~&quot;

Pamela Lundy:<font color="#000000">&quot;You know how allips are formed, right~? I'd never had one of my very own before~&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Vaguely.&quot; He responds with casual weariness.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;The only thing he ever said that I understood was your name.&quot;

Pamela Lundy:<font color="#000000">&quot;And he left such wonderful toys for me to do it with, too~ It's amazing how easily a mind can break.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;I can imagine.&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus raises a brow slowly. &quot;... Where did you get that Chimera's body?&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;He didn't seriously hunt that, did he?&quot;

Pamela Lundy:<font color="#000000">&quot;He doesn't matter, anyway. Selfish, bloated, weak. He had more potential once he died~&quot;

Pamela Lundy:<font color="#000000">&quot;No. Mr. Giggles was mine.&quot; She frowns almost poutily. &quot;... though he did help flesh out Mr. Giggles' family~&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus frowns ever so slightly, staring.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Tell me about him?&quot;

Pamela Lundy:<font color="#000000">&quot;What does it matter to you? You and your group killed him.&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus doesn't respond.

Pamela Lundy:<font color="#000000">&quot;... but the research didn't die with him~ I can always find a cousin of his and repeat the process. It would even be easier this time, now that the formula's almost perfect~&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;... ... ...&quot; He closes his eyes and releases a small sigh.

Pamela Lundy:<font color="#000000">&quot;It'll be harder without Rulby, but I'll manage~ I didn't have him when I started, after all.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot; Because I'm sorry.</small.>

Pamela Lundy:<font color="#000000">&quot;... what?&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus opens his eyes and looks a little annoyed. &quot;Because I'm sorry we killed him.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Because I feel bad that we did that to you.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;So.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;... I'm sorry.&quot;

* Pamela Lundy looks stunned. Then starts, very slightly, to shake. Her expression slowly turns harsh.

Pamela Lundy:<font color="#000000">&quot;... How dare you.&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus frowns a little more. &quot;...&quot;

Pamela Lundy:<font color="#000000">&quot;You feel sorry?! As if that fixes anything! How -- presumptuous of you to even think that!&quot;

Pamela Lundy:<font color="#000000">&quot;...&quot; Her expression smooths into a smile. &quot;... But don't worry.&quot;

Pamela Lundy:<font color="#000000">&quot;I'll get my revenge somehow.&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus offers a cool stare of his own, staying quiet for the moment.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;... Yes. It's pretty stupid and empty. I'm not so empty-headed as to not see that, and the hypocracy. ... And even in spite of remembering Royce, and the dancers, and Flint, and the betrayals, and the notes in the castle, and the plans you had for all of us. Even me. I still feel that way.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;... It was just important to me that I figure out what to make of that feeling.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;I think I know now.&quot;

Pamela Lundy:<font color="#000000">&quot;Hmph. Well I'm glad you feel good about yourself.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;I don't.&quot; He lowers his brow.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;You've just vindicated all the blind hatred I've been surrounded by in the past several days. You've damned my outlook of hidden linings. You're a monster to the very core. ... But I should probably have known better to begin with.&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus gestures faintly. &quot;..But atleast I checked.&quot;

Pamela Lundy:<font color="#000000">&quot;...&quot; She smirks faintly. &quot;I'm the monster?&quot;

Pamela Lundy:<font color="#000000">&quot;Typical. But I'd expect that of a priest of Pelor and one of Cuthbert's dogs. How does your patron like you splitting your attention, anyway~?&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">He ignores that. &quot;Well what do you want to hear?&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;How should I look at your life?&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;How do you?

Pamela Lundy:<font color="#000000">&quot;You damn the undead without thinking twice. When really, it's not as bad as life as long as you have a good master. Just like life. We're all pawns of somebody~ we get ahead judging on how many pawns and minions we have. And I could be ''so. Much. Worse.''&quot;

Pamela Lundy:<font color="#000000">&quot;Commoners would never get the chance to join a ball and wear fine clothes in life. Those skins would just stand around and gather dust. Nobles sit around on piles of wealth like dragons.&quot;

Pamela Lundy:<font color="#000000">&quot;They do so much more with a strong hand guiding them~&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus listens quietly. His expression unjudging, but fatigued.

Pamela Lundy:<font color="#000000">&quot;Of course, they never listen to reason... but the undead always do.&quot; There's a manic gleam in her eye as she leans back, smirking.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;... I ... guess they were more productive and obedient like that. And reached higher station,&quot; he concedes with an impassive voice.

Pamela Lundy:<font color="#000000">&quot;Just like you won't. listen to reason And your friends won't. But one day, that might change... and you can almost be sure your masters won't be as kind as I would be.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Maybe.&quot; He remarks evenly again.

Pamela Lundy:<font color="#000000">&quot;Even now, you wear the sign of one of your masters around your neck like a brand.&quot; Her voice drops and becomes cajoling, saccharine sweet. &quot;What has your master done for you lately, hmm~? Given you a few pretty spells? Any wizard can get spells from a book. You don't need to worship something that might not even exist for magic. So why do you~?&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;I'm not a chained zealot, Pamela.&quot; He speaks evenly still.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;... I came here, afterall.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;If you think I could never hear things your way, or see them from your side of things, you're wrong.&quot; He hooks a thumb around his amulet and slides it off.

Pamela Lundy:<font color="#000000">&quot;Pretty words, but that's all they are. Think about it a little~&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus palms it against the table and stares. &quot;I just don't get you. Going out of your way to change everything around you, twist it to some other vision; it doesn't even seem pragmatic.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Tell me then. Give me a shot.&quot;

Pamela Lundy:<font color="#000000">&quot;As if no one else tries to change the world to their vision of how it should be?&quot; She flicks her hair again.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;You got me there.&quot; He folds his arms once again.

Pamela Lundy:<font color="#000000">&quot;Why did you come to my castle and do everything you did? Because I didn't fit into your pretty little worldview. I was wrong. A monster. Right?&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;That was about the size of it at the time.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;..Yeah.&quot;

Pamela Lundy:<font color="#000000">&quot;I'm not how I should be.&quot; She pauses -- hesitates? -- for a moment before continuing the attack. &quot;You have your vision. I have mine. We'll see whose wins out in the end, hm~?&quot;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">... brrr. It's getting a little creepy being in Pamela's head for so long. ^^; BRB, petting dog.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">He keeps staring for a moment. &quot;..I would never have even bothered you if you hadn't crossed my path and struck out at my friends. Get real. You're more caustic and destructive than an innocent Lady reigning in her castle.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;If the price of your dolls wasn't our loved ones.. I wouldn't have cared.&quot; He dons a condemning look.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;I'm the most sympathetic person left here, for you, and you're still trying to slip daggers between my armor. This wasn't an inquisition. They'll probably be here later.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;..But I guess you've made your stance pretty well known anyways.&quot;

Pamela Lundy:<font color="#000000">&quot;There you go talking like you're not one of them again.&quot; She smiles coldly. &quot;Junior Inquisitor.&quot;

Drayco:<font color="#6600CC">Hatari! Time check!

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">wut

Drayco:<font color="#6600CC">How long until you have to leave for work?

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">I don't work, that's why I picked Tuesday. :3

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Thanks though.

Drayco:<font color="#6600CC">Oh. NVM. Ignore me and continue the RPs.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;M'ah.&quot; He collects his amulet.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;I'm learning.&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus stands and slides his chair in.

Pamela Lundy:<font color="#000000">&quot;Hmm~&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus glances up.

Pamela Lundy:<font color="#000000">&quot;Then I'll give you some advice, learning inquisitor. Watch your back.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;... ... ... Very well.&quot; He slings his amulet back into place.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Goodbye, Pamela.&quot;

Pamela Lundy:<font color="#000000">&quot;See you later~&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus steps outside.

* Thomas Lazarus offers a thankful nod to the guard, but doesn't say anything else as he departs.

* Palm Guard nods back.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Thomas heads on back to the White Stag before too long. Unless anything unexpected pops up between here and there, things'll likely bleed into Akellon on Saturday.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Indeed. Whoo~ Good RP. :3

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">It was. Thanks for the detour session. ^^

TMG:<font color="#000000">That was fantastic roleplaying, yes!

TMG:<font color="#000000">...though, now I'm afriaid.

TMG:<font color="#000000">is Nicethomas gone? D: Liatai:<font color="#000000">No problem at all! 'Twas fun. :3

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Poor innocent growing up Thomas.

TMG:<font color="#000000">Nuuuuu!

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">I had my favorite sad-ending theme going.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AHjBf2p0dq0&amp;feature

TMG:<font color="#000000">Must cure this with images of cute fluffy little animals. -3-\

* Liatai is a little concerned now for future redeemable villains... Evil, evil Pamela! :B

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">x3

TMG:<font color="#000000">No! Frakking school comp!

TMG:<font color="#000000">It ALWAYS crfashes whenevr going to a cheezburger site! DX

TMG:<font color="#000000">*crashes whenever

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">^^;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Ah well, it's a good thought, Tech... but remember Pamela's MO. :B

TMG:<font color="#000000">Okay, getting images straight through Google.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Besides. I can has snuggledog. x3

TMG:<font color="#000000">Okay. Cute baby animals incoming. :&gt;

TMG:<font color="#000000">http://cheezdailysquee.files.wordpress.com/2010/05/129192744434875910.jpg

TMG:<font color="#000000">http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HF8R8XS7SB8/ThfW8EeXSbI/AAAAAAAAADI/nUvrggYwc20/s1600/Hedgehog.jpeg

Liatai:<font color="#000000">I quite enjoyed the chance to bring out philosophical!Edaric again, too. So thank you for that. :3

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">... The animals you're picking are kind of gross. :B

TMG:<font color="#000000">Rawr! http://perfectpandas.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/02/129103224925279643.jpg

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Sure, sure.

TMG:<font color="#000000">(didn't want to get anything too generic :B )

TMG:<font color="#000000">http://cheezdailysquee.files.wordpress.com/2010/03/129134071492366865.jpg

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Thomas was glad to have the chance to confide in Edaric. He seems the most genuinely unbiased and understanding sort of person in the group. Or atleast the one Thomas can most closely relate to at the moment. He really appreciates the bullet he took for the team in lying to the Inquisitors and such. Hopefully he'll get a chance to let him know he's still got Ed's back. :3

Edaric:<font color="#000000">I really appreciate it. Those inquisitors scare me a little. &gt;.&gt;;;;

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">The subtle balance of good intentions and results, playing with ideals and emotions. Such is the life of a priest.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">x3

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Also you're like less than half as tough as me and a bard.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">You're like a stuffed animal. *embrace* |3

Liatai:<font color="#000000">XD!

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Alright, gonna resign. Gotta make supper.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Okay. I'll save a log, then. Thanks for the server, Drayco. :3

Liatai:<font color="#000000">It may go down at your leisure.