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Laconic Loreman
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Bearugard began pacing, back and forth, in his room; unable to rest or calm down. His thoughts kept focusing on the strange surroundings and of the events earlier in the day. He began muttering to himself, "Absolutely ridiculous, their treatment, the icebreaker, everything...ridiculous. You'd think they have never been through negotiations, because they certainly don't know how to negotiate."
Bearugard stopped his mindless rambling as he thought he heard faint whispering. "Sounds like it's coming from Hyarmenwe's room." he said to himself. What he thought sounded like Angaewen's voice, he made out the words, "Lord, I accept." Then the talking stopped, he heard a door open, then close, and footsteps came approaching to his door. Bearugard quickly sat at his desk and straightened himself up. Before there was a knock, he said "The door's open." There was a pause, as if it took a while for the Gondorians on the other side to comprehend. The door opened and first stepped in Hyarmenwe followed by Angaewen. "Just what is it you accepted, Lady Angaewen," Bearugard smirked. Rather appalled Angaewen said "You were eavesdropping on our conversation?" Of course, Bearugard only heard that one part, but he continued to play along. "You know you should also practice lowering your voices, these walls here are super-ultra-mega thin. You don't know what unfriendly ears may be listening." His smirk went away as a strange silence entered the room and Hyarmenwe and Angaewen simply stared at him. Breaking the silence, Bearugard got up from his seat, and began to pace around the room again, he now spoke in a hushed tone, "Well, since we are all Gondorians here, I guess I need to get this off my chest, as I'm sure I'm not the only one. Today's activities were exceedingly strange, you know what I speak of. There's no doubt in my mind it was a ploy to try to get information out of us. Whilst the Mordorians threw around their musings and lies, we were forced into an uncomfortable situation in hopes that one of us would break. I need not say that I did not fall to such obvious tricks. My outburst was to not get anyone to spill the beans, or give any useful information, to these Mordorians. Now it seems like she will take us individually to try to break us. But we must hold together, after all - in this place - I am all you have and you are all I have." Last edited by Boromir88; 05-19-2006 at 03:12 PM. |
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The Pearl, The Lily Maid
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Ms. Martinet had remained silent through the dwarf's offer of help and Malfoidacil's declamation. Everything that man says is a declamation, though. He's almost as bad as Hyarmanwe.
"I wonder..." she mused aloud. Alli turned toward her curiously. "Roggie hates me, we all know this. But..." "But what?" "I wonder if Lola would help. He likes Lola. Everybody likes Lola." Alli looked at her in disbelief. "You want Lola to do it?" Ms. Martinet shrugged. "It might work. I haven't got a chance, you know that." "But then you won't be around to help me." Ms. Martinet shrugged, a small smile playing on her thinly pursed lips. "I daresay, the way these negotiations are going, that Lola's skills might be more use after all." "If you're sure...," Alli said. "Of course I am. I'll go...um...get her. Give me an hour or so." Ms. Martinet stalked out of the room, heading purposefully down the hall. Malfoidacil cleared his throat. "Lola?" "Mmm-hmm." Alli seemed amused by something. "Who is that? And will Ms. Martinet be back soon; I'd like to get this over with." "She's a friend of mine. Quite a character. And no, Ms. Martinet will not be back." "Does she not like this Lola?" Alli grinned. "I'm not sure if she likes Lola or not...but the two are never together. Their personalities are...hmm...'mutually exclusive' is the best I can do." |
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