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Post by Jim Hawkins on Apr 3, 2009 19:30:08 GMT -5
Jim's breath came out in short gasps as the old man dug his nails into his neck, piercing his skin. As the boy yanked him away from the psycho, Jim clapped a hand to his neck. He felt a few spots of blood, and stared at the man in horror. He had only heard a baritone voice that dripped wiith malevolence like the old man's... and it belonged to a certain arachnid spacer.
Jim was too shocked to even protest when Bernard called him a child... honestly, Jim looked a bit older than him! Shouldn't he be one to talk? But somehow, the boy spoke with an air that suggested experience beyond his years.
Jim froze along with the elf as the old man stroked Poca's cheek, blue eyes ataring wide at his thin face.
"Who is he?" Jim whispered to Bernard.
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Post by Bernard the Arch-elf on Apr 5, 2009 15:48:21 GMT -5
"Frollo," the Arch-elf answered the young boy, steely. He didn't dare to make any additional commentaries concerning him, for he was, inwardly, too frightened to.
The man raised his chin indignantly. "Please," he implored, sharply. He stood up straighter, protective of Jim, as he continued to stalk the minister with his dark eyes. "We mustn't be brash! She is not the woman you seek...so relax."
Bernard was trying to be reasonable, but his temper seemed to limit him so. "We mean you no harm." He said, giving him a cautious look.
He then whipped out a can of silly string and gave it a rough shake. He aimed it in Frollo's direction, an ooze of pink assaulting his pale face.
"And it's not even Christmas yet..." He said, sarcasm lacing his tone like venom. He motioned Pocahontas and Jim to the hallway. He would lead them away from this maniac, quick.
[Short. Ugh. ]
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