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I mean, obviously if he’s not dead, he’s not lying!!! 😂😂😂😂😂😂😂 ROFL
Lukas&Livia
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Sef&Chase
#HOTTOLINE
LEFSE FOREVER!!!!!! <333@savannah_grace2009 @highscribeofaetherium
Koshtin
In reply to the man’s plead, King Koshtin looked at the white haired woman who had challenged his integrity.
“He is from a world they call Andromeda, I myself have seen it through my magic. I myself chose him from that world. There are not only seven planets, for this is a planet not of the seven, yet you stand here. Look around you, only two (two, right? Zash and the other one) others are from your planets.”
Yeah, not great, I know, but it should get us moving forward.
"You need French Toast."
There’s twelve, not seven planets, but that can be easily edited so it’s not a problem.
Any noun can become a verb if you don't care enough.
Vethe
Vethe glanced at Marcurious. “How can I trust you?” She asked the King, “You have given me no reason to believe that you would be telling the truth. Aside from the fact that you want us to murder these Lillenings.” She narrowed her eyes at the King. “Which honestly gives me even less reason to trust you.”
Any noun can become a verb if you don't care enough.
(Hey, Vethe. If you’re in so sure there are only twelve planets then WHAT PLANET ARE YOU ON? lol)
Guess she didn’t think of that one lol XD
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I noticed most of you have moved on to the villain characters, and I don’t have one. (Snake already killed his…lol. and the next one’s not appearing for another few hundred years)
Where'd I get ya this time? The liver? The kidney? I'm runnin' outta places to put holes in ya.
Koshtin
“How can I trust you? You have given me no reason to believe that you would be telling the truth. Aside from the fact that you want us to murder these Lillenings, which honestly gives me even less reason to trust you.”
Koshtin smiled at her his twisted smile.
“My rebel lady, which of the twelve planets are you on right now? Have you heard of Lillen, of Gilgan? Have you heard of Black Sky? Have you ever seen him block out the sun as it rises with his mighty wings? Have you? Your universe is small, so is your mind. Black Sky is great, and so is his mind. Can you trust me? No, if I think you are weak I could stab you in the back without a second thought. The weak must perish, these Lillenings must perish, the the strong Black Sky and the Gilganings must live on.”
"You need French Toast."
Only a few of us have villains actually, so it’s no problem.
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Where'd I get ya this time? The liver? The kidney? I'm runnin' outta places to put holes in ya.
Vethe
The King had a point. If she was in Celestiar, what planet was she on?
“Very well,” She said, “And if I leave?” Vethe glared at the King. “What’s to stop me from walking out of this room? You have no power over me.”
Any noun can become a verb if you don't care enough.
Bad move, Vethe, bad move.
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Koshtin’s crooked smile faided on his lips. His eyes went pale as death, his hands had a black vapor. The black vapor became like a ring around her neck. She felt something choking her, but it couldn’t be pulled away, for her fingers passed through it, yet it still held her. Her feet floated six inches above the floor.
“I have my power from Black Sky! I am unkillable, I am unstoppable! I am all powerful! You shall never speak with such disrespect again.” The vapor loosed her throat and she fell to the floor, gasping. “Koshtin rules!” He cried, “Under the shadow of Black Sky!” He added, looking at the dragon head above his throne.
"You need French Toast."
Dlek
Dlek looked on in horror as Vethe was lifted off the ground. His hand twitched towards his sword.
What am I doing?
He was no hero. He knew that all too well.
If I’m going to get through this, I need to lie low, not attack an all powerful king who claims to be un-killable.
Dlek turned away as Vethe was dropped to the ground gasping.
Weak, said another voice inside him, the voice that still believed in heroes. She isn’t afraid to fight.
Dlek smothered that voice. She’s just going to get herself killed, he told himself. And I’m not going to join her.
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"You need French Toast."
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