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*Neviah taps her hand on the demon she leans against, thinking, then shrugs*
"The little death? As in, stab her until she stops breathing? Promise... Promise she'll stop breathing. PROMISE! And I'll let you have that one."
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08-18-2016, 01:45 PM
(This post was last modified: 08-18-2016, 01:45 PM by Zaydesh Hakaar.
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*Zaydesh walks up seeing to commotion, he grabs his bastard sword drawing it, he walks up to any of the remaining imps, two-hand swinging at them.*
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Sevatar looks over to Lilith and nods. "I do."
He turns his head back over to Neviah and develops what can best be described as a shit-eating grin. "Oh, I imagine she'll stop breathing somewhere in the stabbing. This will satisfy you? I'll have to do it in private, of course. Town doesn't like watching."
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Lilith laughs delightedly and - still holding up the demon - grabs Sevatar and kisses him roughly. Then she starts towards the indoor part of the tavern. "Golbahg, come with me." To Ursel, she says, "I need a small room cleared for this."
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*looks at Ursel and waives her off, motioning her to come to him*
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*The imps die under Zaydesh's sword; one has a hand hacked off, the other gets a deep gouge in the back*
*Neviah looks on, getting confused and angry*
"NO. HERE. NOW. And make it quick."
*A couple of the demon hounds wander over towards Neviah, growling at each other. She kicks at one. The pack snarls at the one she kicked, and infighting occurs*
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*Blank begins using blood and ink to start painting symbols all over the ground. He hums as he goes a long*
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Milosh leans against the wall, watching carefully, a censer dangling from one hand with smoke curling up from it. "If jou need tools, my bag iz zat of an Inquisitor. Implements to be gettink knowledge."
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Sevatar's smile is decidely more genuine and less mocking after the kiss, and he looks over at Lilith as she departs. "We have a request for an audience, Róisín!"
Sevatar looks back at Neviah. "I cannot do it here, by an agreement from which I cannot escape. You understand that, as a demon, yes? You could come inside and watch, though. Or can you?"
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*Watches the happenings from a corner of the tavern with a heavy frown upon his face*
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