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[Near the edge of town is a small blue-clad heap lying motionless near some bushes. He appears to be rather the worse for wear: in addition to the typical cuts and bruises from a kidnapping, one wing is somewhat mangled, missing a bunch of feathers and bleeding heavily. That's the most obvious injury, though there may be more. He's curled up into a sort of protective ball...]
[Accidental Voice Post]
Feb. 24th, 2009 02:05 am[The journal falls open to record the sounds of a struggle in the background.]
L-let her go right now! I won't let you hurt her!
[Running footsteps and a yell, a sharp clang of metal against metal, a yelp of pain, and then a heavy thud. When Emil speaks again, his voice is lower, more dangerous. Yep, that's Ratatosk.]
Get the hell away from me! You picked the wrong person to mess with... Ain Soph Aur!
[There is a crashing sound, followed by a sharp cry of pain from Ratatosk... and then silence. The journal now lies abandoned in the partially-destroyed kitchen of Musette's house.]
[OOC: Emil and Musette have both been kidnapped. When will they be back? NO ONE KNOWS. Dun dun dun.]
L-let her go right now! I won't let you hurt her!
[Running footsteps and a yell, a sharp clang of metal against metal, a yelp of pain, and then a heavy thud. When Emil speaks again, his voice is lower, more dangerous. Yep, that's Ratatosk.]
Get the hell away from me! You picked the wrong person to mess with... Ain Soph Aur!
[There is a crashing sound, followed by a sharp cry of pain from Ratatosk... and then silence. The journal now lies abandoned in the partially-destroyed kitchen of Musette's house.]
[OOC: Emil and Musette have both been kidnapped. When will they be back? NO ONE KNOWS. Dun dun dun.]
