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Posted: Thu Jan 05, 2012 4:23 pm
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Posted: Thu Jan 05, 2012 4:33 pm
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Posted: Fri Jan 06, 2012 3:15 pm
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Posted: Fri Jan 06, 2012 5:05 pm
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Posted: Fri Jan 06, 2012 7:16 pm
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Posted: Fri Jan 06, 2012 7:31 pm
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Posted: Fri Jan 06, 2012 8:07 pm
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Posted: Sat Jan 07, 2012 2:34 pm
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Posted: Sat Jan 07, 2012 4:09 pm
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Oblen frowns shaking his head. "... Ple-e-ease!... it's... I... I don't want you harmed... I am not even sure what may occur... what may happen... if... you... I... just please... I can't... can't risk you... I will survive it, I always do... I don't know how it may affect you, though... please... please, please... please... just... please... just let me suffer alone... please, please... please..." He says before once again shaking his head. "That may be true, but not everything can be resisted..." He says before finally standing, pushing Mira away. "... No, stop it... I can't risk you being affected... if you don't want to leave, I will..." He says as he began to back away from Mira a bit as to avoid her affection, but then suddenly falling down to one knee as swiftly the ooze began to turn him black, turning his chest, arms, and legs black and currently trying to linger up the neck and onto the head. He grits his teeth and keeps his eyes closed, still appearing to fight, but to no avail. The black ooze starting to form little tentacle-like things along his body, appearing to reach out in every direction for another form of life to cling on to as everything below his neck glows a strong reddened color. "... Please, just... just go..." He says before glancing up, or more glaring up to, and actually yelling at her. "Go!... Just go!" He says, trying to startle or scare her away from him.
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