Musings of an Azeroth Mage Book 17

Musings of an Azeroth Mage
 * - ''by Archin

 [Sirithil] says: Hold her nose, she'll have to open her mouth to gasp for air. [Poynard] says: Or speak properly, for that matter. Xenkore turns to Veras, his eyes narrowing. Poynard sighs a bit, taking the iron tongue cast. Naiama frowns. Kiiyue scowls with distaste as she pulls down on Yumeko's wrists, forcing her arms to stay on her sides. Yumeko edges backwards slightly, pressing against Kiiyue. [Archin] says: Just let them dear..please... [Poynard] says: Mouth open, please. Yumeko thinks "ooo, sexah" [Kiiyue] says: ...next time, Magistrate, look for someone else to play executioner... Kiiyue OOCly purrs. Poynard stabs himself OOCly. Yumeko shakes her head once again. <BR>Heinrik cheers at Poynard! <BR>[Archin] says: Yumeko! <BR>Archin snaps. <BR>[Alester] says: But, Lady Kiiyue...there is still the matter of Sir Brey's twenty five lashes. <BR>Naiama OOCly thinks Poynard needs to lighten up. <BR>Yumeko turns her head to the side, gritting her teeth. <BR>[Nytejade] says: where can I train with swords? <BR>You blink at Alester. <BR>Poynard OOCly is going to track you all down and murder you in your sleep with a butter knife! WTF!!!! zomhg! <BR>[Kiiyue] says: ...you realize I hate you all even more now, right? <BR>Yumeko <3s Pony boy OOCly <BR>Kiiyue grumbles as she braces Yumeko against herself. <BR>[Sirithil] says: I hope you don't hate *me*. I'm just a spectator tonight. <BR>[Poynard] says: At least your are honest. <BR>[Kiiyue] says: Just do it. <BR>[Archin] says: Yumeko.... let them do it... just accept it <BR>Poynard reaches out with his left hand, pushing his gloved digits between her lips to try and pry her mouth open. <BR>Xenkore nods at Kyltania. <BR>Yumeko presses back as hard as she can, her mouth slowly opening around Poynard's fingers. <BR>Kyltania nods idly to Xenkore. <BR>Heinrik thinks Poynard is a haxors and is going to summon Cthulhu from the depths of R'lyeh. <BR>Yumeko allows her jaw to drop slightly before she leans her head forward, clamping down on his fingers with her teeth. <BR>Poynard blinks a little "Mm. That must hurt." <BR>You sigh at Yumeko. <BR>Xenkore let his glance fall upon Shame. But rather than looking spiteful about what he overheard, he looked more curious. <BR>Xenkore nods at Shame. <BR>[Kiiyue] says: ...didn't that gnome just repair your hand? <BR>Alester knew it. <BR>Yumeko shakes her head slightly, little pleasurable tingles travel up her gums. <BR>Yumeko blinks curiously. <BR>[Archin] says: Oh.. and thank you Miss Sirithil.. for damning us... I won't help you again.. <BR>[Poynard] says: Neia? Yes, actually. Lovely young lady. <BR>[Sirithil] says: again? <BR>Yumeko thinks "you and your metal hand, Wormtail" <BR>[Kiiyue] says: Mmm. Now put it on her, preferably TONIGHT? <BR>[Sirithil] says: When was this alleged first time you helped me? <BR>Naiama looks at Archin quite seriously. <BR>Poynard pushes his thumb down in to her lower set of teeth and his index finger, his arm whirring softly. <BR>[Archin] says: Selflessly delivering your message <BR>[Sirithil] says: You did that to hide your crimes. <BR>Naiama eyes you up and down. <BR>Heinrik turns, slowly raising a brow. <BR>[Archin] says: You jump to conclusions... my dear... <BR>[Sirithil] says: And a favor that trivial is surely not worth committing perjury. <BR>You let out a long, drawn-out sigh. <BR>Yumeko continues to press back against Kiiyue, trying to shake her head out of his grasp as she whimpers softly, feeling her jaw lower. <BR>Poynard shoves the mouth guard in to her mouth. The cold iron presses down against her tongue. He latches the two metal halves that lock around her face in a strange helmet. <BR>Archin looks over at the Night Elf. <BR>Poynard pulls his hand out. <BR>[Poynard] says: Done. <BR>[Sirithil] says: Neat. <BR>You sigh at Yumeko. <BR>Naiama stares at Archin simply. <BR>Kiiyue continues holding Yumeko for a moment, murmuring something into her ear before promptly releasing the woman. <BR>Archin watches Yumeko sadly, his brow furrows. <BR>Yumeko lifts her hands to the "helmet," whimpering continuously. <BR>[Poynard] says: Guard Mendt. <BR>[Alester] says: Sir? <BR>[Poynard] says: Ten canings to Miss Brey. <BR>[Heinrik] says: Ouch. <BR>Alester blinks. <BR>Archin smiles at the lower number, then realizes it's still ten. <BR>[Archin] says: Can I at least have my hands free?? <BR>Alester looks at Kiiyue... <BR>Kiiyue grunts as she clambers up onto the road. <BR>[Poynard] says: No. <BR>[Poynard] says: Actually. <BR>[Archin] says: Wh..what?? <BR>Poynard taps his chin. <BR>[Kiiyue] says: ...Magistrate Sirithil. <BR>[Archin] says: What if I fall?? <BR>[Alester] says: He said -Miss- Brey, Sir. <BR>Naiama eyes Kiiyue carefully. <BR>[Poynard] says: I believe the caning is not in order. <BR>Yumeko stands where she is, hearing Poynard and not caring less. She tries and fails to work her tongue around. <BR>[Sirithil] says: Yes, Key? <BR>Kiiyue looks up at Sirithil as she stands back up. <BR>[Archin] says: Oh.... <BR>Archin swallows. <BR>[Kiiyue] says: I'd like for you to see what you can do about getting a transfer order from Proudmoore. I want out of the Hounds. <BR>[Sirithil] says: I'll see what I can do. <BR>[Archin] says: Yes.. if I remember correctly... she wasn't ordered to be caned <BR>Poynard steps up to Yum and surveys her for a moment. Then gives her a little hug and pats her gently on the head. <BR>[Sirithil] says: If you wish, there is always open spaces in my own ranks. <BR>Kiiyue nods, glancing behind her with distaste. Already her armor and tabard was drying. <BR>Naiama watches Poynard curiously. <BR>Yumeko emits a jumbled scream, forcing herself out of Poynard's arms. <BR>[Archin] says: Love...I'm sorry... <BR>Archin sighs and furrows his brow. <BR>[Kiiyue] says: ...better that than playing executioner again. <BR>Yumeko breathes quickly. <BR>Heinrik points a finger towards the Dragon Whelpling, his finger getting quite close to its mouth. <BR>Poynard watches her and rubs her shoulder a little bit. <BR>[Archin] says: I think the poor girl has been through enough, Sir... <BR>Yumeko backs up again quickly, her eyes squinting in a wince. <BR>[Archin] says: Please..don't..caress my wife... <BR>[Kiiyue] says: ...your wife, Sir Brey, is disturbed beyond redemption. <BR>Naiama puts a gloved hand to her mouth. <BR>[Archin] says: I'm afraid you're not the judge, are you Hound? <BR>[Archin] says: So... stop passing judgment...please... <BR>[Poynard] says: This is very curious. <BR>Yumeko claws at the helmet suddenly, trembling. <BR>[Poynard] says: Very well. Send her to a masseuse. <BR>[Kiiyue] says: Opinionated. <BR>Heinrik reels back as the Whelpling bites his finger... "Gah. Little bugger." His gaze turns back to the scene before him. <BR>Sirithil grins wickedly at Poynard. <BR>[Archin] says: Masseuse?? <BR>[Archin] says: Are you daft? <BR>Kiiyue scowls at Poynard. <BR>[Archin] says: Why hell.. send me too.. I'll take a massage with my conviction... <BR>[Sirithil] says: Bad dragon. <BR>[Kiiyue] says: ...I'm not saying anything, but I think you know what I'm going to say. <BR>[Sirithil] says: No biting the nice man's finger. <BR>Alester yawns sleepily. <BR>[Poynard] says: Oh. I'm sorry. Perhaps you all forgot she is guilty of summoning the very thing that tore apart the fabric of our world. <BR>Sirithil 's whelpling looks chastened, and alights on her left shoulder. <BR>[Heinrik] says: I'm not a nice man. I'm an evil warlock and I kill people. <BR>Heinrik looks up and whistles. <BR>You sigh at Poynard. <BR>Naiama glances at Heinrik. <BR>[Sirithil] says: Oh. Shall I have him bite your finger then? <BR>Kiiyue sighs as well, shaking her head and turning away. <BR>Yumeko looks up at Archin. <BR>[Archin] says: I think that contraption you put in her mouth is punishment enough.... <BR>[Kiiyue] says: ...I'm afraid I can't stomach any more of this. <BR>[Poynard] says: Very well. <BR>[Sirithil] says: Goodnight, Key. <BR>Kiiyue rests a hand on Alester's shoulder. <BR>Heinrik looks at his finger once more, "Alright. I lied. I'm a nice man. No more biting." <BR>Sirithil only thinks it'd be punishment enough if she had to wear it for life. <BR>Alester nods at Kiiyue. <BR>Sirithil nods at Heinrik. <BR>[Kiiyue] says: Sorry, Guard, but you're going to have to wrap up. I'm pulling rank. <BR>[Alester] says: I'm certain it's been done to you before, Lady. <BR>Alester bows before Kiiyue. <BR>[Sirithil] says: No massage then? <BR>Heinrik puts his finger in his mouth, sucking at the slight trickle of blood. He sighs and continues to look ahead at the scene. <BR>Archin stands with his hands still bound. <BR>[Poynard] says: Guard Mendt? <BR>[Archin] says: This is ridiculous.... <BR>[Alester] says: Aye Sir <BR>[Poynard] says: I believe you are relieved. Just be sure he shows up for his duty. <BR>[Heinrik] says: [Kalimag] Suz'ahn... Brom brom reth telsrah, "Mastrosum". <BR>Archin exhales loudly and closes his eyes. <BR>[Alester] says: Ah, uh... <BR>[Sirithil] says: The best way to ensure that, of course... <BR>[Sirithil] says: Would be to put him in a cell until then. <BR>[Archin] says: Might you... unshackle me? <BR>Naiama eyes you up and down. <BR>[Alester] says: I'm afraid that is not in his sentence, Lady Magistrate <BR>Sirithil grins wickedly... <BR>Alester nods at you. <BR>Archin offers his arms. <BR>[Sirithil] says: Aww, it's all right, Yumeko. <BR>Alester removes the shackles. <BR>Heinrik kneels down. <BR>Sirithil gives Yumeko a *big* *hug*. <BR>[Alester] says: There you are, Sir... <BR>Naiama watches Sirithil, somewhat bewildered. <BR>[Archin] says: Thank you, lad <BR>Yumeko continues to try to remove the helmet before screaming loudly into it. <BR>Sirithil stops and steps back. <BR>Yumeko struggles against Sirithil. <BR>[Archin] says: Get off of her! <BR>Heinrik turns his head towards Archin. <BR>Yumeko pants heavily. <BR>[Archin] says: Get away from her! <BR>You shoo Sirithil away. Be gone pest! <BR>[Sirithil] says: Oh, very well, I was just trying to be nice. <BR>Sirithil steps back. <BR>[Archin] says: Get out of here... <BR>Naiama shoots Sirithil a disturbed look. <BR>Heinrik clenches his fist. <BR>[Sirithil] says: Now, I trust you're not a flight risk, Archin. Since, apparently, common sense isn't in your sentence. <BR>[Archin] says: Oh shut up <BR>[Archin] says: Mind your own affairs <BR>[Archin] says: I accept the law... Sirithil.. I'll swallow the pill my self <BR>[Sirithil] says: All right. <BR>[Heinrik] says: She's a Magistrate, "Professor"... It is of her affairs. <BR>Yumeko trembles behind Archin, her head down. <BR>Sirithil whispers to Naiama. <BR>[Alester] says: At any rate, good people...please disperse. It is late. <BR>[Archin] says: Lets go love... <BR>[Archin] says: Lets go somewhere out of the way <BR>Naiama glances away. <BR>Heinrik flashes his signet ring towards Alester. "I believe I'll stay right here, Guard." <BR>Yumeko nods at you. <BR>Yumeko keeps her head mostly lowered. <BR>[Archin] says: Come my love.. <BR>[Alester] says: I may be mistaken, Sir, but I heard you claimed to have left the Ordo. <BR>[Sirithil] says: Let's go to the Jester, Naiama? <BR>[Heinrik] says: Deception, good sir. <BR>Archin grabs Yume's hand HARD and digs his nails in, trying to crush her hand. <BR>Naiama shakes her head. <BR>[Sirithil] says: Goodnight, Archin, and Yumeko. <BR>[Archin] says: Goodnight.... <BR>Alester shrugs. Who knows? <BR>[Heinrik] says: Why should someone that could pose a threat know who and what I'm involved in? <BR>Heinrik smirks slyly at Alester. <BR>[Alester] says: I'm off duty. <BR>Yumeko looks at her husband gratefully. <BR>[Archin] says: I'll get that off of you.. it's simply metal <BR>[Archin] says: ..and I'm an engineer, my dear <BR>Yumeko makes a few muffled noises behind the helmet, sounding hopeful. <BR>Archin stops squeezing Yume's hand, his arm tiring, and lets go. <BR>[Livana] says: Poor thing! <BR>Livana chuckles. <BR>[Archin] says: I'm sorry my love... <BR>[Archin] says: Sit up here, my love.. <BR>Yumeko settles down in front of her husband. <BR>Archin puts his monocle on and looks at her helplessly. <BR>[Archin] says: My love... I want to hug and kiss you so badly... <BR>[Archin] says: It's like a torture that I cannot... <BR>Yumeko looks up at him, her eyes a little wet. <BR>Archin reaches up to pet her, but stops. <BR>[Archin] says: All right..let me see... <BR>[Archin] says: Can you open your mouth, love? <BR>Yumeko does her best to try to open her mouth, ignoring the strange feeling of the bar on her tongue. <BR>Archin gazes into her mouth, wincing as he looks at the contraption. <BR>[Archin] says: My God... <BR>Yumeko looks up at him helplessly. <BR>Archin reaches into his belt and pulls out his [Gyromatic Micro-Adjustor]and [Arclight Spanner]) <BR>[Archin] says: There is a lock on it... <BR>Yumeko eyes the wrench. <BR>Archin peers again, he murmurs softly and lights a small fire on his finger, to offer some light. <BR>[Archin] says: I can't pick that lock... they'll know it's been tampered with... <BR>Yumeko follows her husband with her eyes, confused by his words. <BR>[Archin] says: It opens... it has some movable parts... I should be able to undo one or two... <BR>Archin swallows and then looks at her before saying calmly, "Close your lips first, my dear...." <BR>Yumeko works her mouth a little nervously in the metal before closing her lips, nodding slightly. <BR>[Archin] says: Listen to me, Yumeko.... <BR>[Archin] says: I can open that.. but you -must- leave that on while in Stormwind <BR>Yumeko whimpers and shakes her head slightly at him. <BR>[Archin] says: I won't undo it if you're not going to keep it on while within Stormwind <BR>[Archin] says: Because they will kill you next time <BR>[Archin] says: And your blood will be on my hands, for trying to help <BR>Yumeko nods, looking a bit defeated. <BR>[Archin] says: I'm serious... Yumeko <BR>[Archin] says: If you enter into Stormwind <BR>[Archin] says: There can be -no- minions with you <BR>[Archin] says: Because if there is a minion... you summoned it outside.. which means you -spoke- <BR> <BR> <BR> <BR>This log was produced using logparse v0.5b by Ingarath. <BR>