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Post by typewryter on Aug 3, 2011 19:55:00 GMT -5
Typewryter's chalky gray coat turned a bright scarlet, "Y-your majesty?"
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Post by Princess Luna on Aug 3, 2011 19:59:02 GMT -5
"But, enough about that...The book."
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Post by typewryter on Aug 3, 2011 20:01:36 GMT -5
"Y-yes, the book.... Well, it speaks of Magic as a concrete force; specifically as an element, part of a set of six...I...."
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Post by Princess Luna on Aug 3, 2011 20:04:33 GMT -5
"What do you need to get it translated SOON...?"
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Post by typewryter on Aug 3, 2011 20:08:24 GMT -5
"well... these things take time, your majesty... I cannot rush the process, lest I mistranslate... something important...."
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Post by Princess Luna on Aug 8, 2011 21:36:25 GMT -5
"Oh, really...?"
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Post by typewryter on Aug 8, 2011 21:43:33 GMT -5
"Y-yes, empress...." Type was becoming quite shaken; between his sheer terror and the princess' earlier compliment, he found himself too flustered to think clearly.... He didn't know how long he could keep this up...
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Post by Princess Luna on Aug 16, 2011 23:16:23 GMT -5
"There's NO way you can speed up the process?"
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Post by typewryter on Aug 16, 2011 23:17:56 GMT -5
"W-well.... I have a spell but..."
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Post by Princess Luna on Aug 16, 2011 23:18:51 GMT -5
"But what?"
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Post by typewryter on Aug 16, 2011 23:21:41 GMT -5
"Well the spell is for languages that I am familiar with. This cipher has elements of several, but is altogether different as well. I may get false information from the spell.... Or I could overload it a-and... This spell is not fun for the caster when it backfires..."
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Post by Princess Luna on Aug 16, 2011 23:22:51 GMT -5
"Does your empress LOOK she cares...?"
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Post by typewryter on Aug 16, 2011 23:24:33 GMT -5
"I... I.... Empress.... It's just.... I mean..."
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Post by Princess Luna on Aug 28, 2011 22:31:27 GMT -5
"Type, please just do it."
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Post by typewryter on Aug 28, 2011 22:33:45 GMT -5
"I...I..." He sighs. "Of course, Empress..." He turns to the book, his horn glowing faintly. His body trembles with fear as the book begins to float off of the table and open. "Here we go..." His eyes gloss over with a shimmering, silver sheen and the pages of the book fly open as if blown by a strong wind.
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