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Post by clementine on Dec 3, 2009 21:08:29 GMT -5
"I'm sure I have no idea what you're talking about." Apollo replied coolly, leaning back in his chair feigning leisure thought his body was taunt with adrenaline.
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Post by praiseofblood on Dec 3, 2009 21:36:16 GMT -5
"I think you do." Jupiter said, throwing one of the swords at Apollo's head. Ryker's hands shot out and his fist clenched around the hilt, twirling it and pointing it at Jupiter.
"Let's not have any of that. It's no matter who he is, just that he's on our side." he said.
"Fine then, what's your name, servant? " Paris purred.
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Post by clementine on Dec 3, 2009 21:49:53 GMT -5
Apollo didn't scream but he did jerk in a breath just as Ryker caught that sword from piercing his skull. He looked at Jupiter and then to Paris, breathing rather quickly. "Phoebus." He said without hesitation. No way was he giving these fuckers his real name.
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Post by praiseofblood on Dec 8, 2009 19:04:59 GMT -5
"Phoebus, eh?" Paris purred. "So Pheobus, even though that isn't your real name. Tell us, what exactly *did* you do in the Gruesome Keep?" he asked.
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Post by clementine on Dec 9, 2009 17:17:29 GMT -5
Apollo tried hard not to bare his teeth or take a step back from the idiot Paris. "I told you. I was a servant." He replied evasively. "I did many things."
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Post by praiseofblood on Dec 9, 2009 17:30:46 GMT -5
Paris was anything but an idiot, and he was also a human lie detector. "Like hell you were." he said, still sultrily--it seemed the male was composed of sex. "I am from Guruta, servants are not allowed just anywhere. You would've had to be either an analyist slave, a runner, or a tech servant in order to get NEAR Jeta's office." he said, leaning back.
"But...it seems like you won't tell us who you really are, so we will accept your assistance, from a distance." he frowned slightly.
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Post by clementine on Dec 9, 2009 17:37:57 GMT -5
There was no outward indication of relief or surprise at Paris' words. However, Apollo was doing the happy dance on the inside. "Thank you for your...understanding." He tried not to sound snide but it was rather impossible to avoid.
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Post by praiseofblood on Jan 30, 2010 23:39:22 GMT -5
Paris glared slightly at the male, before letting Jenka work his magic. He leaned back, playing with Ryker's hair, a ringed hand rested casually on the back of the male's neck, tangling in his hair.
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Post by clementine on Jan 31, 2010 15:52:27 GMT -5
That damn slut was really starting to get on his nerves. Apollo ground his teeth, glaring at Paris as he placed a hand atop Ryker's thigh, squeezing slightly. Ryker was HIS!
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Post by praiseofblood on Jan 31, 2010 17:29:03 GMT -5
Ryker didn't seemed too bothered by Paris. He'd known the male for years and was pretty much immune to him. The male was basically like a slutty older brother.
Paris laid his head on Ryker's shoulder, sighing. "Dear Viper, you must tell me. How is that delicious lapdog of yours?" he cooed.
"Garrison is not my lap dog and he isn't interested in you." Ryker said with a roll of his eyes, ignoring Paris' pout.
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