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| Livia Meiland | Feb 26 2008, 03:03 AM |
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"There we go, it's good to know I didn't come down here for nothing." She ignored her stare, "Now I've given you my name, hopefully I get yours by the time we're done here." She frowned, "You know? Most of us at home, we've all been through something, whether physical or mental abuse, suppression, or neglect. I want to help you out, last thing you want to do is look a gift horse in the mouth. You're a smart and strong girl, but your not a friend of mine. I could take you there as one, or drag you home as a hostage, you'll take your pick eventually." She smirked, "that knife of yours is worthless compared to what you already have anyway." Livia crossed her arms and grew to 5 inches, and continued talking, "That's not going to work on me." she said, addressing the girl's intimidation tactic, "We live at Cathriss Gate, and we are a group of people such as you who live together and work together as a family. Cathriss, the Manor takes good care of us. You know those kidnappings, and thefts you hear of like common news now, that's us, that's the Manor." She waited till the girl stood back up, bag slung on her shoulder, " Cathriss is a couple kilometers into the woods, so be ready for a bit of a walk. If you seriously feel you need that knife, carry in around. It may help us get through the brush. " She began walking off towards the visible woods, "Come on, don't make me turn back around." |
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