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Post by immacolata on Jun 12, 2011 0:24:44 GMT -4
Arkken is sitting in his wrestling gear, taping his wrists and hands. Immacolata is leaning against a locker, her arms crossed under her breasts.
Immacolata: Why did you change, again?
Her father smiles for himself before answering.
Arkken: One never knows when one will be called to duty.
Immacolata: Fine, be mysterious.
She walks over to the door and opens it to look in the hallway outside.
Immacolata: The other night, someone had a sign with my name on it.
Arkken: Since you are mentioning it, I am guessing it did not say you suck.
Immacolata: No.
She keeps on looking outside the room for a while.
Immacolata: It said I am Tudorific.
Arkken: Ugh. Don't ever say that word again.
Immacolata: It makes me want to choke someone.
Arkken stands up, having finished with the tape.
Arkken: You will get the chance when we face our "challengers" from Obsession. In fact, I think you'll be able to do whatever you want with them.
She looks at him again.
Immacolata: You don't seem too worried.
Arkken: I am, but not about our match. I am worried Cathul is not focused enough. On the other hand, I hope he will lose.
He smiles again, looking preoccupied.
Arkken: Indeed, I hope he loses. My appetite is boundless.
They exit and walk side by side away from the locker room.
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