by Gee-chan » Sat Apr 19, 2008 5:20 pm
"I will take that answer at face value." said Tina, "I must admit, I underestimated you. I will be hard pressed to get much out of you. Be warned though, Gods are not entities that should be trifled with. If they are there, it is for a reason."
Tina took her leave of the Master. To her it seemed that even though at first glance it seemed that The Master had orchestrated Lyon's demise, there was the feeling that he had not entirely anticipated this outcome. Even someone who fashions himself as the leader of a new world, the plans he set in motion were not entirely in his control.
She could use this.
With all the information she could gather relayed to the resistance, Tina decided to go to sleep. Oddly enough, it seemed her sleeping habits could adjust depending on her needs, meaning that she could switch between nocturnal and diurnal almost at will.
Even though Absol was no-where to be found, Tina was sure that nothing had happened. If it had, Absol would have called out to her by now.
Absol was confused. However she was not as confused or panicked as she thought she would have been. She put this down to some kind of artificial calm brought on by Mew. The calm also repelled her want to fight her 'captor' off as she was dragged down the corridor. Another thing that was odd was her surprisingly quick adaption to her new form. Under normal circumstances it would be expected to take days if not weeks for a quadrupedal creature to adapt to being bipedal, however this was not the case.
Eventually she was taken to Mew's private room.
"Ok" said Mew, letting go of Absol, "Let's play."
"Play?" wondered Absol.
What followed was an odd evening to say the least.
OOC: Yes, I know. I took some liberties with mew but the time-skip is coming and I needed to wrap this up fairly quickly. Also, what is Mew's idea of playing? All things considered, it could be anything.....
I'm looking at the world through a Jaffa-cake filling.....
Let the loli's hit the floor.....
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