The Descendants of The Ancient Ones.
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Thread Topic: The Descendants of The Ancient Ones.
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(Yes! ^^ )
Kris finished not long after and followed suit, placing both plates in the dishwasher.
Gerald and Maggie continued eating, occasionally taking gulps of the tea.
(I have no idea what you want this stuff to do...) -
(Now I don't have to call them 'the adults.' xD)
Damian gulped the rest of his water, then sat back in his chair. He felt that time was moving in slow motion for a brief moment, but realized that was only his anxiety. He had to be ready, in case this didn't work.
(Oh. xD At first, it should make them drowsy and weak. Then, they should pass out, and wake a few hours later.) -
(Right?! And "he" or "she" XD)
Maggie felt it first. The subtle need to yawn, which she did not hold back. She picked at her food.
Gerald felt it a little later in his nose. It tickled the back of his throat and he coughed. Making a snide comment about the food, he took a huge gulp of his tea and kept eating, slower -
(Yeah. xD)
Smiling innocently, Damian pulled out two ten foot long rope coils and set them on the table, his eyes darting from Maggie to Gerald, then back again. "I bet you are both feeling extremely tired, right?" Feeling very victorious, he stood up, now glaring at the both of them. -
(Hey. I'm on now.)
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(Okie :3 )
Kris stayed in her chair, staring at her hands, not sure what to do.
Maggie's eyes widened as the rope hit the table "Wh-what's going on..?"
Gerald tried to stand up and fight Damian, but instead fell over onto his back, suddenly hit with dizziness. -
(How's it going? :3)
"You'll find that out soon enough.." Damian slipped the backpack onto his back and pulled out a bottle of chloroform and a rag, just in case. "For the way you treated Kris, and possibly, the foster kids before her." -
(Mm, not bad. How about you? ^^ )
Kris looked up shyly, but glaring at Gerald. "For Elicia, June, and Anastasia."
Maggie looked horrified at Getald, starting to sway in her chair a little.
Gerald sat up from his position on the floor and took a huge gulp of tea. "I.. I don' know whatchur talking about..." -
(SttaaallllkkkMIKEStalkrrrrrTHREADTrolllllssssNOWWWMew)
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(Same here. ^_^)
Damian walked silently over to Gerald, and kicked him in the stomach. "Don't you f---ing lie to me, you rapist. I found out what goes on here, when Maggie's not around." Then he turned to Maggie. "You heard from my counselor that I've been in six different foster homes, right? Wanna know why?" -
(Good :3 )
Gerald had doubled over and fallen on the floor again, to stay there for a while.
Maggie was now shaking and swaying ferociously "Um..no...w-why..?"
Kris stood up and walked to stand near Damian, not wanting to be sitting at the same table as the woman anymore. -
(Yeah. :3)
Damian had a malicious grin on his face. "Because all the foster parents beat me, abused me, burned me. 'Till one day, I snapped. I murdered them, tortured them. And you both are about to satisfy my dark desires..." He started to laugh. -
(So what's up? ^^ )
Kris didn't know why, but she had to smile at that. This idea was sounding more and more appealing to her. "Mm, and now vengeance has come."
Maggie continued to stare until she passed out, joining her husband on the floor. -
(Roleplaying, talking to people, the usual. You? ^.^)
"Vengeance for all of the children that you monsters took in, beaten, molested." Damian pushed the table back to give himself more space, and set the backpack on it. Reaching into it, he pulled out a pair of white rubber gloves, the knife from before, and a small camera. Setting the camera and knife down on the table, he put the gloves on, and grabbed the rope coils. "Hold these for a sec." He told Kris, before bending down to lift Gerald back into the chair. After a moment, he was successful, and did the same with Maggie. -
(Same, and drinking coffee ^-^ )
Kris took the ropes from him and watched, straightening the chairs when needed. "You want me to tie them up?"
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