Kisum came rumbling down the stairs caring less if the others were
having 'quite time' when he almost ran into Mahalon. "Whoa, buddy rough
night?"
"You think?" Mahalon limped by with his head down and walking with some obviously hand made crutches.
Lucky for Mahalon Snazuit came strolling in and just had to ask, "need some help with those?"
"Not your kind of help." Mahalon said in a snooty type of way. But I guess Mahalon could resist hitting himself when he was already down, he started to swing at Snazuit walked by with his crutches and when he did so he fell right on his face. Snazuit shrugged his shoulders and walked out of the room.
"SPOON! Hehehehe, it's that a really funny word. I think every word is weird if you say it enough and if you---- hey whatcha doing on the floor?" Ricatan was in one of those moods today, all I have to say is 'oh dear'.
"Right. Don't ask if I need any help, any help at all." Mahalon was still face down but you could see his hands waving around in dismay.
"Ok, I guess I won't. Hey, help that's kind of a funny word but not really." Ricatan walked off talking to himself.
"My life is the worst! I've fallen and I can't get up. I really don't get my lot in life, I mean it's always----"
" That was some game last night Mahalon, I think we should play again tonight." Khamul strolled in not really noticing that Mahalon was smashed on the ground.
"Hey, as mush fun as that sounds I don't think I'll be able to make it tonight. I'm a little stuck here." Mahalon was thinking that as the Wraith leader Khamul was going to help him up but the next then he knew he was listening to Khamul talking in the distance.
"that stinks! We'll miss you." As Khamul exits Ramazer enters and you feel the tension rise and then fall when Khamul turns a corner and they can't stare at each other anymore.
"Mahalon, thanks for the show last night! do you think next time you can make dinner before you play? By the way you haven't seen any of my swords lately have you?" Ramazer of course doesn't even think that Mahalon is stuck simply guess that he has com up with a new hobby. lying on the floor, giving assistance.
"Does it look like I've been seeing much of anything lately? I am lying here conversing with the dirt for the whole morning. By the way what time is it?" It had seemed a long time since he fell.
"Why don't you get up then? Idiot! Kisum and Snazuit haven't glued you there have they? Oh, it's around 3:00." With that yet another fellow wraith fails to help another in need, but that's expected from Ramazer.
"Why is every one in this house concerned with them selves? They don't have to help me for the sake of my but have a place in their heart for my cloaks!" Mahalon started to make mud with his tears mixing with the dirt on the floor.
"Well, well, well, isn't this a sight to see. I though I'd never see the day that you start conversing with your own kind. the dirt. How dare you let dirt on your nice cloaks anyways? Especially dirt off our shoes! What's with you Mahalon?" Lahar, the one wraith Mahalon could dread at this point in his life. Mahalon can barely take his mocking when he alive and well but when he can move he'd rather die than listen to insults and jibes.
" Your shoes?" yes, Lahar had just brought up something that just made Mahalon's day worse, mingling with the dirt off his fellow's shoes.
"YEAH! Who else's? The only dirt in the house comes from our shoes. You most of all should know that." Lahar exits with that.
"WAA-FFLE! Now that is by far the funniest word! Whoa Mally are you a narcolepsy or something you've been lying there all day and the sun is setting now." Stuff like this surpassed the brains of Ricatan.
"Leave me." It sounded like dying words but what stinks for Mahalon is he's not dying any time soon. He needs to accept life.
"You think?" Mahalon limped by with his head down and walking with some obviously hand made crutches.
Lucky for Mahalon Snazuit came strolling in and just had to ask, "need some help with those?"
"Not your kind of help." Mahalon said in a snooty type of way. But I guess Mahalon could resist hitting himself when he was already down, he started to swing at Snazuit walked by with his crutches and when he did so he fell right on his face. Snazuit shrugged his shoulders and walked out of the room.
"SPOON! Hehehehe, it's that a really funny word. I think every word is weird if you say it enough and if you---- hey whatcha doing on the floor?" Ricatan was in one of those moods today, all I have to say is 'oh dear'.
"Right. Don't ask if I need any help, any help at all." Mahalon was still face down but you could see his hands waving around in dismay.
"Ok, I guess I won't. Hey, help that's kind of a funny word but not really." Ricatan walked off talking to himself.
"My life is the worst! I've fallen and I can't get up. I really don't get my lot in life, I mean it's always----"
" That was some game last night Mahalon, I think we should play again tonight." Khamul strolled in not really noticing that Mahalon was smashed on the ground.
"Hey, as mush fun as that sounds I don't think I'll be able to make it tonight. I'm a little stuck here." Mahalon was thinking that as the Wraith leader Khamul was going to help him up but the next then he knew he was listening to Khamul talking in the distance.
"that stinks! We'll miss you." As Khamul exits Ramazer enters and you feel the tension rise and then fall when Khamul turns a corner and they can't stare at each other anymore.
"Mahalon, thanks for the show last night! do you think next time you can make dinner before you play? By the way you haven't seen any of my swords lately have you?" Ramazer of course doesn't even think that Mahalon is stuck simply guess that he has com up with a new hobby. lying on the floor, giving assistance.
"Does it look like I've been seeing much of anything lately? I am lying here conversing with the dirt for the whole morning. By the way what time is it?" It had seemed a long time since he fell.
"Why don't you get up then? Idiot! Kisum and Snazuit haven't glued you there have they? Oh, it's around 3:00." With that yet another fellow wraith fails to help another in need, but that's expected from Ramazer.
"Why is every one in this house concerned with them selves? They don't have to help me for the sake of my but have a place in their heart for my cloaks!" Mahalon started to make mud with his tears mixing with the dirt on the floor.
"Well, well, well, isn't this a sight to see. I though I'd never see the day that you start conversing with your own kind. the dirt. How dare you let dirt on your nice cloaks anyways? Especially dirt off our shoes! What's with you Mahalon?" Lahar, the one wraith Mahalon could dread at this point in his life. Mahalon can barely take his mocking when he alive and well but when he can move he'd rather die than listen to insults and jibes.
" Your shoes?" yes, Lahar had just brought up something that just made Mahalon's day worse, mingling with the dirt off his fellow's shoes.
"YEAH! Who else's? The only dirt in the house comes from our shoes. You most of all should know that." Lahar exits with that.
"WAA-FFLE! Now that is by far the funniest word! Whoa Mally are you a narcolepsy or something you've been lying there all day and the sun is setting now." Stuff like this surpassed the brains of Ricatan.
"Leave me." It sounded like dying words but what stinks for Mahalon is he's not dying any time soon. He needs to accept life.
