originally posted in:The Digital Dojo
[u]A sickening smile makes it's way across Po as he grips the blade of the knife with excitement.[/u]
"[i]Oh, the soul of the son of Bahumut... What a gift that will be for my lord and father the crow king. It will be a most glorious feeling, tearing at his very being as he watches hopelessly while his friends are made into my servants.[/i]
English
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"Ohoho...trust me. Once Ornstein finishes off Anri for good..." [b]The King sickly chuckles.[/b] "I shouldn't spoil the surprise. That would be rude."
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[u]Po laughs.[/u] "[i]I wouldn't have it any other way.[/i]"
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"Yeah. Cheers." [b]The King raises his now empty glass.[/b]
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[spoiler]Little did they know that the spirit of Mortar was listening in. He can't talk to anyone other than Smough, but now he's determined to come back and whoop your asses.[/spoiler]
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"-blam!- off Mortar!"
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Nevah
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"Please?"
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*laughs*