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[Again_Dejavu]

Russel doesn't say anything.
He just leans against a wall

[PrivateNomad]

The officers just stand back.

[USEC_OFFICER]

Bruce nods.
"Genghis Khan is the furthest back and most famous and Edward wasn't as famous but was a good bit less further back. I actually don't know but it wouldn't have mattered as much where I came from."

Maja continues to bluntly ask about Bruce's parentage. "Hmm... When you far back you mean... Far back? Several generations? And none of your parents inherited their titles?"

Russel doesn't say anything.
He just leans against a wall

_"Um..." Maria doesn't say anything else, but lapses into silence.

[kj1225]

Bruce shakes his head.
"No, they didn't."

[USEC_OFFICER]

Bruce shakes his head.
"No, they didn't."

"Ah, whatever." Maja goes back to relaxing, stretched out all over the couch.

[Sanure]

Soarla draws Machleiman, "I cannot force the dead to become a dullahan. It is her choice if she comes back. All I can do is give her the choice." Soarla swings her sword at the dead mouse girls body, severing the head without striking the ground. death magic flows into the body as the wound begins to glow red.

[kj1225]

Bruce shrugs and goes back to relaxing as well.

[USEC_OFFICER]

And Maja has nothing to say to him. Woo, conversationless relaxing.

[PrivateNomad]

Nothing seems to happen, but Soarla hears a voice in her head.
 Do not play god. Allow the dead to die.

[IamanElfCollaborator]

((And that would be Faucheuse.))

[Again_Dejavu]

Russel grabs the item from his backpack, he wasn't sure what Soarla was doing.

[Sanure]

Are you perchance the reaper who desires her soul? If not, then you hold no sway over the girls soul. It will be her choice. Soarla once more swings her sword through the wound, imparting more death magic into it.

[IamanElfCollaborator]

"No." Carrick's shovel bats away her sword. His normally expressionless face is replaced with an expression of extreme annoyance.
"That would be my master."

[PrivateNomad]

I hold sway over every departing soul. Do not defy death.

[Sanure]

Soarla looks at carrick, "Then your master would steal a girl's soul who was not ready to die. I offered her a different death." Soarla begins to walk off, "I apologize. It seems the girl's soul was stolen by a greed filled demon." With that, Soarla disappears.