The Last Dragonlord

Harne walked away with Jalan, who was still carrying Shade. "Let's see...Which cell should I give you? Hmm, I do suppose I could choose THAT one, but would you like it? No, I'm sure you wouldn't. Then that one is yours!" she said happily, walking through the dungeons as if she walked through them everyday.

"Oh, of course THAT isn't your cell. YOUR cell is over there." she said, Jalan scooping up Shade once again. "Sorry, Shade, I don't want to carry you, but I'm apparently the only one here that can." the white-haired man said. Shade was then taken to a cell aqt the end of the hall, a room a man like him would probably dread.

The walls were an alloy invincible to heat once mixed, and they were painted hot pink with little white daisy stickers decorating them. The floor had a color that perfectly matched the walls, a light purple. There was just a bed otherwise, and it too matched the rest of the room.

Harne had done it.

She had given Shade the most girlish cell in the place.

Shade laughed as he was placed in the cell. He snapped his fingers, and a small orb of darkness and fear appeared. Shade cut the orb in half with his axe, and it exploded with pure evil energy. The cell was instantly transformed into a terrifyingly evil-looking room, with red and black paint on the wall, and the bed was now pure blood red with a black canopy, and the bed was now shaped like a slumbering dragon, with it's wings forming the canopy.

Sarayan nodded to the lady and took his leave, heading off to try and find the most elusive dragonlord. He bounded down the steps, eyes scanning the tables and sitting areas in hopes of chancing upon Linden.

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(Post, hanabi)

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(POST!!!!)

((Still ))

(please post! )

(({is a total sadist and is soaking in your pain} ))

(i hate sadists. i have no choice but to never speak to you again, and to remove you from my friends list and put you on my foes list)

((Fine, I'll post. But later. And I'm not that bad a sadist. It's really just something called schadenfreude.))

(I know what schadenfreude is. It is a german word meaning to take joy from your opponent's fear.)

((No, it's joy from another person's misfortune. You should listen to the song titled schadenfreude by Avenue Q. Also, I don't know what to say.))

(Post, damn you!)

((but I dun know what to say! D:))

(Having Favern and Harne-or whatever your characters' names are- react to Shade turning the ultimate statement of girliness into a room-shaped chuck of pure masuclinity and awesomeness!)

((k.))

Jalan stared at the cell. "Nice." he said, nodding his approval. "It could use some black roses maybe..." Harne shot a glare at Jalan, who immediately shut up. Suddenly, the darkness peeled away, showing the room as the girliest cell ever once again. "Of course, it's enchanted. No being comfy, mister." she said, then settled down in a chair, created from her axe.

Harne smacked her spirit twin angrily. Jalan frowned, not very pleased to be smacked.

Jalan grinned. "Now THAT is freaking awesome. The perfect amount too." he said after counting the roses. A loud roar outside caused Harne to grab Jalan and say, "Idiot designer, we have to go. Well, I have to go. You'll stay here and watch Shade." And with that, she left.