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Old July 14th, 2010, 02:26 AM
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Marro the Same...

Click...Twitch...Click...Twitch...Click...Twitch...

Those were the thoughts of the poor unfortunate marro that was next in line. A look was sneered at him through cold eyes. Cold enough to freeze time possibly. The marro remained silent. Whether out of choice or because it's vocal chords had been ripped from it remained to be seen. One arm hung limply like a piece of meat. One eye on the other side had been smashed in what looked like a very bad accident. Its very posture was that of a creature who has lost its sense of purpose in life. The cold eyes apparently either had taken their effect. Or since this creature had been this way for a while, maybe they didn't.

"Name?" was asked in a voice of acid.

Silence answered back.

"Name?" repeated the voice this time dipping itself in even more acid.

Silence continued to respond.

"Name?" the voice repeated again this time with a sense of great indignation and its time being wasted.

The marro remained motionless as if it had suddently decided being a wax statue was the best idea for it. The kyrie were not amused.

"Name or we will simply kill you now."

The marro raised its head. Its good eye looked into the cold eyes. The bad eye simply sat there staring off in some odd direction. Whether it still functioned was unknown. The eye locked with the cold eyes and didn't flinch. The good arm lifted up. A finger separated itself. A diagonal line was drawn in the air and soon another in the opposite direction. An "X" was scrawled in the appropriate column.

"Species?" the voice stated with a tone that very bad things would happen to this marro should it continue to not answer.

It however remained silent, and getting annoyed with this, "Idiot Marro" and "Utgar" were scribbled into the Species and Allegiance columns.

"Relatives?"

The marro raised its head and shook it in a slow fashion. "None" was appropriately scribbled in.

"Why were you summoned?"

The marro shrugged a long casual shrug that seemed to take three times longer than it actually did. The appropriate answer was scrawled in. Fed up with this unresponsive creature, the marro was dismissed. It didn't move. A guard was brought over and extracted the marro from where it had decided to take up residence.

Twitch...Dead...Twitch...You Are Dead...Twitch...Death comes...Twitch...Death eats...Twitch...Hunger Eats...Twitch...Yes, Death Comes...Twitch...

The marro kept its thoughts to itself.


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