[Private to the Master] -- Port

[impure_tale]

I have something for you.

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Private

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

Ahah! Not the bargain, Master.

I've not completed the task yet. I thought that a suitable tribute had to be special, and I've yet to begin. I thought you might like a -- how do those modern folk say it? A "play by play"?

Private

[soundof-drums.livejournal.com]

Go on.

Private

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

Is that what you would like, Master? I'd hate to deprive you of any personal satisfaction you might wish to take. I can of course. Delighted for such a canvas.

Unless you'd like to skip past this silly tribute business and give me a suitable, substantial target.

Private

[soundof-drums.livejournal.com]

You won't touch her. I prefer my women... unmarked. [ON THE OUTSIDE.] Bring her to my men.

As for a substantial target... Oh! I know... Let's make it your old "friend," the good Major.

Private

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

Oh come on, cherub. There's not a mark on that man's body that I didn't put there.

Do you mean to bore me to death?

Private

[soundof-drums.livejournal.com]

Ah-ah-ah. This isn't about you, Marquis. It's about me and what I want.

Bring him to me. I really don't like his face.

Private

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

Actually this is about what you want...and what I have.

Private

[soundof-drums.livejournal.com]

[He lets out a laugh]

Do you really think I care that much? You're all stranded here; if you don't come and crawl to me with your gift, my men will take it.

By the way, they're tracking each and every transmission. Oh, the wonders of technologies long past your time.

Have fun.

[Click.]