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Old 06-05-2006, 01:50 PM   #59
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Lola sighed in agitation, throwing Anakron an exasperated glance. "Really," she muttered, just loud enough for him to hear. "That was incredibly dense." Then she hustled forward quickly enough to direct Maika towards the most circuitous route to Roggie's throne room she could think of. All her attempts to delay the proceedings were going to naught, due to Maika's impatience and Dracomir's ridiculous pride. Now she must resort to tricksier methods, and hope Alli (whom she considered a true friend) didn't get wind of it.

Frankly, Lola Martinet couldn't care less about the results of the 'negotiations'. She loved Mordor's chaos and impracticality fiercely, and would do anything to protect it, and in her mind, protection meant all those fools who didn't recognize the beauty of neon lights and triplicate forms were rightly the first to go. What was really the harm in them wandering off? Those who stayed away weren't assets to begin with, and the rest of the emigrants returned, chagrined, sick of being defensive of their glasses and manicures and hairdye and similes, and all the other things that made Mordor so unique among all the countries of Middle Earth.

And Roggie? Roggie was a silly fool, caught up in dreams and delusions of grandeur, unaware that his true grandeur was revealed in his towering, imposing form, and the noble flicker in his flaming eyes. He was, however, easily manipulated, and therefore useful. His current snit was the best method she could see for preserving the status quo. After all, it wasn't as though Mardil wanted any piece of Mordor for himself...

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Maika quietly sighed in relief when she heard Lola's footsteps following behind her. Even without turning around to actually look, she noticed that Dracomir chose not to come with them. It bothered her a little, but he will go where he will. In any case she was glad that finally something was being done.

Only now that she was on her way to Roggie's throne room did the real significance of their mission occur to her. The fate of Gondor and Mordor and the poor unknown or little known or known-but-no-one-really-cares lands between them, if any, because having been in Mordor practically all her life she had no way of knowing, are in their hands. And she barely knew what to say once she was before His Hotness - what could they say to convince him? And speaking of hotness, there was her skin to worry about. With all these concerns slowly weighing on her mind she did not notice that she had fallen behind Lola, who was now leading the way. Maika did not mind. She concentrated on her aforementioned concerns which were enough to confuse her and thanked Eru (if she could - did Mordorians do that?) that Lola was there to worry about the directions. Maika blindly followed her, lost in her own thoughts. A foreboding silence fell on the two ladies.

Soon Maika returned from her seeming out-of-body experience, which kind of sounded cooler and more mysterious than saying what she actually thought about, surprised to see that they were still walking down the hallway - a hallway that looked vaguely familiar. A fleeting glance at Lola's confidently swaying hips told her that she knew exactly where they were. But Maika did not.

"Lola, where are we? Aren't we supposed to be--"

"Oh there you are, my dear," Lola exclaimed, flicking her hair over her shoulder as if her hair was all Maika was worth talking to. "I thought I've lost you."

"I think you intend to," Maika muttered dryly at her hair. It swayed mischievously in response.

"Don't worry," the lady in front of the hair assured her, none too effectively. "We'll be there in no time."

No time indeed, Maika shuddered. Not wanting to let her rising fear shine through for Lola to take advantage of, she again summoned the silence, which willingly fell on them again. (In case your morbid imagination shows them being squished flatter than pancakes and leaves you wondering how they can still manage to walk, you should be informed that silence, though can be heavy, is not concrete.) She felt panic rising within her, as well as the fear that Skittles or Dracomir or both of them have already reached Roggie's office and finished speaking to him and reached a diplomatic solution and informed Alli of her absence in the proceedings and suggested dismissing her for lack of professionalism. Overwhelmed and paralyzed, the only thing Maika could do was send a mental distress call to Dracomir - whom she hoped had telepathic abilities though she herself did not - to rescue her from Lola. The line was busy.

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