::Sets up, grimacing, smelling like barbecue steak.::
Fine. Two Prisoners of the Nazca Lines escaped-slash awoke from their prisons because I was extremely sick due to being posioned by a here-to-unknown assassin by one of the high members of the Seelie Court, the fairies that answer to me.
Fortunately, the beings sealed in the Star and the Hands aren't Earthbound Immortals.
The bad news is.
They're two of the last remaining Numbers. Two His Former Honor, Lord Judgeman, put under my purview to keep under extreme lock and key. And the Hands is the worse of the two.
no subject
::Sets up, grimacing, smelling like barbecue steak.::
Fine. Two Prisoners of the Nazca Lines escaped-slash awoke from their prisons because I was extremely sick due to being posioned by a here-to-unknown assassin by one of the high members of the Seelie Court, the fairies that answer to me.
Fortunately, the beings sealed in the Star and the Hands aren't Earthbound Immortals.
The bad news is.
They're two of the last remaining Numbers. Two His Former Honor, Lord Judgeman, put under my purview to keep under extreme lock and key. And the Hands is the worse of the two.