Paris Geller (
revengenotebook) wrote2019-03-30 09:09 am
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Room 420, Saturday morning
Paris bolted upright from his bed and reached for the weapon he absolutely wasn't wearing.
"Where am I?" he demanded in a British accent that totally made sense for a guy from Troyshhhhhhh, it did. Shhhhh. "What foul sorcery brought me here?"
It was probably Achilles' fault. Most things were.
[OOC: So open!]
"Where am I?" he demanded in a British accent that totally made sense for a guy from Troy
It was probably Achilles' fault. Most things were.
[OOC: So open!]
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He was, if anything, an incredibly helpful not-Kraken.
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He'd forgotten to ask with all of the panic and yelling.
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Oh, he liked you, Auuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuughkraken! Or...possibly...he went by Paris, as well, it sounded like? Perhaps he should go with that; it rolled a bit easier off the tounge than Auuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuughkraken.
"I am Sidon!" he offered, brightly, going in for another pump of his fist, another brilliant, dazzling, oh-so-toothy smile. "The Zora Prince, of course!"
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