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Post by Rukia/Muraki/Ed on Apr 13, 2006 4:12:26 GMT -5
Muraki opened the door to the Illuminati meeting room and looked around. It seemed so long since he had been here! Heh, at least now he could start some real work again! A wicked smile played on the doctor's lips. This would surely be bigger than anything that softhearted Milady could ever have arranged! It was a pity that Onizuka fellow had gotten to her! Or else Muraki knew she would have been a great partner in his plot. But not now. This time he did it by himself....
He walked across the floor and while doing so he dragged a cell phone from his pocket, dialed a number and waited.
"It's me! Get Shula down here, NOW! And be sure she brings the security guards! And not the ones loyal to Milady! You know of whom I speak! And... Miss Yumi! I want her here as well! Do not mention this to anyone else! This you know!" Muraki spoke quickly and then he hung up the phone. A trusting secretary was the first call to someone like him.
Muraki seated himself behind a small desk in the far corner of the room and pulled out a labtop from his briefcase. This would surely be a day to remember!
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Post by Tama/Blackbird/Shula on Apr 13, 2006 4:25:39 GMT -5
After a few moment Shula came down, from the looks of it she hadnt had time to change out of her casural wear. "You called Muraki?" She asked ignoring the Guards behind her.
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Post by Rukia/Muraki/Ed on Apr 13, 2006 4:41:41 GMT -5
"Ah, miss Shula!" Muraki said with a little smile and looked up. His eyes gleamed in the dim light and he seemedeager, almost happy. "I need you to help me arrange a few things, yes? That is, if I can trust you...?" he asked with a silky voice.
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Post by Tama/Blackbird/Shula on Apr 13, 2006 4:53:13 GMT -5
"Oh of course you can trust me!" Shula said smiling and going over. "I'd be delighted to help!"
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Post by Rukia/Muraki/Ed on Apr 13, 2006 16:45:58 GMT -5
"Good! Good girl," Muraki smiled, though his smile seemed far from reaching his eyes. "I need as many people with me as I can you see! But I can't have those whom I can't trust now, can I? Those whom I can't trust... Must be disposed of!"
Muraki turned towards the guards. "You all know what you've been assigned to do! And if you haven't, I've already made the files and put them where you know they will be," he said to the guards who bowed and walked off.
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Post by Tama/Blackbird/Shula on Apr 13, 2006 17:19:27 GMT -5
Shula nodded slightly. "I know what you mean."
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Post by Rukia/Muraki/Ed on Apr 13, 2006 18:00:41 GMT -5
"Do you know? Well! Good!" Muraki said nad seated himself in a large chari, putting his fingertips together and looking at Shula from behidn his glasses.
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Post by Tama/Blackbird/Shula on Apr 17, 2006 11:29:28 GMT -5
Shula shifted slightly, as if nervously. "So..."
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Post by Rukia/Muraki/Ed on Apr 17, 2006 13:09:39 GMT -5
"I need... I need Milady here. You see, I need her... Ehm... Help in this matter," Muraki said with his cool and sleek voice.
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Post by Tama/Blackbird/Shula on Apr 17, 2006 20:20:27 GMT -5
"Do you want me to go and get her?" Shula asked quickly.
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Post by Rukia/Muraki/Ed on Apr 18, 2006 10:08:21 GMT -5
"Could you? Ah, and, well, please be a good girl and not tell her what I want her for, yes?"
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Post by Tama/Blackbird/Shula on Apr 22, 2006 9:44:27 GMT -5
Shula nodded, eager to please. "I'll go and get her now." She said running back up the stairs.
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Post by Milady Onizuka on Apr 24, 2006 14:02:46 GMT -5
Milady was heading out of her room with a basket full of easter eggs and all sorts of candy and a list in her hand. Never in her mind could she have conjured up the thought that Muraki was up to something at that point. And here she was, ready to personally hand out the invitations to her baby shower.
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Post by Tama/Blackbird/Shula on Apr 24, 2006 17:25:22 GMT -5
Shula skidded to a stop. "Milday?"
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Post by Milady Onizuka on Apr 25, 2006 13:41:12 GMT -5
"The one and only," answered Milady as she appeared in front of Shula. "Oh! Shula yes?" Her hand went rummaging through the invitations, looking for the young woman's.
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