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		<title>BlondeFox: Minor typo</title>
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		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Minor typo&lt;/p&gt;
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				&lt;td colspan='2' style=&quot;background-color: white; color:black; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Revision as of 18:04, 30 March 2013&lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f9f9f9; color: #333333; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #e6e6e6; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;:'''[[Cressida]] has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;A slight smile tugs at the corner of Cressida's lips when Valos attempts to explain himself a bit better. Phew, a bit less wordy this time but still a lengthy explanation. &amp;quot;Hmm, so that is what this is all about then? Trying to answer the ultimate question about the human condition? About suffering and the state of humanity? Who are you? Is that what this is all about then? An experiment? An attempt to open Morrighan's eyes to whatever this truth is you seek from her?&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;And perhaps...It is a dilemma that Cressida herself has been battling all her life as well. What is her great suffering that she wishes to end? Who is her true self that she must constantly face and overcome? And...Could this Valos fellow be onto something..Perhaps beneficial to herself? Either that, or he's just full of poppycock!&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;Hmm, my dear Count, after we have dealt with these little....Indiscretions, I would be interested in discussing these..Motivations of yours in further detail.&amp;quot; Morrighan leaves at that moment and she nods her head to her. &amp;quot;Good day to you, Lady Morrighan, til we meet again. My dear Count, shall we be on our way then?&amp;quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f9f9f9; color: #333333; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #e6e6e6; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;:'''[[Cressida]] has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;A slight smile tugs at the corner of Cressida's lips when Valos attempts to explain himself a bit better. Phew, a bit less wordy this time but still a lengthy explanation. &amp;quot;Hmm, so that is what this is all about then? Trying to answer the ultimate question about the human condition? About suffering and the state of humanity? Who are you? Is that what this is all about then? An experiment? An attempt to open Morrighan's eyes to whatever this truth is you seek from her?&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;And perhaps...It is a dilemma that Cressida herself has been battling all her life as well. What is her great suffering that she wishes to end? Who is her true self that she must constantly face and overcome? And...Could this Valos fellow be onto something..Perhaps beneficial to herself? Either that, or he's just full of poppycock!&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;quot;Hmm, my dear Count, after we have dealt with these little....Indiscretions, I would be interested in discussing these..Motivations of yours in further detail.&amp;quot; Morrighan leaves at that moment and she nods her head to her. &amp;quot;Good day to you, Lady Morrighan, til we meet again. My dear Count, shall we be on our way then?&amp;quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f9f9f9; color: #333333; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #e6e6e6; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f9f9f9; color: #333333; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #e6e6e6; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;−&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color:black; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;:'''[[Count Valos]] has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt; Gidarch wasn't entirely sure what Morrighan was referring to, in relation to whatever he should have asked about- there were a number of things he could have asked about, as far as either wanting to know answers, or being given permission regarding the endowment of various privileges. He did ask who she was, so that voided the notion that she had offered to divulge information regarding her true nature. He could have 'asked' as to how he could've helped ease her suffering, without preemptively taking the liberty to surrender to her, and thus given her a more efficient means of assuaging her humiliation, but then.... since he didn't actually seek to be /given/ anything, was it so much of a misconception, if he never imposed on her to begin with, so much as a personal initiative on his part to repair some of the damage done? Possible, but less likely. What was the one thing he did not actually ask for, that he took? Why, her personal space, and a fraction of her body. Having lost control, he didn't see fit to 'ask' for companionship, and merely took it, which may have been otherwise granted if he'd sought permission to be bestowed it, but instead he took, even though, previously, she had rendered the opportunity for Gidarch to have the honor of.... sampling her flavor. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; That seemed the most likely, and it truly would have been, in a logical sense, a misconception on the stone-drow's part for having presumed to take, when it may have been an available option all the while, but there is no way to find out what Morrighan meant, for the time being- mayhap he'd never know, if they didn't rendezvous again; whatever the case, as he was stepping through the doorway, he happened to observe Morrighan pass into some kind of nightly gate, which clued him to the fact that perhaps her shadowy powers ran deeper than he'd originally betted upon, even if innate to Time Magic was already that of the 'Demi' spell, sometimes referred to as a 'dark' magic, of sorts. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Peering at Cressida, when she decides to accompany Valos to the precinct, he raises a brow, &amp;quot;The ultimate question has already been answered. The problem is, most people do not understand the answer if they hear it, because they're asking the question for the wrong reasons, thus, even when they do hear the answer, they don't recognize it as what it actually is.&amp;quot; He nods to her, and continues on, &amp;quot;Here is a sentiment that you may dwell upon, if you so desire. It is my postulation that the Heartless are only different than any other living entity in that they are simpler in nature, but do you know why the murder of another entity barely diverges from something so seemingly 'innocent' as taking a stroll through a park, whilst knowingly, and willfully attempting to bring no harm to any other form of life, amidst such an allegedly uninfluential promenade? I gather you do not; fret not, though, if your pride feels damaged by the declaration of your ineptitude, for I gather most people do not. That is why my gaze penetrates others, but nobody else's sight has yet permeated &lt;del class=&quot;diffchange diffchange-inline&quot;&gt;mine&lt;/del&gt;. My motivation is a quaint one..... to help others to stop thinking with closed minds, and to explore seldom explored avenues. Few have the gall to accept the challenge, because few are able to overcome the one adversary that they are most susceptible to, one whose formidability goes beyond the power possessed by the Shadow Lords, the Princesses of Heart, or even me.....&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; He folds his arms over his chest, and leans down towards Cressida, emphasizing his answer to come &amp;quot;....Themselves.&amp;quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;+&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color:black; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;:'''[[Count Valos]] has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt; Gidarch wasn't entirely sure what Morrighan was referring to, in relation to whatever he should have asked about- there were a number of things he could have asked about, as far as either wanting to know answers, or being given permission regarding the endowment of various privileges. He did ask who she was, so that voided the notion that she had offered to divulge information regarding her true nature. He could have 'asked' as to how he could've helped ease her suffering, without preemptively taking the liberty to surrender to her, and thus given her a more efficient means of assuaging her humiliation, but then.... since he didn't actually seek to be /given/ anything, was it so much of a misconception, if he never imposed on her to begin with, so much as a personal initiative on his part to repair some of the damage done? Possible, but less likely. What was the one thing he did not actually ask for, that he took? Why, her personal space, and a fraction of her body. Having lost control, he didn't see fit to 'ask' for companionship, and merely took it, which may have been otherwise granted if he'd sought permission to be bestowed it, but instead he took, even though, previously, she had rendered the opportunity for Gidarch to have the honor of.... sampling her flavor. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; That seemed the most likely, and it truly would have been, in a logical sense, a misconception on the stone-drow's part for having presumed to take, when it may have been an available option all the while, but there is no way to find out what Morrighan meant, for the time being- mayhap he'd never know, if they didn't rendezvous again; whatever the case, as he was stepping through the doorway, he happened to observe Morrighan pass into some kind of nightly gate, which clued him to the fact that perhaps her shadowy powers ran deeper than he'd originally betted upon, even if innate to Time Magic was already that of the 'Demi' spell, sometimes referred to as a 'dark' magic, of sorts. &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; Peering at Cressida, when she decides to accompany Valos to the precinct, he raises a brow, &amp;quot;The ultimate question has already been answered. The problem is, most people do not understand the answer if they hear it, because they're asking the question for the wrong reasons, thus, even when they do hear the answer, they don't recognize it as what it actually is.&amp;quot; He nods to her, and continues on, &amp;quot;Here is a sentiment that you may dwell upon, if you so desire. It is my postulation that the Heartless are only different than any other living entity in that they are simpler in nature, but do you know why the murder of another entity barely diverges from something so seemingly 'innocent' as taking a stroll through a park, whilst knowingly, and willfully attempting to bring no harm to any other form of life, amidst such an allegedly uninfluential promenade? I gather you do not; fret not, though, if your pride feels damaged by the declaration of your ineptitude, for I gather most people do not. That is why my gaze penetrates others, but nobody else's sight has yet permeated &lt;ins class=&quot;diffchange diffchange-inline&quot;&gt;myself&lt;/ins&gt;. My motivation is a quaint one..... to help others to stop thinking with closed minds, and to explore seldom explored avenues. Few have the gall to accept the challenge, because few are able to overcome the one adversary that they are most susceptible to, one whose formidability goes beyond the power possessed by the Shadow Lords, the Princesses of Heart, or even me.....&amp;quot; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br /&amp;gt; He folds his arms over his chest, and leans down towards Cressida, emphasizing his answer to come &amp;quot;....Themselves.&amp;quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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		<title>BlondeFox: Yet another log, wheeeeeee!</title>
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