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bradygirl_12Title: Rainbow’s Freedom (Paradise Arc) (7/37)
Author: BradyGirl
Pairings/Characters: (this chapter): Clark/Bruce, Ollie/Dinah, Edmund Caldwell, Evangeline Halstead, Davis Saltonstall
Series Notes: In the 23rd century, Earth is a technologically-advanced society that practices the ancient institution of slavery. As Bruce and Clark continue to juggle being lovers as well as Master and slave, Bruce continues his Abolitionist work, and a shocking Family Secret is revealed. Meanwhile, the Queen Family welcomes a new member, and Steve and Hal meet their Destinies, although neither one realizes it yet. The entire series can be found here.
Genres: Drama, AU
Rating: (this chapter): PG-13
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None
Summary: Clark overhears some disturbing conversation at the Halloween Ball.
Date Of Completion (First Draft): April 24, 2008
Date Of Posting: February 4, 2009
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, DC does, more’s the pity.
Word Count: 996
Feedback welcome and appreciated.
The roll
Of the dice,
Is sometimes
Not
So nice.
And yet,
The bet,
Can be
A pearl
Of
Great price.
VII
ROLL OF THE DICE
Clark circulated among the guests, his Jovaran costume perfect for concealment. While it marked him as a slave, completely covered from head-to-toe, unless people had made note of his arrival with Bruce, he was a complete mystery.
His silver-blue robes, a jattra, sparkled as he moved, blue-and-yellow beads encircling his waist and hanging around his neck. Beads jangled from a circlet around his head, his face completely Veiled. Even his eyes were hidden, and he liked the relative freedom of that concealment.
He also picked up snatches of conversation: the upcoming business merger of two of the biggest rivals of Wayne Enterprises; a scandalous affair between a vassal and a free chambermaid, and a failed investment in a slave breeding farm.
Clark walked to the buffet, glad he could eat by simply pushing aside the folds of his javea, his hood-like head covering. A blue-and-silver domino would keep his eyes hidden if his hood accidentally fell away.
Despite his slave costume, he felt freer than usual as he glided around the museum ballroom. His pick-up of information was easy: it was amazing how loose-tongued the wealthy could be in social situations. Servants, whether slave or free, were invisible to them, and speaking of intimate things was second nature to the upper classes.
In the next hour, Clark picked up a few juicy business tidbits that he filed away. Bruce would be pleased at the information.
Clark drank champagne, watching as the others of the house party enjoyed themselves. Out on the dance floor, King Arthur and Queen Guinevere swirled in long, flowing cloak and gown. Ollie and Dinah were excellent dancers.
Clark looked for his own lover, allowing himself to indulge in soulful gazes under the cover of his hood. He spotted Bruce, dressed as a Jovaran noble, similarly clad but with his face exposed except for the part covered by his domino mask. He was in animated conversation with the King of Siam.
Chuckling, Clark continued his circuit of the room, pausing beside a large potted palm. Laughter came from the other side, and a familiar voice spoke.
“The little strumpet ran into me! He was mouthy and insolent and I taught him a lesson with my cane.”
Clark’s blood chilled at the sound of Edmund Caldwell’s voice.
“Yes, Bruce is rather lax with his slaves,” an unfamiliar female voice drawled.
“Lax!” snorted Edmund. “That doesn’t even begin to cover it.”
Another man spoke. “I wasn’t aware that Bruce lacked a firm hand.”
Edmund said, “He allows that circus brat to run at will. He should be kept on a leash.”
The woman said, “I suppose, but it’s so tiresome to keep slaves leashed all the time.”
“Tiresome!” Edmund exclaimed. “My dear woman, there is nothing more satisfying than the tug of a chain, watching a brat’s head snap back or have him yanked off his feet!” A cruel chuckle sent a shiver down Clark’s spine. “What could be done with a high-spirited spawn like that! It’d be a real pleasure breaking that spirit.”
The woman tittered but the man sounded annoyed as he said, “Really, Edmund, can’t you leave the kids alone? Breaking a child’s spirit is no sport.”
Malicious glee laced Edmund’s voice. “Don’t knock it if you haven’t tried it.”
“I doubt that the Prince of Gotham would treat his slaves like that.”
“Prince of Gotham!” Edmund sneered. “He’s no Prince.”
The woman drawled, “Well, his family is the Founding Family of Gotham.”
“Angeline, my family is just as much a Founding Family as Bruce Wayne’s.”
“Yes, but Bruce is the Prince, darling.”
It was Evangeline’s turn to speak with malicious glee.
Edmund didn’t respond, possibly from apoplexy. Clark decided to make a strategic retreat.
He stopped when he heard Alfred’s name.
“Yes, they say he really runs Wayne Manor,” said Evangeline.
“Now that is utter nonsense. Even that silly Brucie wouldn’t allow that.”
“But, Edmund, dear, Alfred is one of the best butlers around.”
“A slave butler, my dear.”
“I hear he’s an awfully good cook.” The other man sounded sincere.
“Davis, what does good kitchen skills mean unless they are skills bent over the kitchen table?”
Evangeline tittered but Davis was silent for a moment, sounding annoyed again as he huffed, “Really, Edmund, that’s rather disrespectful of a loyal retainer like Alfred…”
“Respectful!” Edmund hissed. “The word ‘respectful’ and ‘slave’ do not go together, not in the context of a freeman toward a slave. The other way around, now, is required.”
“So Alfred’s skills aren’t worthy of respect?” Davis asked.
“I’d rather think about Bruce’s prize slut’s skills.”
“I agree,” came Evangeline’s amused voice.
“I’d love to see what’s under that Veil.”
“I’ll agree with you there,” Davis grumbled.
“I’d like to see him on his knees and using that talented mouth for something besides eating Alfred’s cooking.” Edmund chuckled.
Clark moved away, shaking as he slipped outside onto a deserted balcony.
He stared up at the moon, his left hand curled into a fist, his right hand worrying the beads on his belt.
He understood his vulnerability very well. He could not defend himself, and being referred to in disparaging terms was nothing new.
Edmund Caldwell scared him. More than ever he was grateful for Bruce. Fate had played a cruel trick on him by having him born a slave, but kind to him by the Master given him.
He would never forget that.
A hand on his shoulder startled him badly. Heart pounding, he whirled.
“Whoa, Clark, what’s wrong, love?”
Shaking like a leaf, Clark put his arms around his lover.
“Please, just hold me, Bruce,” he pleaded softly.
Bruce complied, running his hand up and down Clark’s back.
Clark closed his eyes, glad he felt safe as he always would in Bruce’s arms.
Author: BradyGirl
Pairings/Characters: (this chapter): Clark/Bruce, Ollie/Dinah, Edmund Caldwell, Evangeline Halstead, Davis Saltonstall
Series Notes: In the 23rd century, Earth is a technologically-advanced society that practices the ancient institution of slavery. As Bruce and Clark continue to juggle being lovers as well as Master and slave, Bruce continues his Abolitionist work, and a shocking Family Secret is revealed. Meanwhile, the Queen Family welcomes a new member, and Steve and Hal meet their Destinies, although neither one realizes it yet. The entire series can be found here.
Genres: Drama, AU
Rating: (this chapter): PG-13
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None
Summary: Clark overhears some disturbing conversation at the Halloween Ball.
Date Of Completion (First Draft): April 24, 2008
Date Of Posting: February 4, 2009
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, DC does, more’s the pity.
Word Count: 996
Feedback welcome and appreciated.
Of the dice,
Is sometimes
Not
So nice.
And yet,
The bet,
Can be
A pearl
Of
Great price.
Sam Ellison
"Gamblin’ Man"
(Song Lyrics)
2163 C.E.
ROLL OF THE DICE
Clark circulated among the guests, his Jovaran costume perfect for concealment. While it marked him as a slave, completely covered from head-to-toe, unless people had made note of his arrival with Bruce, he was a complete mystery.
His silver-blue robes, a jattra, sparkled as he moved, blue-and-yellow beads encircling his waist and hanging around his neck. Beads jangled from a circlet around his head, his face completely Veiled. Even his eyes were hidden, and he liked the relative freedom of that concealment.
He also picked up snatches of conversation: the upcoming business merger of two of the biggest rivals of Wayne Enterprises; a scandalous affair between a vassal and a free chambermaid, and a failed investment in a slave breeding farm.
Clark walked to the buffet, glad he could eat by simply pushing aside the folds of his javea, his hood-like head covering. A blue-and-silver domino would keep his eyes hidden if his hood accidentally fell away.
Despite his slave costume, he felt freer than usual as he glided around the museum ballroom. His pick-up of information was easy: it was amazing how loose-tongued the wealthy could be in social situations. Servants, whether slave or free, were invisible to them, and speaking of intimate things was second nature to the upper classes.
In the next hour, Clark picked up a few juicy business tidbits that he filed away. Bruce would be pleased at the information.
Clark drank champagne, watching as the others of the house party enjoyed themselves. Out on the dance floor, King Arthur and Queen Guinevere swirled in long, flowing cloak and gown. Ollie and Dinah were excellent dancers.
Clark looked for his own lover, allowing himself to indulge in soulful gazes under the cover of his hood. He spotted Bruce, dressed as a Jovaran noble, similarly clad but with his face exposed except for the part covered by his domino mask. He was in animated conversation with the King of Siam.
Chuckling, Clark continued his circuit of the room, pausing beside a large potted palm. Laughter came from the other side, and a familiar voice spoke.
“The little strumpet ran into me! He was mouthy and insolent and I taught him a lesson with my cane.”
Clark’s blood chilled at the sound of Edmund Caldwell’s voice.
“Yes, Bruce is rather lax with his slaves,” an unfamiliar female voice drawled.
“Lax!” snorted Edmund. “That doesn’t even begin to cover it.”
Another man spoke. “I wasn’t aware that Bruce lacked a firm hand.”
Edmund said, “He allows that circus brat to run at will. He should be kept on a leash.”
The woman said, “I suppose, but it’s so tiresome to keep slaves leashed all the time.”
“Tiresome!” Edmund exclaimed. “My dear woman, there is nothing more satisfying than the tug of a chain, watching a brat’s head snap back or have him yanked off his feet!” A cruel chuckle sent a shiver down Clark’s spine. “What could be done with a high-spirited spawn like that! It’d be a real pleasure breaking that spirit.”
The woman tittered but the man sounded annoyed as he said, “Really, Edmund, can’t you leave the kids alone? Breaking a child’s spirit is no sport.”
Malicious glee laced Edmund’s voice. “Don’t knock it if you haven’t tried it.”
“I doubt that the Prince of Gotham would treat his slaves like that.”
“Prince of Gotham!” Edmund sneered. “He’s no Prince.”
The woman drawled, “Well, his family is the Founding Family of Gotham.”
“Angeline, my family is just as much a Founding Family as Bruce Wayne’s.”
“Yes, but Bruce is the Prince, darling.”
It was Evangeline’s turn to speak with malicious glee.
Edmund didn’t respond, possibly from apoplexy. Clark decided to make a strategic retreat.
He stopped when he heard Alfred’s name.
“Yes, they say he really runs Wayne Manor,” said Evangeline.
“Now that is utter nonsense. Even that silly Brucie wouldn’t allow that.”
“But, Edmund, dear, Alfred is one of the best butlers around.”
“A slave butler, my dear.”
“I hear he’s an awfully good cook.” The other man sounded sincere.
“Davis, what does good kitchen skills mean unless they are skills bent over the kitchen table?”
Evangeline tittered but Davis was silent for a moment, sounding annoyed again as he huffed, “Really, Edmund, that’s rather disrespectful of a loyal retainer like Alfred…”
“Respectful!” Edmund hissed. “The word ‘respectful’ and ‘slave’ do not go together, not in the context of a freeman toward a slave. The other way around, now, is required.”
“So Alfred’s skills aren’t worthy of respect?” Davis asked.
“I’d rather think about Bruce’s prize slut’s skills.”
“I agree,” came Evangeline’s amused voice.
“I’d love to see what’s under that Veil.”
“I’ll agree with you there,” Davis grumbled.
“I’d like to see him on his knees and using that talented mouth for something besides eating Alfred’s cooking.” Edmund chuckled.
Clark moved away, shaking as he slipped outside onto a deserted balcony.
He stared up at the moon, his left hand curled into a fist, his right hand worrying the beads on his belt.
He understood his vulnerability very well. He could not defend himself, and being referred to in disparaging terms was nothing new.
Edmund Caldwell scared him. More than ever he was grateful for Bruce. Fate had played a cruel trick on him by having him born a slave, but kind to him by the Master given him.
He would never forget that.
A hand on his shoulder startled him badly. Heart pounding, he whirled.
“Whoa, Clark, what’s wrong, love?”
Shaking like a leaf, Clark put his arms around his lover.
“Please, just hold me, Bruce,” he pleaded softly.
Bruce complied, running his hand up and down Clark’s back.
Clark closed his eyes, glad he felt safe as he always would in Bruce’s arms.
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Date: 2009-02-05 02:40 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-02-05 04:07 am (UTC)He seems to inspire that kind of feeling!
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Date: 2009-02-05 02:42 am (UTC)Ya know, I'm really looking forward to the day Clark regains his memory & can re-claim his birthright (and maybe bounce Edmund off a few walls).
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Date: 2009-02-05 04:09 am (UTC)Clark moved away, shaking as he slipped outside onto a deserted balcony.
Ya know, I'm really looking forward to the day Clark regains his memory & can re-claim his birthright (and maybe bounce Edmund off a few walls).
Hmm, bouncing Edmund off walls sounds like a good idea to me! :)
Writing a sadist is difficult, but he just seems like the kind of person who would easily exist in this world.
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Date: 2009-02-05 03:12 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-02-05 04:13 am (UTC)Poor Clark! But Bruce will make him feel better.
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Date: 2009-02-05 03:40 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-02-05 04:15 am (UTC)A Bad End sounds good!
It's a very sad thing that frequently when Clark feels happy or safe, something does pop up to make him a little jittery.
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Date: 2009-02-05 03:46 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-02-05 04:50 am (UTC)*grins*
Yeah, he's such a 'good' bad guy that he can't get his comeuppance for awhile.
He's going to be causing trouble in the next arc for sure!
scary Caldwell
Date: 2009-02-05 03:49 am (UTC)I think Caldwell should get some horribly painful disease, and be confined to his bed, and antagonize the nurse so much that she leaves him alone, and then have an electrical failure damage the monitoring equipment so that he dies alone and in pain while the medical staff are in the next room.
Clark is being a little naive. Bruce and Clark are in matching costumes so it would be obvious to most that they are together. At least Clark's collar and manacles are hidden so no one can identify him easily. I like that Bruce is not parading Clark in minimal costumes, but Bruce doesn't have any need to flaunt his wealth or his possessions.
Re: scary Caldwell
Date: 2009-02-05 04:25 am (UTC)It's the dichotomy of this world!
To paraphrase an old saying, it would be an accident if Caldwell fell into a river and a tragedy if someone pulled him out.
Good saying! :)
Clark is being a little naive. Bruce and Clark are in matching costumes so it would be obvious to most that they are together. At least Clark's collar and manacles are hidden so no one can identify him easily.
I think it's just a case of most people being too interested in their own costumes or just too busy to really notice. Some undoubtedly would, but Clark could probably get away with anonymity for most of the night.
I like that Bruce is not parading Clark in minimal costumes, but Bruce doesn't have any need to flaunt his wealth or his possessions.
Old Money never does. :)
In-freaking-credible
Date: 2009-02-05 05:32 am (UTC)This is truly an epic piece. I recently found your story and basically did nothing until I had read it all. Beautifully done! Your slave fic owns me.
I found this chapter chilling. Hearing people talk about slaves like that is just creepy. They're people too! Clark should never feel that helpless. Never. *hugs Clark*
And Caldwell!!! He makes me sick to my stomach. You've really created one hell of a villain. I hate the things he says about Clark, Alfie, and Dick. And Dick's been having so many bad encounters with the creep! What with the police station and the fair and his servants *cough*thugs*cough* during the big auction. This makes me worry for our little bird. And to think he's out there protecting these people every night when most would treat him like dirt.
(hopefully there will be a certain red-head coming along willing to help protect the little bird? *hopeful eyes*)
Let's hear it for Bruce! He's become quite the sweetheart. Holding Clark when he needs to know that not everyone's like the Caldwells. I'm slightly worried that they're out there in the open.
Well, you are royalty among fic-writers. I eagerly await the next masterpiece.
-Singer
( had an lj account.... forgot my password :( )
Re: In-freaking-credible
Date: 2009-02-05 06:52 pm (UTC)Wow, just ...... wow.
This is truly an epic piece. I recently found your story and basically did nothing until I had read it all. Beautifully done! Your slave fic owns me.
*beams*
Thank you for your praise! It's wonderful to know that your work is appreciated. :)
I found this chapter chilling. Hearing people talk about slaves like that is just creepy. They're people too! Clark should never feel that helpless. Never. *hugs Clark*
I'm afraid that some freemen don't consider slaves people. :(
And Clark always needs hugs! :)
And Caldwell!!! He makes me sick to my stomach. You've really created one hell of a villain. I hate the things he says about Clark, Alfie, and Dick. And Dick's been having so many bad encounters with the creep! What with the police station and the fair and his servants *cough*thugs*cough* during the big auction. This makes me worry for our little bird. And to think he's out there protecting these people every night when most would treat him like dirt.
Edmund is a great villain to work with. He's also as nutty as the Joker.
A good point about Dick risking his life to protect the people of Gotham, most of whom would treat him like dirt for sure.
(hopefully there will be a certain red-head coming along willing to help protect the little bird? *hopeful eyes*)
The Redhead does make his appearance in this arc further down the line. :)
Let's hear it for Bruce! He's become quite the sweetheart. Holding Clark when he needs to know that not everyone's like the Caldwells. I'm slightly worried that they're out there in the open.
Well, you are royalty among fic-writers. I eagerly await the next masterpiece.
Thank you! :)
*bows*
-Singer
( had an lj account.... forgot my password :( )
Can they e-mail it to you?
Re: In-freaking-credible
Date: 2009-02-05 07:16 pm (UTC)Praise where praise is due.
Edmund is a great villain to work with. He's also as nutty as the Joker.
I love to hate him. Not as much as I'd love to brain him with a batarang, but still.
A good point about Dick risking his life to protect the people of Gotham, most of whom would treat him like dirt for sure.
And with the way they all seem to consider pleasure slaves, I hope they never find out Dick was being trained as one. Edmund doesn't need any more ammo than he already has.
Can they e-mail it to you?
Probably, but I think I got rid of the e-mail I used for this...
Yet again, Bravo.
-Singer
Re: In-freaking-credible
Date: 2009-02-05 07:31 pm (UTC)Praise where praise is due.
*beams*
Edmund is a great villain to work with. He's also as nutty as the Joker.
I love to hate him. Not as much as I'd love to brain him with a batarang, but still.
LOL! Good use of a batarang. :)
A good point about Dick risking his life to protect the people of Gotham, most of whom would treat him like dirt for sure.
And with the way they all seem to consider pleasure slaves, I hope they never find out Dick was being trained as one. Edmund doesn't need any more ammo than he already has.
That may be one secret well-kept. :)
Yet again, Bravo.
-Singer
Thank you! :)
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Date: 2009-02-05 10:42 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-02-05 06:54 pm (UTC)He's as crazy as the Joker!
I found it interesting how Evangeline kept pushing his buttons about the Prince of Gotham.
She did enjoy that. :)
You just know that one day Caldwell's jealousy of Bruce's position and lust for Clark are going to lead him to something he'll wind up regretting. I just hope Clark doesn't get hurt too badly along the way.
Bingo!
Edmund's hatred has been festering for years.
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Date: 2009-02-05 10:53 am (UTC)Yet, he is right, fate was kind enough to give him Bruce. :)
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Date: 2009-02-05 06:56 pm (UTC)Six of one, half dozen of the other, unfortunately.
Yet, he is right, fate was kind enough to give him Bruce. :)
Very kind! :)
And Destiny always has something up its sleeve! :)
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Date: 2009-02-05 12:16 pm (UTC)Another great chapter, sweets.
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Date: 2009-02-05 07:07 pm (UTC)*pets Clark, too*
Another great chapter, sweets.
Thank you, Lee! :)
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Date: 2009-02-05 12:31 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-02-05 07:10 pm (UTC)Got no problem with that. :)
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Date: 2009-02-05 03:05 pm (UTC)Am really loving this!
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Date: 2009-02-05 07:13 pm (UTC)I think they're safe...this time. :)
Am really loving this!
Thank you! :)
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Date: 2009-02-05 05:00 pm (UTC)Though – not all things in this chapter was happy, reading about Caldwell’s talk with other guests was scary as always. Poor Clark! *hugs Clark tights*
Out on the dance floor, King Arthur and Queen Guinevere swirled in long, flowing cloak and gown. Ollie and Dinah were excellent dancers.
I loved seeing Ollie and Dinah having fun. I’m getting to like this couple more with every time I read about them. :)
And the ending – Bruce comforting Clark – that was amazing!
Wonderful update BradyGirl. Thanks. :)
LS.
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Date: 2009-02-05 07:18 pm (UTC)*grins*
You're very welcome, LS! :)
Though – not all things in this chapter was happy, reading about Caldwell’s talk with other guests was scary as always. Poor Clark! *hugs Clark tights*
Edmund can sure bring you back down to earth, can't he?
Out on the dance floor, King Arthur and Queen Guinevere swirled in long, flowing cloak and gown. Ollie and Dinah were excellent dancers.
I loved seeing Ollie and Dinah having fun. I’m getting to like this couple more with every time I read about them. :)
I enjoy writing them in this 'verse! They are perfect for each other, without all the crap that canon puts on them.
And the ending – Bruce comforting Clark – that was amazing!
Wonderful update BradyGirl. Thanks. :)
LS.
I am forever a sucker for hurt/comfort! :)
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Date: 2009-02-05 06:42 pm (UTC)I do think about a very painful death for Edmund....but no one I can come up with is painful enough for that (insert insult).
But then again, who wants to sink to his level?
What comes around goes around. heh
Oops..I'm not so sure it's wise that Bruce caresses his prize that openly, now I'm even more afraid for Clark then before.
Jovaran costumes......I admit I had to google that since I'm not into World of Warcraft, neat idea.
Wonderful update as always and I can't wait for the next chapter.
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Date: 2009-02-05 07:28 pm (UTC)I do think about a very painful death for Edmund....but no one I can come up with is painful enough for that (insert insult).
But then again, who wants to sink to his level?
What comes around goes around. heh
Very true! And he has much work to do in this series before he's 'retired'. ;)
Oops..I'm not so sure it's wise that Bruce caresses his prize that openly, now I'm even more afraid for Clark then before.
No one sees them. Not this time, anyway. :)
Wonderful update as always and I can't wait for the next chapter.
Thank you! The next chapter may be up pretty soon. :)
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Date: 2009-02-05 07:58 pm (UTC)Cadwell is one of the scariest villains i've seen on a fanfic. What he wants to do to the poor dick!! **afraid and ungry**
Will he die of a slow, painful and shameful death? please?
this man really takes the worst out of me.
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Date: 2009-02-05 11:10 pm (UTC)Cadwell is one of the scariest villains i've seen on a fanfic. What he wants to do to the poor dick!! **afraid and ungry**
Will he die of a slow, painful and shameful death? please?
this man really takes the worst out of me.
Looks like I've created a vivid character! :)
More to come! :)
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Date: 2009-02-07 06:03 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-02-07 07:24 pm (UTC)Yes, I don't think he'd like it much.
Then again, he'd reply by saying he was born free, so slavery is just out of the question for him!
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Date: 2009-02-08 05:06 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-02-09 01:50 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-02-09 02:08 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-02-09 02:25 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-02-08 01:27 am (UTC)Edmund Caldwell should be dragged into the street, whipped, and shot, the bastard... O_o
*hugs Clark*
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Date: 2009-02-08 01:41 am (UTC)Edmund Caldwell should be dragged into the street, whipped, and shot, the bastard... O_o
*hugs Clark*
It wasn't pleasant conversation, was it?
*hugs Clark with you*
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Date: 2011-01-26 11:05 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-01-28 05:44 pm (UTC)He's sort of like the Joker of Masters! *shudders*