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(Page 2 of 3) Hell's only Daughters by Tari Xalyr
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Daddy sent me here to find out what you were doing.
JAYSA: Tell father nothing or else you loose your tongue.
**CHANGE**
SCENE 5:
(Arthur is talking to Gwayne.)
ARTHUR: Gwayne. Come in. no need for that. Come. Come see how mighty Camelot has become.
(Freeze)
RISIKA: Gwayne you need to tell him. I know. You know. And now Arthur needs to know.
ARTHUR: What have you to report? The queen? What about the queen?
(Freeze)
RISIKA: Go on. Tell him.
ARTHUR: She's gone. Gone where? With whom? Lancelot. You're lying. You're LYING! Get out! Get out!
RISIKA: You might want to leave before your friend does something he will regret. Bye, Bye.
(Gwayne leaves. Arthur collapses on the floor.)
RISIKA: Geesh never seen a mortal move so fast!
(Arthur collapses on the floor.)
ARTHUR: My queen. My love.
**CHANGE**
SCENE 6
JAYSA: Arthur.
RISIKA: Jaysa. That is disgusting! Despicable. Oh hells fire! Don't tell me you're getting a heart.
JAYSA: We're going home.
RISIKA: But Jay! This is not.. . . .
*click*
RISIKA: Fair. Why do you always do that?
JAYSA: Because I can,
RISIKA: So how long are we going to be here?
JAYSA: As long as I say.
RISIKA: How long will that be?
JAYSA: As long as I say.
RISIKA: Can you at least elaborate for me?
JAYSA: Until Mordrid grows up.
RISIKA: Do you know how long that is? I cant wait here for half an hour!
JAYSA: I'm sure you'll live.
RISIKA: Yeh live. . ..if I wasn't already dead. *pause* Well since I'm stuck here with you can we at least go and
JAYSA: No.
RISIKA: Okay what if
JAYSA: No.
*Risika breathes in loudly.*
JAYSA: No. While you are sitting here doing nothing. I am going to sharpen my blades.
*mimic*
JAYSA: I can see you, you know.
RISIKA: Shit. *shadow thingy* (incantation) wings of darkness
JAYSA: What? Mordrid *leaves*
RISIKA: Jay? Wait for. . .*leaves* me. Why do you always do that.
JAYSA: Shut up.
**CHANGE**
SCENE 7
ARTHUR: What do u want Mordrid?
MORDRID: When will u be naming me your heir?
ARTHUR: I shall not be naming you my heir.
MORDRID: What? Who then?
ARTHUR: I shall be naming Gwayne.
MORDRID: You would name your friend over your own son? Why?
ARTHUR: Because he has honour
MORDRID: And I do not?
ARTHUR: You know the answer to that.
**CHANGE**
SCENE 8
JAYSA: What have you done?
RISIKA: Nothing
JAYSA: Really then, maybe I should show you.
RISIKA: What? Hang on Jay. . .*click* . . . . Look at him he's old. He's weak, out lived his purpose. He should be naming you his heir. He would name Gwayne instead. Gwayne's just as old and has not a drop of royal blood in his veins. He will be gone before next harvest is over.. . *click*
JAYSA: Nothing really?
RISIKA: What did I just do? . . .correction what did you just make me do?
JAYSA: Shall we continue, then?
RISIKA: Continue? . . .. *click* King. You don't even know the meaning of the word. You haven't the strength anymore. You can't even hold onto your own son, your wife, your friends, nothing.
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