Separate names with a comma.
Chris: *feels eyes on him* is it silver?
Chris: on me? Why? It wouldn't make a difference. No matter how you hit me it won't hurt, it'll be like hitting air. There's no difference.
Chris: no. I can't. I'm a demon. I love hate. *eyes soften* and silver...
Chris: do you think I should talk to her?
Luke: and, up the steers we go
Chris: *drops scythe, and it vanishes* well *slumps back onto tree* she is just...
Luke: and, here we go! *trits towards castle*
Chris: *glares* well? And it's not my fault I still have some heart. If it were up to me I wouldn't be in love, but how can you fight some foe...
Chris: *leads pudgems to stable* alrighty pudgems. I'll sleep up above you again.
Chris: *feels a thud on his face* you missed*applys pressure to the scythe, than slackens* do you really think I'm... Pretty? And if you do......
Luke: up on my back you go!
Chris: *reaches out and scythe appears, holds it to her neck* none of your bloody business.
Chris: no, I should go to the stable, see to my love wounds.
Chris: *scrambles up the tree, blood pumping* did she see me?
Chris: *spots silver* oh no. Ove got to get away from her...
Luke: ok ari, let's go play tea party
Chris: now... What a temper for a 14 yr old. Hmm. *mounts his horse* I realy need to ride.
Chris: now, finally! They're out of the tree! *throws scythe up and it vanishes* now... *works his way up the tree* this... Is... Horrible. How...
Chris: oh look, sal, she left her shoozies *to himself*
Chris: *spots sal and alida. Snickers* why look! It's too crummy little angels! *heads of somewhere else*