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 Posted: Fri Jun 11, 2010 9:28 pm
((Sleep well, man!))
"But betting's what makes it fun!" Max answered, wavering slightly. "Whoa..."
"And here we go," Tyler said with a sigh, standing up with a small groan and walking over to Max. "Come on...I'll get you upstairs."
"So much for plans...I'll stay up and wait for the psychic siblings." Azana waved to the pair, resting her head on her hand, looking across the table at the rest of Max's goblet. "Just what did she put in there...?"
"Didn't know Az made 'em strong like that..." Max said, leaning slightly on Tyler as they made their way upstairs.
"You really need to test things first," he said. "Sol knows what everyone can handle...Az, she just assumes you can keep up." He chuckled lightly, helping her down the hall to her room.
"...Remy's all shy..." She said with a girlish giggle as her door approached.
"I never really thought about it that way," he replied, letting go of Max for a moment to unlock her door. "Alright...there we go! Now, let's get yo--" As he turned back to help her into the room, he found himself surprised by Max giving him the same treatment as she gave Remy, her arms snaking around him. "Um...Max...you're not thinking straight. Let's get you inside..."
"But Ty," she looked up with dazed eyes and flushed cheeks. "I thought ya liked 'em a little young."
Tyler took hold of her shoulders, pulling her away from him and leaving her in the hallway, her door wide open as he made his way for his own room. "Goodnight, Max."
"Ty~...I...I was just playin' with--" The door shut loudly in response, and her jovial mood dropped immediately. "...ya." Suddenly feeling guilty for her actions, she felt tempted to apologize immediately, but she felt herself fading and knew anything she said before morning would be immediately discounted. Shaking her head, she slid into her room, shutting the door quietly.
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Posted: Sat Jun 12, 2010 9:49 am
MacPere cheered to himself as he set up his laptop on the coffee table, ready for the World Cup. In an hour and 10, England would have their first match against those who referred to such sport as 'soccer'. He couldn't wait for their defeat.
With a whistle, he approached the bar and took down a bottle of lager, struggling to open the bottle with a single hand active.
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Posted: Sat Jun 12, 2010 10:01 am
((Even though we are mistaken in calling it thus, Go USA!))
"Need a little help with that...?" Sosol asked, chuckling as he arrived downstairs.
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Posted: Sat Jun 12, 2010 10:06 am
(Pft, England shall crush you with a vengeance unlike any other~)
With a glance up and a charming smile, MacPere nodded in reply. "Ah... Could you? Having an arm incapacitated is somewhat a pain... Should I get you as well?"
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Posted: Sat Jun 12, 2010 10:15 am
((In all honesty, I wouldn't be surprised, considering what I've been reading about both teams. I really wish "soccer" was covered better in the paper...))
"No problem, and I'm fine." Sosol said, walking over and easily popping the cap off the bottle for him. "You've got the laptop out...not working already, are you?"
Skuld walked downstairs with a wide yawn, blinking as she arrived in the main room. "Good mo--Eli!" She exclaimed cheerfully, running across the main room and giving him a hug in greeting.
"Thank you!"
Sosol smiled as Skuld joined them, but was entirely confused by her gratitude until he remembered one of the things they had talked about last night over dinner. "Ah...that's what she meant."
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Posted: Sat Jun 12, 2010 10:24 am
(It's all the papers care about over here~)
"Thanks..." He breathed in with relief, taking up the bottle and giving it a sip. " As for working, no... I have no job anymore. I'm just watching the World Cup through the internet~"
MacPere laughed as Skuld called his name and ran toward him, arm open and sling out of the way, ready. "Morning to you too, sweetheart..." He gave her an affectionate peck to the forehead, beaming at her tone. "Aw, it's entirely my pleasure... It's the least I could do, hm?"
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Posted: Sat Jun 12, 2010 10:35 am
((Chi-town was a bit busy with the whole Stanley Cup thing. ^_^))
"You're just getting spoiled right and left," Sosol chuckled, shaking his head. "Fancy dinner out, now a vacation?"
"Last night was a mission. It doesn't count."
"Whatever helps you sleep at night."
((...and I'm being dragged off for lunch. Be back on in about an hour, I'm guessing. Go USA! razz ))
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Posted: Sat Jun 12, 2010 10:40 am
(Goodbye~ heart Go England!)
"Well, I personally don't mind spoiling such a beautiful young girl... Besides, she deserves it~" He gave her another peck to the forehead before looking to Sosol with curiosity. "But... Mission? What on Earth were you two up to~?"
--
Glancing to the clock, MacPere giggled to himself, taking up his lager and hurrying to the sofa, in front of the laptop. Placing his good hand to his chest as he enthusiastically sung the national anthem, he grinned. Oh, today looked like a good day for winning...
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Posted: Sat Jun 12, 2010 2:05 pm
((Boyfriends make life difficult... *eye roll*))
Skuld was about to explain, but with the game at hand, she and Sosol took a seat at another table, discussing the night before.
Sosol produced a sketchbook and a few pencils, handing them to his younger sister while he began to recount everything he had noticed, checking it against her as she began to draw.
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Posted: Sat Jun 12, 2010 2:09 pm
(*waves it off*)
After all of the shouting, chanting and general reactions of one watching football, MacPere held his head with his good hand, mouth agape in shock.
1 - 1. How on Earth did Green allow that ball in? So many opportunities... Such a stupid mistake to allow that goal... He was not a happy Englishman right now.
(Same could be said for me.)
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Posted: Sat Jun 12, 2010 2:15 pm
((I only got to see the beginning of the game, though I heard how it turned out...))
At the sudden silence, Skuld glanced up from her sketch, looking over to MacPere. "Are...are you okay, Eli?" She asked in concern, noticing him holding his head. Was it a headache, maybe?
Sosol shook his head. "He's fine, Skuld...might need another bottle, though."
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Posted: Sat Jun 12, 2010 2:23 pm
MacPere slowly turned around, eyes narrowed. He gave a low sigh before taking up his empty bottle as he strolled to the bar, dropping it into the recycling box and going to the fridge for another.
"I can't believe we drew with America." He hissed to no-one in particular, struggling with the opener again. "They don't even care for the sport! Bah, terrible play, Capello didn't have a clue of the selection... Such hope, such failure..."
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Posted: Sat Jun 12, 2010 2:28 pm
Sosol popped the top again, this time from the table. "Maybe I'm just not well-versed in it, but a tie is better than losing, isn't it?" He asked, trying to maintain optimism in the face of MacPere's frustration.
Skuld went back to concentrating on her sketch, scribbling lines on the page lightly. Were there fifteen or sixteen beams on that wall?
Tyler arrived downstairs, looking no better than he had the night before. "Any of you have Stacy's number...?" He asked at last, taking a seat at one of the tables. Sure, the heroine was capable, but there was no way, even with Knight business, that she'd stay away this long.
Please, let me be wrong...this is the worst possible timing..
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Posted: Sat Jun 12, 2010 2:34 pm
Grumbling a thank you to Sosol, MacPere shook his head at Tyler, knocking back a long drink of the beverage. "No, and as long as she will be with Knight, never shall. Which reminds me, if you see him, tell me. I'd like to see how he likes being knocked out cold after losing a lot of blood and feeling dazed as the adrenaline leaves your body, which causes your fiance to worry himself to death over your condition for a time too long!"
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Posted: Sat Jun 12, 2010 2:43 pm
"I think everyone's hoping to see him," Sosol said, folding his arms. "After all, unless we want to break it, he's the only one who can unclasp that sealing necklace on Angeles...but he hasn't been here since he put it on in the first place, basically."
"That's almost two weeks..." Skuld said, doing the math in her head by the day Stella had stormed back into the office. "And didn't you say Stacy left with you, Tyler?"
"We split up, hoping to cover more ground. That's how I wound up back here with Max...she shouldn't have been this far behind, even if the Knights called her away." Tyler pulled off his glasses, rubbing his eyes before putting them back on and getting an idea.
"Tekker...the tracing signature. I think I still have the protocols that Crystal typed in when we were keeping an eye on you guys."
Sosol stood from the table. "I'll go wake Azana...she'll want to know about this."
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