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| What are you looking for at the Inn of Peace? |
| Peace (dah) |
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| Love <3 |
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| Friends and Friends *hugs* |
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| Chaos and destruction *evil grin* |
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| Nothing *snores* |
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| Gold XD |
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| I don't know yet... |
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 Posted: Sat Jan 01, 2011 10:30 pm
(Rest up, dear it's been a good night, no? And yes... it's great to be back. *relaxed sigh*)
Albee let out a contented breath, suddenly hefting her into his arms and floating up the stairs.
"You know... I don't tell you enough how amazing you are~"
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Posted: Sat Jan 01, 2011 10:33 pm
Relaxing in the lift, she smiled gently. "I haven't noticed...I'm too busy thinking of how cool you are."
(Thank you...sleep well!)
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Gren_Eckener Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Jan 01, 2011 11:00 pm
Albee floated over to her room, setting her down gently under her covers and tucking her in, kissing her forehead and looking down at her with an endearing gaze.
"And all my cool points are yours, القوانين."
The genie blinked, holding his mouth. Did he just...?
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Posted: Sun Jan 02, 2011 8:44 am
Angeles had enjoyed watching the girl and the genie with their antics. She moved back to her seat and sat quietly through the night.
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Posted: Sun Jan 02, 2011 8:49 am
Howard's mouth stretched wide as he scratched his bare chest, stepping down the stairs to find a woman he hadn't seen before.
"Erm... Hello?"
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Posted: Sun Jan 02, 2011 8:53 am
"Hello," she purred with a smile. Her fingers were tracing the carving she had made in the wood so many months ago.
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Posted: Sun Jan 02, 2011 9:11 am
Howard gulped.
"Ehm... Do you need anything...?"
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Posted: Sun Jan 02, 2011 9:12 am
"Come now, Stella...do you really want to leave so soon?" Terry asked, sitting at her desk while she packed carefully.
"I know I'm on better terms with Gren now...but I've spent a whole month away from the office, away from the house," Stella explained, actually folding everything by hand. "Besides, there's already a huge GMO presence here...I'm not needed."
"Yet you get called in extremely often to deal with magical issues above your cousin's head." He folded his arms, standing and walking over before closing the suitcase. "Look, I'm not trying to stop you, but that house is not a good place for you. I've heard you talk about it, and about the only positive adjective you use is 'spacious', which isn't exactly a good thing if you're living there alone."
"What? Are you going to ask to live with me now?" Stella retorted, leaving the suitcase for now and returning to the closet. "Whether I like it or not, it is my house, just as the GMO is my organization. I can't just abandon it."
"Howard! It's been a while!" Sosol greeted as he came downstairs, a little later than usual after the New Year festivities.
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Posted: Sun Jan 02, 2011 9:20 am
Howard spoke loudly and bluntly, hoping o make the impression that he wanted his mind read.
"SOSOL. HELLO."
Who is this woman?!
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Posted: Sun Jan 02, 2011 9:25 am
Angeles smiled, "no, I'm fine thank you," any further conversation was halted by the appearance of Sosol and the man greeting him to the morning.
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Posted: Sun Jan 02, 2011 9:35 am
Sosol blinked, a little taken back by the loud greeting, though the thought that accompanied it made things a little clearer. He grinned, offering a nod to Angeles.
I hadn't realized, but you arrived after her departure...might I introduce you to Ms. Angeles Valentine? He thought back, walking past him toward the kitchen. And for future reference...no need to be so loud. Direct it at me, and I should be able to pick it up.
"Look me in the eye and tell me you'd rather be in that 'mausoleum' than here," Terry said, very clear that he was serious about this. "I understand you can't stop going to the office, but give yourself something enjoyable."
Stella looked to him, opening her mouth but finding herself unable to speak those simple words. With a sigh, she flopped onto the bed. "Okay. I hate it there...but what am I supposed to do with the place? Sell it off? Let it collect dust?"
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Posted: Sun Jan 02, 2011 10:07 am
Angeles gave a small wave in response to Sosol's nod.
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Posted: Sun Jan 02, 2011 10:08 am
Shalmii picked up her hammer, healer's robes, and Cure materia. "I'm going to see what became of Eisiol's so-called attack on the Gambino Senate. I'll be back later." She walked out.
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Posted: Sun Jan 02, 2011 10:29 am
"His att--not my business," Sosol said quickly, rather thankful for the warm mug of tea in his hands. He definitely missed something...but he knew better than to get too curious.
"...rent it out," Terry said at last, the proverbial lightbulb above his head. "You had talked about it before, right? Use it as housing for some of the newer GMO recruits. There's plenty of room, and they won't be freaked out by any occult stuff you've got set up in there."
"I guess...but I'll have to move a lot of things out of there, like most of Charles' old stuff," Stella sighed. She liked the idea, don't get her wrong, but there was a lot of logistics standing in the way. "I'll probably have to do an estate sale of most of it...then there's the matter of where to store my things, if I'm not going to live there anymore..."
"If this is how your mind works, no wonder you're depressed," Terry quipped, taking a hand and grinning at her. "The hows will work themselves out. You've got an amazing team on your hands. Just focus on the light at the end of the tunnel; you never have to go back there again unless you truly want to."
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Posted: Sun Jan 02, 2011 11:47 am
Whistling a jovial tune as he entered the inn, newspaper under arm, MacPere smiled. To stroll with a normal view, to walk on two legs, to be able to copulate without restriction--! He was all too grateful to be human. With a sing-song hello, he shrugged his coat off, onto a chair, placed his newspaper down and, smoothing down the front of his waistcoat, took a seat before the grand piano. He couldn't tell how long it had been since his fingers had slid across the milk-coloured keys, but he was certain that he missed it. A deep breath, a wrong note and he was off, ignoring the mistakes as a path to correctness.
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