| 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: Mon Apr 18, 2011 7:01 pm
He smirked.
"You say that as if you taught him how to make it..."
Albee paused for a moment.
"...did you?"
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Posted: Mon Apr 18, 2011 7:04 pm
"No. But I've tasted the evolution of curry." she grinned. "His mother taught him, and she's still alive...my last incarnation was a man in the Ukraine."
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Gren_Eckener Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Apr 18, 2011 7:05 pm
((sorry to powerplay here Az))
As the two women made their way up the stairs Angeles spoke calmly about a machine that could change the dimensions of a room. She could not recall if it was Tyler's or Taylor's, but she was pretty sure it was one of there's, "you can use that," she added finally glancing over her shoulder at Charlotte. As the got to Remy's room Angeles hung back as Max knocked and called inside.
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Posted: Mon Apr 18, 2011 7:07 pm
"Have you? That must've been cool..."
He gulped down some more of his curry.
"And do you remember how you used to cook it?"
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Gren_Eckener Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Apr 18, 2011 7:08 pm
"Don't need to, but thank you!" she replied. "In the Ukraine, there was not curry, but a lot of sour cream. Stroganoff."
Remy glanced up, pausing his game. "Come on in!"
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Posted: Mon Apr 18, 2011 7:12 pm
He rolled his eyes.
"Didn't ask you to cook it, silly, just wanted to know what the differences were."
He finished, licking the bowl.
"It's a good bowl of curry, anyway, I think I'll just enjoy it."
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Gren_Eckener Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Apr 18, 2011 7:16 pm
"Spicing, really...type of meat, age of meat, how the meat's cooked, vegetables...there are as many curries out there as there are ways to iron a shirt."
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Posted: Mon Apr 18, 2011 7:19 pm
"I see."
He put his finished bowl on the table, digging in his pocket as he pulled out a wooden top and string.
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Gren_Eckener Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Apr 18, 2011 7:22 pm
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Posted: Mon Apr 18, 2011 7:23 pm
He hummed to himself as he took the string, winding it around the top by hooking one end around the tip it spun on. He seemed to be in his own world as he did so, a calm grin on his face.
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Gren_Eckener Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Apr 18, 2011 7:28 pm
She nodded, drifting off into her own little dreamland, apparent my the small flickers of light drifting about her head.
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Posted: Mon Apr 18, 2011 7:30 pm
Then all at once, with a flick of his wrist, Albee unleashed the top, seeming to go towards Charlotte's face, but stopping above the table and dropping, whirring as it spun almost quietly on the wood.
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Gren_Eckener Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Apr 18, 2011 7:33 pm
She hadn't flinched, or even opened an eye. Her fingers shifted slightly, lacing into something unseen.
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Posted: Mon Apr 18, 2011 7:37 pm
Not minding her daydream, he placed his hands on either side of the top. Slowly, a blue wisp emanated from his hands. When it hit the top, it seemed to be drawn into it, swirling with the speed, then were unleashed into spirals above them, making interesting crescents and halos of blue, above them.
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Gren_Eckener Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Apr 18, 2011 7:40 pm
From the way her eyes twitched beneath the lids, one could assume she was reading.
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