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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: Fri May 20, 2011 5:04 pm
Enra winced at the very tone of her voice, rubbing his ears after she left and looking to the two of them.
"You know... that does beg the question. If you can see that you're being 'persecuted' or however you see this, 'wrong judgment', 'hate crimes', whatever... Why not just leave? Why be a chicken in a lion pit?"
He folded up the magazine, laying it aside. He meant this sincerely, partially because he didn't want anything to come across the wrong way.
"I'm not saying that anyone else hates you, though everyone's got differing opinions. I'm saying that... I, for one, don't like to see people suffer. So... do you think you could at least try to let Charlotte help you? She's not trying to change you or kill you."
Enra rubbed a temple with a bunching of fingertips, thinking of a way to put this lightly.
"She calls you stupid because she's offering a sure solution and you're turning it down. Because you openly feed off Howard when she offers you another food source that could keep you alive without having to harm anyone."
He stared across with an earnest gaze. He had this feeling in his gut... the feeling of a future departure, although he couldn't tell why. He wasn't about to just leave someone hopeless before he left, wasn't in him to do so. It was his worse trait... seeing people.
"Let... us help you. And if you won't..."
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Posted: Mon May 23, 2011 4:58 pm
It was a few quiet days later, Gren humming to himself as he cleaned glasses behind the bar, an old friendly reel occasionally whistled to himself as he tidied. He felt a certain serenity about the day, and enjoyed it entirely.
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Gren_Eckener Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon May 23, 2011 5:15 pm
The door opened with a slow creak, a man strolling in wearing a white sleeveless coat, showing the light blue of the shirt underneath. His cyan eyes scanned the room, finding a dark haired man behind the bar.
"Excuse me," he said, voice light yet seeming slightly confused. "Am I standing in the Inn of Peace...?"
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Posted: Mon May 23, 2011 5:19 pm
Gren glanced up with his trademark crooked smile. "Yes, that's right...Lookin' for someone, sir?" he asked politely, sensing no danger.
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Gren_Eckener Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon May 23, 2011 5:28 pm
The newcomer tilted his head slightly, blinking at the man for a moment before smiling. "Yes, and no...I know they are here. I simply didn't know where I was. Long, dark hair...blue eyes...you must be Gren."
Sosol walked down the stairs, blinking in surprise at a familiar voice. "...Orrin...?"
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Posted: Mon May 23, 2011 5:32 pm
Gren blinked. "Well-read, fella..." he grinned, amused. "Sounds like you've heard of me."
At Sosol's comment, he glanced to his friend. "You know him? He's a clever one."
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Gren_Eckener Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon May 23, 2011 5:34 pm
Enra stepped downstairs, instantly hit with the smooth vibe of the quiet lobby, smiling lazily as he took a seat on the couch. He waved over to Gren.
"Hey, Gren, Sol. And... Orrin?"
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Posted: Mon May 23, 2011 5:36 pm
Gren blinked. "You know him too?"
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Gren_Eckener Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon May 23, 2011 5:40 pm
"That is my name, yes," Orrin grinned, addressing Gren again. "I have heard of you only in name and description...though I see they do not do you justice."
"There's not a single GMO agent who doesn't know Orrin," Sosol answered Gren, smiling in greeting to him. "He has a shop set up at HQ and runs the perk program...it's been forever!"
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Posted: Mon May 23, 2011 5:45 pm
He blushed mildly and nodded politely. "A pleasure to meet you, charmer...what do you sell?"
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Gren_Eckener Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon May 23, 2011 5:47 pm
Enra shook his head.
"I heard a name and I called it."
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Posted: Mon May 23, 2011 5:51 pm
"I don't," Orrin answered, tilting his head as if the question was odd to him. "Or perhaps I do...I've never liked that word. I prefer to exchange."
"His shop is the most interesting place in the whole building, next to the Treasury," Sosol explained, "and he doesn't even work for us, technically..."
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Posted: Mon May 23, 2011 5:54 pm
"Interesting."
Exchange... Now why did that sound familiar...?
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Posted: Mon May 23, 2011 5:57 pm
"I see..." he smiled. "Then what do you stock?" The mincing of words didn't bother him much/ Something about Orrin was utterly mellowing. He resisted a relaxed yawn. "Can I get you anything to drink, Orrin?"
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Gren_Eckener Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon May 23, 2011 6:03 pm
"I'm not quite sure...the stock tends to shift about. It surprises me on a regular basis." Orrin gave a spacey smile at the thought. "A drink would be lovely...I'm really not picky. Just...no chamomile. It always sends me to sleep."
"I've never seen you out of HQ...what brings you to the Inn...?" Sosol asked, honestly curious.
I'd recommend something caffeinated, Gren.
"There are some agents within these walls who never visit...and you have quite the store credit, Sol."
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