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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: Mon Dec 07, 2009 5:24 pm
Zulma smiled at Erik. He seemed preoccupied by something, or maybe he was just tired. She stood up. "Try to drink a lot and have some rest." she advised him before going back to the main room.
Once in upstairs Zulma washed her hands and forearms very carefully and then prepared herself a cup of tea.
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Posted: Mon Dec 07, 2009 5:28 pm
Legend was running towards the explosion when he soon realized,he might would need help.But he knew no one who would like Key and decided to keep running.
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Posted: Mon Dec 07, 2009 5:33 pm
A light layer of snow had fallen on Angeles, covering her with no worry of being melted. Her eyes were closed and the flakes were sticking to the long white eyelashes. She was not asleep, she was thinking, very seldom did vampires actually sleep. If someone were able to catch one asleep, they would say that, rather than peaceful, a vampire looked disturbed, as if having a nightmare.
It was due to their soul being in torment, bound to the earth in the shell of a body once belonging to them. It was this reason that a vampire finally looks at peace once it is stabbed through the heart.
No, but Angeles was thinking, so she had more of a thoughtful appearance. She would need to ask Zulma to borrow Baldur and the necklace in order to speak to him. Then there was also a chance that Zulma would not accept the gift. She would have to be careful about it. She would need an excuse, a backstory for why Bladur was suddenly gone.
She could say that he was needed back home, for when summons were 'put into the book,' they were not literally put on the blank pages of an old tome, only their appearances, they were physically sent to wherever it was they were summoned from. December most likely came from somewhere similar to the mountain range the inn was in, while Durga probably came from the south, from a tropical forest. She could say that Bladur was needed back in his forest and that he would return when he could. that would be an appropriate excuse, one that Zulma would probably accept and understand.
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Posted: Mon Dec 07, 2009 5:39 pm
Zulma took her cup of tea and headed for her favorite spot by the fire. She added some more wood and felt the effect of the heat on her body. She shivered. She felt lonely and was grateful to have Baldur by her side.
The woman sat on the carpet in front of the fire and the panther laid next to her. She scratched his fur and whispered to him. "I am grateful for Angeles to have summoned you and grateful that you accepted me." she wrapped her arms around the wide neck. Baldur purred, rubbing his face against the woman who chuckled.
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Posted: Mon Dec 07, 2009 5:53 pm
Angeles opened her eyes and stood up, December and Durga remained still, asleep, she spread her arms and looked down at herself and groaned slightly, "I look like one of those pixie vampires," she said quietly before shaking herself off and heading back to the inn. She had a plan, now she just needed a when to implement it. She would have to wait for the opportune moment.
"Is the blood gone?" she asked as she opened the door and looked inside. Zulma was cuddling with Bladur, it was definitely not the opportune moment.
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Posted: Mon Dec 07, 2009 6:00 pm
Zulma stood up as she heard Angeles. "Yes, come in. I did some clean up, it should be fine."
She was waving at the vampire.
"Do you want a glass of nectar or a candy?" she offered, Baldur did not move from the fireplace, he just stretched and yawned happily.
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Posted: Mon Dec 07, 2009 6:09 pm
Knightsoul was in his room, decorating his tree and humming "Jingle Bells" when his stomach started grumbling. It suddenly occurred to him that he hadn't eaten in several hours, possibly several days. "Just because it's the holidays is no reason to deny myself nourishment." Suddenly, he had an idea. He dashed out of his room and charged down the stairs into the main area and shouted to all assembled "I'm gonna make Christmas cookies!!!"
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Posted: Mon Dec 07, 2009 6:09 pm
"Some nectar please," she said shutting the door behind her. She looked around. She could still smell the blood, but it had a 'cleaned' smell with water and soap. She would be able to stand it for a while, especially if she had something to drink.
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Posted: Mon Dec 07, 2009 6:11 pm
Zulma burst laughing at Knighsoul's announcement. "That sounds awesome! Anything you need is in the kitchen." she told the man with a smile.
She walked to the counter and prepared a glass of nectar for her friend. "Here Angeles." she smiled leaning against the counter.
"So how are you doing?" she asked gently.
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Posted: Mon Dec 07, 2009 6:21 pm
"I'm doing well," she said, taking a drink of the nectar, "how about you? Oh, by the way, I would appreciate if you didn't tell Erik and Ultima that I had helped them down to the medical room. Er... tell them that i attacked them and tried to drink their blood and that you had to beat me away with a stick."
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Posted: Mon Dec 07, 2009 6:24 pm
His ear to ear grin got even wider (if that's possible) as he burst into the kitchen. He tore through the cabinets, ransacked the pantry and almost tore both the oven and refrigerator doors off their respective hinges as he undertook the process of holiday baking. "Some milk here, an egg or two there, a bit of butter and a pinch of everything else" he said, looking much like a mad scientist concocting a new brew. Finally, he reached into his pack and pulled out his secret ingredient. Something he called...
((LEGAL DISCLAIMER: The following has been edited to prevent copyright infringement.))
And then he slid them into the oven and sat back to wait. They would be ready soon enough, but not quite soon enough for our hungry hero.
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Posted: Mon Dec 07, 2009 6:25 pm
Zulma heard lots of noise in the kitchen.
"Don't break anything." she called out to Knightsoul across the kitchen door. But the sound quieted down to her relief.
She pinched her lips to laugh quietly at Angeles's request.
"Why do you want me to do that?" her eyes tried to read the vampire's face but could not find anything.
"Are you scared that they might find out that you actually are a nice person?" she joked and took a sip of her tea, paying attention not to burn herself.
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Posted: Mon Dec 07, 2009 6:32 pm
"Well," said Angeles leaning against the counter with her arms folded against it, "I'm still going to have them leave and I don't need them dwelling on the one act of kindness I delt to them," her face fell into seriousness as she added, "assassins make deadly enemies of all sorts of people Zulma. Ultima had been taken from within the inn by another assassin of his own clan. There is a great possibility that they will try to do so again."
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Posted: Mon Dec 07, 2009 6:34 pm
He decided to pass the time by grabbing a broom and cleaning up after himself. Not only because it was common courtesy and because it was the proper thing to do, but also because if he left the kitchen in its present state Zulma would either kill him or make him wish she had. He began sweeping up flour and sugar while whistling a festive tune to himself.
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