| What are you looking for at the Inn of Peace? |
| Peace (dah) |
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7% |
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| Love <3 |
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11% |
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| Friends and Friends *hugs* |
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25% |
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| Chaos and destruction *evil grin* |
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14% |
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| Nothing *snores* |
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| Gold XD |
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3% |
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| I don't know yet... |
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 Posted: Wed Jun 06, 2012 8:13 pm
Tamirel would lace her jeweled fingers and lips move silently over the meal for a long few minutes, wiping her eyes once done praying, she'd smile at him. Then she would take up her fork and expertly pierce a piece of chicken, "I'll have to stock as much honey as I can then."
She would twirl the well done chicken on her fork and hummed, "Do all pixies like sugary things?"
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Posted: Wed Jun 06, 2012 8:21 pm
"Well, who doesn't really?"
Bure took note of her small prayer, curious about all of these different customs he'd seen for everyone before eating. When she wiped her eyes, he sighed through his nose and started popping some chicken and such into his mouth, chewing carefully.
"But honey has a sort of sedative quality to it, so it works a little better than most sweets. Mm, the chicken's really tender, this really is good, Tam."
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Posted: Wed Jun 06, 2012 8:37 pm
Tamriel shrugged, taking a delicate bite of the chicken on her fork and chewing slowly before swallowing and taking a sip of water, "I like sour things more than sweet things...caramel is my favorite because it lasts for so long."
She smiled at his compliment, "I'm happy you like it. It's my second favorite dish." Taking a second bite, repeating her initial actions, "I told you about me. Tell me about you."
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Posted: Wed Jun 06, 2012 8:39 pm
"About me?"
He pondered through what to say, pushing his food about a bit and speared a carrot and another piece of chicken up.
"Let's see... what would you like to know?"
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Posted: Wed Jun 06, 2012 8:43 pm
Tamriel finally finished the first strip of chicken, she'd spear a carrot, "Tell me about you. Anything at all." She wasn't sure what to ask. Most people came with files or someone who knew enough about them or an informant on them so she wouldn't have it. Small talk was not something she was very good at.
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Posted: Wed Jun 06, 2012 8:56 pm
"Um..."
Bure sat back in his seat, swallowing.
"Well, uh... I'm sort of on a mission, though it's open-ended on whether or not I need to come back."
He reached back behind his ear, brushing fingers across his wings to make a modicum of dust fall off.
"This stuff... it's not very permanent."
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Posted: Wed Jun 06, 2012 9:01 pm
Tamriel's plate contents would very slowly disappear, "The dust?"
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Posted: Wed Jun 06, 2012 9:14 pm
"Mhm."
He gathered the dust, letting it fall. Before it could completely fall away, he pinched his fingers, and it solidified into a small starry slip of cloth.
"It can be used to do things like this, albeit small. I was sent to see if there's any way of increasing the amount we can make and if there's a way to make it last."
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Posted: Wed Jun 06, 2012 9:21 pm
Tamriel looked over the cloth without touching it, "Wouldn't that require you to sit with a series of subjects and run tests?" Her half finished plate was now abandoned for the water, she sipped contently at it.
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Posted: Wed Jun 06, 2012 9:37 pm
"Alas, I am no scientist."
The small cloth fell apart into the dust it was made of, falling away into untraceable specks.
"I'll see what happens though, never know when someone'll come around with expertise on the matter."
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Posted: Wed Jun 06, 2012 9:43 pm
Tilting her head to the side, "So your race doesn't know how to maintain what you can produce with your own dust? Aren't pixies-," she bit her lip thinking, "a very hefty population?"
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Posted: Wed Jun 06, 2012 9:46 pm
"Of course. However, each person's dust is specific to him or her, like blood, but far less compatible when it goes from person to person."
He brought out a little more dust, shaping it into a small rocking horse in his palm.
"The dust can only be formed by the producer, as well as manipulated. Thus the reason for the research still stands."
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Posted: Wed Jun 06, 2012 9:51 pm
"So no two pixies have the same kind of dust...what if they work together on a particular project?"
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Posted: Wed Jun 06, 2012 9:58 pm
"Then we work individually, but together. We work around each other, but beside."
He finished up his plate, licking his lips.
"We're intuitive as far as being next to each other, since we're all family where we come from at least... But that's just my hive, I suppose."
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Posted: Wed Jun 06, 2012 10:03 pm
She's rest her chin against her palm, "You have a hive lifestyle? A queen and the like? Like bees?"
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