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| 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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| 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: Thu Dec 17, 2009 9:42 pm
"The dancing truly is a luxury and I would want such a beautiful thing to be used for special occasions, so I am ok with it my dear"
-he followed her upstairs andi nto his room and locked the door-
((Good night gang))
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Posted: Thu Dec 17, 2009 9:44 pm
She looked around, "interesting? Hardly. There's nothing in here," she folded her arms, "there is nothing I wish to discuss, no. Is there anything on your mind?"
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Posted: Thu Dec 17, 2009 9:47 pm
I am Vincente Valtiere Vincente shrugged. Then a glint hit his eye from where he was standing. He needed to wonder, this was interesting. "You are taken?" He asked lifting her hand. The ring no doubt had a good story behind it. And the person who gave it to her was either, gone, or ran away. spill some blood for me, dear sibling
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Posted: Thu Dec 17, 2009 9:52 pm
Gren walked in, weary. A long day no matter how he sliced it, and he was glad to be wandering back in. He hung his coat, and slumped into his favorite chair by the fire.
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Gren_Eckener Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Dec 17, 2009 10:03 pm
"Yes and no," she said, slipping her hand from Vincente's, "my husband died many years ago," Angeles turned her head as she smelled Gren enter into the inn, "the same morning that I became a vampire."
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Posted: Thu Dec 17, 2009 10:06 pm
I am Vincente Valtiere Vincente laughed a little. "I came in here for no more than those questions." He said. He forgot about his nightshade and left it in the place behind him. "I suppose we will talk later, unless a subject pops up right now." He said heading for the door. As he unlocked it he asked. "Do you always lock this when talking to someone?" spill some blood for me, dear sibling
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Posted: Thu Dec 17, 2009 10:11 pm
Angeles watched Vincente walk towards the door saying that he had no more questions. Then he asked a question and Angeles almost smiled but then looked away, "no, just whenever Erik here."
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Posted: Thu Dec 17, 2009 10:14 pm
After resting his eyes a few minutes, gren mustered the energy to begin hauling himself to bed. He looked to see Angeles, and a sheepish grin crept across his face. "Hi...sorry about the polls; I only found three people to ask..."
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Gren_Eckener Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Dec 17, 2009 10:22 pm
Angeles waled downstairs and looked at Gren as he spoke to her. She then smiled deviously, "yeah, about that," she suddenly appeared before him and spread her arms on the armchair preventing an escape. She continued to smile at him.
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Posted: Thu Dec 17, 2009 10:25 pm
Finding himself pinned and quite tired, he smiled. "I can explain my ruling, if you're wondering about that."
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Gren_Eckener Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Dec 17, 2009 10:31 pm
"Yes please do," she purred revealing her fangs slightly.
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Posted: Thu Dec 17, 2009 10:36 pm
Settling in, he said, "All right. The first person I asked was Zulma, who said that he wasn't too in touch with his feminine side. Then, after she mentioned you'd claimed the point, she said she wanted no part of this. I omitted her self-contradictory vote. I asked Fenyx, who claimed to have no opinion and proceeded to turn into a blue-haired girl. I found Ultima before I hit the hay, who said that he wasn't. So, you lost by one vote, and I didn't poll myself."
Looking up, he asked "Fair enough?"
(I must be getting to bed soon)
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Gren_Eckener Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Dec 17, 2009 10:44 pm
Angeles looked at him as he explained and she removed herself from the seat so that if Gren wanted to leave he could, "well," she said, "fair enough I guess."
Angeles began heading for the door, "lucky for you I have to practice flying some more, otherwise I might find something to do with you,' she opened the door and stopped to smile, "you look tired, you should go get some sleep. I hope you have a nice night."
She then left and closed the door behind her.
((yeah me too, it's been a rough couple nights and I need sleep. Talk to you tomorrow hopefully.))
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Posted: Thu Dec 17, 2009 10:51 pm
"Good night, Angeles. Thanks for not being too sore about it..."
He watched her go, and murmured "Something to do with me...sometimes I wonder about that woman." He'd noticed that the mistletoe was missing, and would replace it tomorrow. But he was indeed tired, and got up, streching. Another night on his own, oh well...best to get some rest here and again.
He made his way to his room, and fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.
(I was out at a movie, and then had to wait my turn for the computer...Should be on at a better time tomorrow, hopefully.)
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Gren_Eckener Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Dec 18, 2009 6:46 am
MacPere sighed as he entered Gren's room almost silently, closing the door just as gently and wincing at the click as it shut.
He crept to the wide bed and sat slowly, gently upon the cool, empty side. He leaned over somewhat, trying to keep from dipping the mattress anymore than necessary, and caught a glimpse of Gren's expression. Peaceful, yet slightly wrinkled, as though guilty about something. No matter, however, he remained asleep.
He slid himself underneath the covers and scooted himself up, against Gren's back, slipping a hand over the saxophonist's hip, to his hand, lacing his fingers between slender ones.
He smiled as he felt a barely-there squeeze and sighed again, happy, whispering a quiet apology before falling to sleep.
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