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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 Nov 13, 2009 10:04 am
Zulma blinked. "They had nothing else on..." she added as if it was not clear enough. "I would see their faces looking at me, smiling." she stopped trying to forget and remember at the same time. "It was strange...I..." she shook her head and drank some more tea, finishing her cup she stared at it. She needed more.
((sorry for the delay...))
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Posted: Fri Nov 13, 2009 10:19 am
Kit yawned, awakening from her spot curled up on top of the arm chair of the couch. Not yet opening her eyes, she stretched and turned over ad about, wanting to return to the first peaceful sleep she'd gotten in quite a few days. Freezing in place, with one back leg cocked up in the air and a front paw splaying out to the side, she heard whispers of what seemed an important- and private- conversation.
Murring quietly, she stands slowly and hops off of the arm of the couch, easing into her human form with a quiet, "I shan't disturb what seems to be such an important discussion." Saying this, the chimera slips through the door to the bathroom.
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Posted: Fri Nov 13, 2009 10:20 am
Angeles nodded as Zulma continued and tried to sort the words and meanings in her own head. her eyes opened as Zulma stood to go to the kitchen and Angeles took the chance to finish off that glass of blood and pour another. So far the dream did not seem too distressing other than the fact that there had been three half-naked men in it. Angeles hummed in thought and carefully set the bottle of blood down on the table, making only a small noise, and waited for Zulma to return.
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Posted: Fri Nov 13, 2009 10:25 am
Zulma sat back and looked at Angeles trying to remember where she stopped. "Then they disappeared..." in the daylight her dream seemed so pathetic. "All was dark and I was against a wall...then it came...a man...who was...a mix of the three of them..." she sighed. So pitiful.
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Gren_Eckener Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Nov 13, 2009 10:27 am
"is that so..." Gren pondered. He heard a door open and close down the hall, quiet as could be. He himself hated eavesdropping, but his curiosity had the better of him.
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Posted: Fri Nov 13, 2009 10:30 am
Angeles nodded and opened her eyes as it began to come to the reason the dream had disturbed Zulma so much. She said nothing yet though, waiting for the account to end. Ignoring the noises of the other occupants.
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Posted: Fri Nov 13, 2009 10:36 am
"I..I could recognize those eyes...one who Karasu and the other one was Gren....staring at me...titling its head to the side, slowly...so slowly...and this hand, MacPere's....my face..." Zulma's voice had been decreasing into a bare whisper. She did not want to remember, did not want to explain, to tell, but Angeles's powers seemed stronger that the innkeeper's will. "...then can the voice..." she tried to drink to quench her thirst, she was shivering and her throat was dry.
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Posted: Fri Nov 13, 2009 10:37 am
MacPere washed up his plate and paced the kitchen's length, curious about the space as he had only been in there briefly on a couple of occasions. It was of a moderate size and nice-looking, but he couldn't stay in there forever.
He sighed and cursed quietly, taking up his refilled tea and entering the main room again, taking his seat and concentrating on a newspaper.
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Posted: Fri Nov 13, 2009 10:44 am
Angeles nodded, realizing that the account was coming to the end, even though Zulma was becoming distraught. Angeles would release her once it was over.
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Posted: Fri Nov 13, 2009 10:48 am
"It kept repeated 'mine'...over and over...." Zulma was making a point not to let her emotion overflow but she wanted to cry, to scream, to run away and hide. She did not want to be there, sitting at this table, speaking to the vampire and telling her that awful nightmare. She did not want to hear this voice...never again.
She somehow took consciousness of the eyes with which the vampire was staring at her. She wanted so much to stay quiet and yet she was speaking, something was wrong. She looked at Angeles without kindness. "Stop that." she said sharply with a cold tone.
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Posted: Fri Nov 13, 2009 10:53 am
Angeles closed her eyes and stopped the hypnotism, releasing Zulma from her control. She downed the glass of blood and stood from the table, "i thnk you Zulma, I will think upon the meaning of your dream to hopefully put you at ease. but right now I must leave. I'll return."
Angeles bowed to Zulma slightly before walking out the door and vanishing.
((gotta go to work, be back in a few hours))
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Posted: Fri Nov 13, 2009 10:56 am
Zulma stared at the vampire who left the room. She was stunned. She had spoken to her, despite her own will and now she was leaving to 'think about it'. Zulma shivered and tears silently rolled on her cheeks. She felt worse now that she had spoken to Angeles than even when she had awoken from her nightmare. She felt her heart filled with darkness. She stared at her tea but did not drink. How does she dare playing with my mind...? she clenched her fists but stayed on her chair.
((Good luck with work))
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Posted: Fri Nov 13, 2009 10:58 am
MacPere lifted his eyes from the newsprint with concern, looking over the room at Zulma. He wanted to console her upon the matter but... The dream's contents. 'Mine'? What exactly was it to mean?
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Posted: Fri Nov 13, 2009 11:11 am
Zulma tried to pull herself together and grabbing her cup, she stood up. She did not look at anyone in the room. She did not care if they heard or not, or did she? She put her cup on the counter and headed for her room.
Having slept downstairs she had not even taken a shower. She undressed herself and stepped in the shower. She let herself to tears under the water flow. "Please stop..." she whispered resting her forehead against the wall.
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Gren_Eckener Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Nov 13, 2009 11:13 am
Deciding that now would be a reasonable time to make an appearance, Gren walked downstairs with nonchalance and looked surprised at the dour setting of the room.
"Can I play you anything, MacPere..?"
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