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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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| I don't know yet... |
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 Posted: Sun Feb 07, 2010 3:21 pm
Finally finding himself a toothpick, he stuck it into the cake and brought it back out, observing and sounding completely unsure. "... If it's clean, it's cooked... right?"
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Posted: Sun Feb 07, 2010 3:29 pm
Remy thought for a moment, running through a mental list of axioms to try and remember. "Um, um...I think so?"
Gren paused outside the door, listening to the exchange. With a smile, he stayed out of sight. He really was trying...and that apron...
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Gren_Eckener Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Feb 07, 2010 3:33 pm
"Gah..." He skewered the other cakes as a precaution and noted that they all came out clean (other than the honey) and assumed it meat they were done. "Why am I even bothering with this..." He grumbled to himself, placing the cakes on a rack to cool and placing the tray on the side, lifting a hand to rub over his eyes, underneath his glasses.
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Posted: Sun Feb 07, 2010 3:38 pm
"Uh..." Remy said, watching the frustration. "Because...you want to try something new? Or maybe...just make something?"
Watching still, Gren nodded at the toothpick and the set to cool, but furrowed a borw at the eyerub. It must've been hard...
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Gren_Eckener Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Feb 07, 2010 3:42 pm
"Maybe... Believe it or not, I was planning on cooking for Gren this Valentine's..." He laughed to himself, bracing an arm against the counter and moving the rubbing hand up, to his temples. "Ah, I'll just hire that chef... Poisoning on that day likely won't make the best impression..."
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Posted: Sun Feb 07, 2010 3:51 pm
"A chef? Mm...well, if he ate one of the nasty ones for you, he'd probably eat whatever you made him, poison or no. I think he's that kind of guy, if he's inviting in weird vampires he meets in the streets." Sitting on the counter, swaying his legs contentedly, Remy continued. "Unless...how bad were they?"
'Cook? For me?' Gren widened his eyes, blushing. If he wasn't getting pancakes, he'd never survive, but what a gesture!
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Posted: Sun Feb 07, 2010 3:58 pm
"Compressed-food-waste bad. I mean the worst of the worst. Gren's just... an angel." MacPere pointed to his tail with a laugh. "Makes me wonder why he'd want me~"
With a sigh, He hung the oven gloves back up and patted Remy's shoulder with a sad smile as he passed, walking to exit the kitchen. "You wouldn't believe what time I awoke to make the cakes... I'm in desperate need of a nap. I'll talk to you when I get up again, dear. ...If I get up again, that is. Have a nice afternoon~" Rubbing over his eyes again, he pushed the door open and left the kitchen.
(Penultimate post for me...)
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Posted: Sun Feb 07, 2010 4:08 pm
"Whoa! A tail!" Forgetting the subject at hand halfway, he mumbled "He's...that nice a guy?" as he watche MacPere walk out of the kitchen. 'Did, did he have that the whole time?!' he wondered, surprised at himself.
Hearing MacPere's approach, Gren quickly stole back to the stage, and pretended to have been leafing through music sheets. Looking up, he smiled, cheeks still flush from the angel comment. "Eli! Giving baking another try?"
( ^_^ Sleep well, dear! heart )
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Posted: Sun Feb 07, 2010 4:12 pm
"Mm... I feel it was for nought though... I'll be in bed if you need me sweetheart..." He yawned, walking up the stairs in shuffles, not comprehending much over his tiredness and tripping on a stair, landing with a thud before calling 'I'm okay' and proceeding to his room for some shuteye.
(I hope I shall~ More pictures! heart )
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Posted: Sun Feb 07, 2010 4:20 pm
"Sleep well, darlin'." he said with a smile, watching him walk off, wincing at the thud, chuckling at the call. He eagerly got up and went to the kitchen after a cake, curiousity trumping common sense.
Finding Remy lost in thought on a countertop, he smiled. "They any good, you think?"
'They smell okay...can't tell you for taste, though..."
"Only one way to find out..." he murmured, eyeing a cake.
(Yes, yes...you'll have them, I promise. rolleyes And it's time for me to actually eat dinner. Back later, though!)
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Gren_Eckener Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Feb 07, 2010 9:12 pm
Angeles read over Azana's letter again. She set down the paper and looked into the fire. She guessed that Darth and Glenda had gone with her. She felt a little better with the thought they were with her.
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Posted: Sun Feb 07, 2010 9:14 pm
"Whatcha readin'?" asked Remy, appearing from the upstairs, descending the staircase.
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Posted: Sun Feb 07, 2010 9:22 pm
Vincente stood at the door, he was expecting his pet by now. A man dressed in black came, but didn't have Shadowmere like he thought. "Uh, I'm afraid Shadowmere has, well, died, he's had children though so you are free to take them. Vincente was confused, Shadowmere was a hardy horse, how could he die. "Fine, how many?" The man didn't look in his eyes. "Er two, one is of the exact same blood." Vincente cut him off. "Ok, give me that one." The man smiled. "Well, you see, I've already brought him, you can ride him later, he's not as strong as his father though." He left on that, Vincente was sure that it would collapse under his weight. "So Angeles, did you settle things with this Lucifer?"
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Posted: Sun Feb 07, 2010 9:32 pm
"A letter," said Angeles turning to Vincent and answered, "no."
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Posted: Sun Feb 07, 2010 9:39 pm
"O-okay..." he mumbled, noting her somewhat dangerous tone and slinking back off to the upstairs.
(Conveniently, it's time for me to sleep. Night everyone! biggrin )
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