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 Posted: Tue Sep 12, 2006 10:36 pm
:::Cora couldn't gague how Luana felt about all this:::
He's your best friend? :::She wanted to start asking Luana how she felt about Andy coming to a place where he stood to face another battle, between the Seraphim and the them, in his condition... but his condition sparked a different line of argument:::
And... your father did that to him?
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Posted: Tue Sep 12, 2006 10:40 pm
"Yeah," she answered softly. "He certainly did..."
Luana faded away as she finished.
**Exit Luana**
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Posted: Tue Sep 12, 2006 10:43 pm
:::She made something that sounded like an exasperated grunt and turned quickly to the bar pacing loudly:::
:::Cora hated when the Brink did that... but she bit her lip and tried to think. What did this sort of thing mean? The Brink obviously wasn't picking people at random...
But her thoughts got too large for her, and after a short while she tired of them. After snatching up some white, and a glass to sip it from she took it all back to her room:::
*Exit Cora*
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Posted: Thu Sep 14, 2006 4:04 pm
**Enter Maggie**
*Maggie flickers in, hair pinned back, sleeves rolled up, apron on, leaning forward* Careful now, Will, wait 'til they've ... *she looks up as her son, and the entire kitchen, vanish* ... cooled.
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WhimsicalCow Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Sep 14, 2006 4:21 pm
**Enter Bard**
*Bard fades into the Brink scribbling furiously on a legal pad*
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Posted: Thu Sep 14, 2006 4:26 pm
*Maggie smiles as she looks over to see Bard appear. He doesn't seem to even notice the transition. She takes a few steps toward him before speaking softly, not wanting to jar him* Bard ...
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WhimsicalCow Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Sep 14, 2006 4:31 pm
*But Bard is so focused on his writing that not even Maggie's gentle voice registers*
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Posted: Thu Sep 14, 2006 4:35 pm
*Maggie shakes her head and smiles at him fondly. He always gets absorbed in what he's doing. She almost feels bad for trying to interrupt him, but still ... she gets to see him so rarely. She reaches out to touch his shoulder lightly*
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WhimsicalCow Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Sep 14, 2006 4:45 pm
*Bard looks up, half-startled, when Maggie places a hand on his shoulder. Quickly, however, his look of incomprehension fades into a soft smile. He stands up, setting his pen and paper aside, and wraps his arms around Maggie*
Fancy meeting you here...
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Posted: Thu Sep 14, 2006 5:01 pm
I'm sorry te have disturbed yer writing *Maggie slides her arms around him to return the embrace, tilting her face up toward him* I am so glad te see ye though.
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Posted: Thu Sep 14, 2006 5:07 pm
It's quite all right. I needed the break anyway. *Bard gives her a gentle kiss, just the barest brushing of lips on lips*
I could do with a cup of tea. Would you like some?
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Posted: Thu Sep 14, 2006 5:14 pm
*Maggie flushes slightly as they kiss, then looks at him, curious* Tea? Is that a different drink from yer time, then?
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Posted: Thu Sep 14, 2006 5:26 pm
*Bard looks at her oddly. It's hard to imagine a time when jolly old England didn't have tea*
It's a kind of beverage made by steeping leaves in hot water. You don't have anything of the sort?
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Posted: Thu Sep 14, 2006 5:30 pm
*Maggie seems puzzled at first* Only for easing illness or pain ... *her expression quickly shifts to one of concern* Ye're not feeling unwell, are ye?
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Posted: Thu Sep 14, 2006 5:37 pm
*Bard laughs* No, no. I feel fine. *he caresses her cheek fondly* It's just a relaxing drink. I'll make you some, if I can find any.
*he lets his hands slip down her arm and takes her by the hand, leading her toward the bar*
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