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 Posted: Mon Jan 09, 2006 1:57 pm
*Melli removes the filthy cloak and tosses it aside. She strides past Cora on her way to the sink, leaving a trail of muddy footprints behind her* Why, I'm positively delightful, and thank you for asking, dear! *she winks* What of you?
*She pauses to yank her boots off before stepping behind the bar*
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Posted: Mon Jan 09, 2006 2:03 pm
:::Cora couldn't understand her own desire to lash out at this woman, even while she wasn't doing anything. Except perhaps smiling, just because she knows I don't want her to be. What kind of person does that...?:::
Nominal.
:::She looked away and went back to braiding her hair, pulling at a small snag in one strand:::
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Posted: Mon Jan 09, 2006 2:09 pm
Oh good, *Mell chuckles* You know it would break my heart to hear you were anything less, my darling girl.
*Barefoot now, she moves behind the counter, rolling her sleeves up . . . and then stops, her gaze falling on Luana's water clock* Hmmmmmmm? *She leans in to inspect it carefully, grinning* How colorful!
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Posted: Mon Jan 09, 2006 2:14 pm
:::Cora's stomach drops. She knows that Melliandra would quite likely destroy the clock if left to it.
But she would probably be twice as likely to destroy if she knew it would bother me.
Her noes wrinkled in disgust, but she held her tounge, nearly needing to bite it to keep it from yelling whatever obscenities she knew:::
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Posted: Mon Jan 09, 2006 2:18 pm
*Mell watches Cora's face out of the corner of her eye, smiling to herself* Curious little creation, isn't it? *she taps one of the flamingos lightly* But quite in my way, at the moment.
*She eyes it for a moment, then carefully graps ahold of it to lift it out of the sink and set it on the countertop. That done, she cranks on the water and starts scrubbing some of the dirt off her hands and face* I don't suppose you could tell me what it is, could you dear?
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Posted: Mon Jan 09, 2006 2:27 pm
:::Cora's not sure whether or not to tell her... but she decides on a specific angle:::
It's... a contraption built by Luana. She's attempting to measure time in the Brink.
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Posted: Mon Jan 09, 2006 2:33 pm
Ahhh, now that might be convenient. *she shakes the water from her hands, and pokes around at the clock a bit more* I'll have to inquire more about it when I see her next.
*She turns to rummage up a bottle of chardonnay and two glasses, then meanders over to where Cora is sitting. She sets the glasses down and fills the one closest to Cora, then the other, and takes a seat, all smiles* Your hair looks very pretty like that, my dear. Have you been growing it out?
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Posted: Mon Jan 09, 2006 2:36 pm
:::She stares blankly at the glass before her, and continues to braid:::
Coincidentally... I've been using it to measure time in the brink. Until I have an alternative.
:::Cora was being short, rather on purpose. She didn't think anything good would come of warming up to Melliandra, nor did she feel like Mel deserved the chance:::
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Posted: Mon Jan 09, 2006 2:40 pm
*Melli nods, utterly unphased by Cora's cool demeanor* Even then, you ought to keep it long - it's most becoming.
*She lifts her glass for a sip, smiling at Cora over the rim* Mmm. Don't let yours go to waste now.
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Posted: Mon Jan 09, 2006 2:42 pm
Why? Did you find a way to poison it?
:::Cora felt herself speak it before she could stop herself. She surprised herself, for very rarely did she speak before thinking:::
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Posted: Mon Jan 09, 2006 2:46 pm
*Mell laughs* My, but you are paranoid. No darling, it's entirely poison free. Not, mind you, that you haven't given me cause to drug you in retaliation, but . . . *she shrugs, and continues pleasantly* Why waste time or energy on petty grudges?
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Posted: Mon Jan 09, 2006 2:54 pm
I don't consider what I hold for you a grudge. I dislike you for some quite stationary reasons. That is, beyond the manner in which you treat me.
:::Cora had, unadmittedly spent many nights trying to think up what she might say to Melliandra during a confrontation. She hoped it would go as she'd planned:::
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Posted: Mon Jan 09, 2006 3:01 pm
Ahhhh, yes, you have judged and found me lacking - sinful, even! *Melli leans back in her seat, studying Cora's face with a smirk* How nice that you can be so secure in your convictions.
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Posted: Mon Jan 09, 2006 3:03 pm
And it disturbs me that you're so secure in your own.
:::She felt herself starting to want to yell, so she quickly finished the last inch of her braid and tied a simple knot before standing up to leave:::
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Posted: Mon Jan 09, 2006 3:07 pm
Am I? *Mell wonders aloud, amused by the notion* Perhaps, if indeed I have any. Or perhaps I find it entirely too limiting to believe in any one thing without question.
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