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WhimsicalCow Vice Captain
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 Posted: Thu Aug 10, 2006 11:38 am
*Maggie reddens, and rises to busy herself by tidying up* It can mean . . . ehm. That a person is kind, or pleasant.
*She picks up the plate and mug and carries them back over to the bar, not at all eager to examine what he may have meant by calling her that* I'm glad at least ye were able te tend te him before the Brink sent him back.
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Posted: Thu Aug 10, 2006 11:42 am
Oh... :::She agreed, Maggie was very pleasant. She supposed it made sense, because she felt similarly about chocolate and wine:::
Mm. I could have treated the wound to heal faster... but I didn't want to do it while it was still infected. Ah well... :::She sighed::: He might be safer out there anyway...
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WhimsicalCow Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Aug 10, 2006 11:44 am
*Maggie looks down at the mug as she washes it out, and says softly* I will pray for him as I pray for us all ...
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Posted: Thu Aug 10, 2006 11:48 am
Prayer... to who Maggie? The Seraphim came from Heaven, remember?
:::Her expression darkened:::
Janani... is right to be confused, I'm afraid. But that won't stop me from fighting her if she puts any of you in danger.
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WhimsicalCow Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Aug 10, 2006 12:02 pm
At one point, they did. . . *Maggie dries the mug and puts it away, then slides the plate back into the little refrigerator. She reflects for a moment on how accustomed she's become to this place, then sighs quietly*
Cora ... we're all confused, here . . . we're all frightened. *She clasps her hands together on the countertop to keep from twisting them* But I canna let my fear drive away my faith. In God. In all our friends here. We need te hold onto it now more than e'er .. . .
*her voice trails off into a whisper as she too fades out*
**Exit Maggie**
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Posted: Thu Aug 10, 2006 12:12 pm
:::sigh...:::
:::Cora stepped to the bar and grabbed herself a glass of wine. She swished it around for a moment, thinking deeply in the swirls of red. Did anyone care at all about the Brink?
I mean... I know some of them care about me... but here? This place? Would anyone care if it all disappeared tomorrow? Do I care..? Would I care at all if I had a home like the rest of them?
:::But she didn't have a home... she decided then that she owed her existance to the Brink, to the Captain... she had yet to witness any act of God that helped her. But the Captain, whichever side he belonged to, really did care for her. And so long as she had a breathe in her body she would protect it... maybe she wouldn't hate it so much one day if there could only be peace:::
:::After a brief trip to the library, Cora returned again with a few books about ancient kings...she grabbed up the bottle of wine she'd started and headed back to her room:::
*Exit Cora*
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Posted: Thu Aug 10, 2006 2:03 pm
With the soft thuds of water droplets and gentle thump of a plushie, Janani fades in. She almost looks to be in the middle of a dance, and her WhiteRose may have been a part of that routine. She blinks when she no longer feels the water running over her body, and her hair and clothes clinging to her so suddenly tells her one thing...
Oh... Brink time?
She looks around, carefully, as she reaches down to pick up her white Cat Plushie...
Nobody here...?
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Posted: Thu Aug 10, 2006 2:28 pm
Aftera few moments, she gives up on finding anybody here...at least immediately. She doesn't know what she'll do if Cora shows up. From what she's heard and observed, she seems to never actually leave the Brink... How troublesome it must be for her... Janani sighs. She wishes she could help... Shaking her head, she knows she can't just give up. She decides it best to practice ways of showing human civility.
Let's see...
She looks at the chairs. Nodding enthusiastically, she decides to practice sitting in human chairs without breaking them...
((Yes, people ninja I'm bored sweatdrop ))
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Posted: Thu Aug 10, 2006 3:16 pm
((Where are the people?!))
Janani's first test. She pulls out one of the chairs from the nearest table. She swallows as she tries to sit. When she finally touches down, she lets out a slight sigh before trying to put more and more weight onto it. Without realizing it, she puts too much, and the first sounds of splintering are followed immediately by cracks as the chair falls to pieces...and she lands on her butt on the hard floor...
Oh... That didn't work...
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Posted: Thu Aug 10, 2006 5:55 pm
Standing up, she brushes herself off.
Well... This just won't do.
Being utterly bored and having not returned yet, she continues the excercise to find the exact amount of pressure she can use to sit in human chairs without breaking them. As she is expirementing with the second chair...it also splinters, cracks, and falls to pieces only for Janani to land on her rear-end again...
Oof...?
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Posted: Thu Aug 10, 2006 8:13 pm
((Somebody's gotta be skulking about to RP stare ))
Janani's determined to get thsi down! If she could get started with this civility, at least, maybe she could sit down and have a meal with some people in the Brink. This time when she seats herself, she can hear some strain, but she manages to keep the chair in tact. Her legs are shaking, though...
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Posted: Thu Aug 10, 2006 9:49 pm
((Never mind whee Now bed calls sweatdrop ))
Before she has a chance to be happy with herself, Janani fades out...leaving another broken chair as testimant that she was here. Of course, the Brink would fix things in its own time
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Posted: Fri Aug 11, 2006 9:13 am
:::Cora emerges from the hall in her usual way. She stops at the edge to listen for a moment before showing herself... but when she hears no one she procedes:::
:::She disposes of her latest bottle of wine, and has a seat at the bar with a fresh one. She take the book she carried in from under her arm and cracks it open to where she left off:::
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Posted: Fri Aug 11, 2006 10:34 am
:::An hour or so later, a young man appears seated at a table, with his back to the bar. His figners were moving feverishly over the air in front of him, almost in a typing manner... but after another couple moments, Kal stopped and looked around:::
:::He turned and looked at the bar:::
Oh, Cora...hello.
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