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 Posted: Sat Mar 25, 2006 12:37 pm
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Posted: Sat Mar 25, 2006 8:31 pm
"I haven't really sorted myself out yet," Brunswick shrugged. He folded his arms behind his head absently and leand back anew, the pose something straight out of an old Western - the lone stranger, too tough for the town, too bad for the girl. He half-laughed. "Though the only thing that's apparantly off-limits to me is the main library. Jack said I could crash wherever I liked as long as I didn't wreck his books. I'm definitely going to take my time on picking the best place now. Right?" He glanced at Berlin with an impish smile. "Do you have a nice place of your own yet? Maybe a nice dollhouse or something?"
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Posted: Sun Mar 26, 2006 9:37 pm
"I'll have to teach her -- Cerena -- a lot of things," Berlin said thoughtfully in response to his sister, briefly raising his gaze to the ceiling as half-formulated plans began to appear in his mind. His attention almost immediately returned to Munich upon her next words, though. "Four? They'll let just about anyone these days become a Bond, won't they?"
"Well, at least some of us lucked out..." He sideglanced towards Bruns, eyebrows immediately raising at the 'jab'. "...Actually..." He hesitated, stepping from the edge of the pot onto the dirt and crouching down, wrapping his arms around his legs. "It is a dollhouse," He continued almost grumpily, "It's a nice one... Well, it will be anyway, after I, er, make some major overhauls."
It was only a few days and his Bond was already causing problems! Berlin began to realize that he vastly preferred his old one -- at least he didn't try to force him into a frilly dress...
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Posted: Mon Mar 27, 2006 5:20 am
"Yeah, they sure will," Munich replied curtly. Why did her bond have to be so young? Rhea was still a toddler after all. "I guess maybe because she acts like an adult...I dunno. She's awfully talkative. Regardless, she'll be easy to direct. At least that's what I'm hoping. She's still in her formative years, so I figure I have some time."
Munich chuckled at the thought of Berlin living in a dollhouse...but she quickly rethought it. She'd love to live in a dollhouse. Don't knock it if you don't try it, she told herself. "Well, I'm sure it's a nice dollhouse. At least you're not living in a shoebox like I am."
Rhea had said she'd get her something nicer. Munich had just been waiting to see what she could come up with. Hopefully it'd be a dollhouse--or something similar.
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Posted: Mon Mar 27, 2006 6:03 am
Silva headed for the plant, wondering who they thought they were fooling. He slipped into the leaves, disappearing with each shadow that hit his flesh as he positioned himself just above them, looking down.
It was apparent that none of them had magical detection, else they would have noticed him coming in. And none of them had a recognizable magic pattern, either. Three were the same, one was different.
And that one was white and blue with short red hair. Just as TB had told him. He sighed and dropped down, looking them over blatantly as he chewed on his toothpick. Then he moved, standing right in front of Bavaria, his irritation on his face.
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Posted: Mon Mar 27, 2006 6:20 am
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Posted: Mon Mar 27, 2006 7:02 am
Just as Munich was planning her dream house, she saw movement out of the corner of her eye. Turning around, she was now facing a much larger Feien--who seemed to want to talk to Bav. Curious about this new fairy, she turned to watch the interaction between the two. The taller one seemed pissed off. Was Bav gonna get it?
Munich's eyes darted back and forth between the two Feien, and she could feel a tense energy in the air. She could only imagine what Bav had done to anger this guy.
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Posted: Mon Mar 27, 2006 5:05 pm
Scowling (more at himself for utterly failing to pick up the magical resonance than at the visitor himself - that's what came of being too relaxed already), Brunswick pushed away from his leaning post and strode over to stand beside his sister. He folded his arms over his chest, planted his feet shoulder-width, and gave the much-taller feien a cool look. "Yeah, man?" he drawled. "Anything we can do for you?"
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Posted: Mon Mar 27, 2006 6:57 pm
"It's alright," Berlin said carefully, "Well, a lot more convenient than a shoebox, I will admit." And it had a sort of elegance to it he could appreciate; Cerena wasn't entirely irredeemable as a bond, he decided, wrinkling his nose at the thought of his sibling living in a shoebox.
"I appreciate the offer. My bond works in an antique shop, and has access to many things that would serve as suitable and functional abodes, so maybe if you want to--"
He promptly interrupted himself at the sudden appearance of their visitor, and lips pressing into a grim line, Berlin gave him a wary glance. "Excuse me -- this is a private meeting..."
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Posted: Mon Mar 27, 2006 7:02 pm
((Sorry Cere!!))
Silva looked at Brunswick, his lips pulling back in a slight smirk. Damn but he wished this was the one TB had gotten. The kid was rough and ballsy. And male. He would have no trouble dealing with him. After he beat the s**t out of him a few times, that was.
"Let's see..." He said thoughtfully, completely ignoring Berlin's comment. His voice was as it always had been, a cold tenor with a hint of sarcasm lurking. "For one, you can tell me. Which one of you is Bavaria?" As if he didn't know. But he was ignoring the girl brat deliberately, just to see what she would do.
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Posted: Mon Mar 27, 2006 7:03 pm
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Posted: Mon Mar 27, 2006 7:22 pm
Silva looked at her, evaluating her like a man at the market, then he smirked and reached out to pick her up, moving so quickly that she couldn't avoid it even if she wanted to. He looked her straight in the eyes. "Well darlin, it seem's you're my new little girl." He drawled. "By bond relations."
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Posted: Mon Mar 27, 2006 7:28 pm
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Posted: Mon Mar 27, 2006 7:30 pm
Along the same lines, if Brunswick's eyes were lasers, Silva would have been a smoldering pile of ash for the manhandling of Bavaria. "Put her the hell down, buddy," he snarled, unfazed by the obvious difference in size and strength. There was something to be said about bravado... Unless it got you killed. Stepping closer, Brunswick unfolded his arms and his little hands went into tight, angry fists. "Just get your hands off my sister."
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