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 Posted: Tue Aug 19, 2008 7:11 pm
Moé shook her head.
"That ruins the entire concept behind it!"
She pointed to the back of the box.
"It's a music box, too. Place the top of the key in the back, and wind it."
[[It's herbs and a couple of giftcards to bookstores. Not kidding. XD
And after being wound up, the clockwork gears visible from the front move as well as the music playing.]]
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Posted: Tue Aug 19, 2008 7:33 pm
Caleb picked up the key off of the box and inserted into the keyhole. He began to twist the key before the box finally opened, revealing various herbs and some spices, and some flat plastic cards to a local tome shops in town as the box began to play music. He picked up the cards. "And what are these for?" Caleb questioned.
((Caleb does not grasp current day concepts))
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Posted: Tue Aug 19, 2008 7:40 pm
Moé paused, and went next to him.
"Those are 'gift cards'. You are supposed to go to this book store..."
She pointed to the store name on the card.
"You can buy any book, or books, that you want at that vendor, as long as if the total costs less than or equal to fifty dollars per card. There are four cards, so I've given you two hundred dollars in books."[[H-Holy s**t! Then again, her paycheck is more like an allowance, what with her cleaning/food/housing provided for by others.]]
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Posted: Tue Aug 19, 2008 7:56 pm
{[ Haha, I suppose I'll just RP by myself for a bit then huh? ]}
After absently locking the door to the bathroom, Sam stripped herself of her wet clothing and jumped into the shower. The warm water pelted her and somewhat soothed her. So what if her father was the all-time reigning king of bastards? So what if her mother didn't need her around anymore? She could survive on her own in a new school. She could reinvent herself, be whoever she wanted to be. The problem was getting started.
Stepping out of the shower dripping wet, Sam dried herself off with a white, fluffy towel before donning her dry clothes which consisted of a plain black t-shirt and dark blue jeans. She picked up her wet things from the floor and hung it over the footboard of her bed. She looked over to the other bed in the room. It appeared to be occupied but she had yet to see her roommate. Shrugging nonchalantly, she slipped out of her dorm room and continued to wander down the hallway, catching glimpses into the other dorm rooms which were open. She heard music coming from some rooms, guitar playing, laughter, and then utter silence. Quite the contrast...
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Posted: Wed Aug 20, 2008 1:14 pm
~.Kaarii.~ {[ Haha, I suppose I'll just RP by myself for a bit then huh? ]} [[Well, that's just because you're not interacting with anyone, really. In example, since your character takes martial arts, she could look around for her teacher [since Lucy's out and about, posting up fliers].]]
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Posted: Wed Aug 20, 2008 1:49 pm
"How very...thoughtful of yourself." Caleb said, putting the cards back int the box. "You did not have to do this."
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Posted: Wed Aug 20, 2008 1:51 pm
Moé shook her head.
"It's a birthday gift! Of course I had to! It's an obligation guaranteed to you upon birth."
She hugged him.
"I'm no replacement, but I can at least try."
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Posted: Wed Aug 20, 2008 2:25 pm
"Replacement, for what?" Caleb asked looking down at her.
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Posted: Wed Aug 20, 2008 2:29 pm
Moé nuzzled his chest affectionately, and then kissed it.
"The years that you haven't had a birthday, Sir."
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Posted: Wed Aug 20, 2008 2:46 pm
"It is not necessary for you to do this." Caleb said, looking back to the wooden box.
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Posted: Wed Aug 20, 2008 2:52 pm
Moé paused.
"I made the music box from Midgardian wood, so Earth technology can't destroy it. You can store your important things in there, since only the key can open it. It can't be jimmied or pried open. Earth acids can't melt it."
She kissed the side of his mask, and whispered, 'It is a token of love from me, do with it as you wish'.
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Posted: Wed Aug 20, 2008 3:54 pm
"...Can you please release myself?" Caleb said.
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Posted: Wed Aug 20, 2008 4:04 pm
Moé let go, somewhat disappointed, and went back to her seat, pouting. "I spent about twenty years perfecting clockwork and machinery, another twenty in crafting collectibles and jewelry for the wealthy... I'm just happy that I could use it one day for something useful. That brass-gear music box is a one-of-a-kind from the anonymous Russian craftsman MKD! Hahahah." She paused. "A ton of my old work is at auction in antique stores, but people'd not believe me, since that work came from the 1900s. I trained under Fabergé, and was one of his assistants, but nobody'd believe that either..."
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Posted: Wed Aug 20, 2008 4:59 pm
Blinking momentarily, Sam realized that it was barely midday. Classes were probably already in session. Upon the realization hitting her, she raced down the stairs, practically flying until she reached the administrative office. Sauntering in breezily, she flashed the secretary an innocent smile. The secretary hardly spared her glance.
"How can I help you?" the secretary asked automatically.
Sam released a breath of air, "I need my class schedules please. It's my first day."
"Name?" she continued.
"Samantha Morgan," Sam replied, her voice evening to an almost placid note.
After a quick shuffle through files in a cabinet, the secretary handed her a single sheet of paper, "Here. Have a good day."
"Thanks..." Sam replied absently as she scanned the page. She only had four classes for now. Martial arts was the class that was starting soon.
Stuffing the sheet of paper into her pockets, she slowly picked her way through the campus to the room where martial arts would be taught. Reaching the door, she opened it slowly and poked her head in.
"Anybody in here?" she called.
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Posted: Wed Aug 20, 2008 5:23 pm
Caleb let out a small sigh. "Now then, where was I last..." He began to look though the papers scattered on the desk with his pale fingers flipping though them.
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