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 Posted: Sun Jan 24, 2010 1:31 pm
Niccea scowled. "I meant I'm fine with fighting her. If I kill her, it isn't my fault. You won't have to worry about be coming by again after this. I prefer nesters."
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Posted: Mon Jan 25, 2010 6:16 am
"Not exactly the most romantic of settings, but what can you do in this day
and age?" She shoved her hands into her jeans pockets. "So did Nic wear a
wedding dress? Or was it more informal? I really wish I could've been
there."
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Posted: Mon Jan 25, 2010 7:42 am
Trenton shrugged. "It was just us and whatever Gifted we could round up to come. Not many were willing. Niccea and I have been engaged since she was ten. We exchanged rings, but we really couldn't sign a marriage license or anything. You know how it is. We didn't want any record that would be permanent and the government would have access to. If this ridiculous war ever ends, maybe someday we will get married legally."
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Posted: Fri Apr 02, 2010 1:38 pm
"Maybe it's petty of me, but I really do envy you two...Even if
there is a war pretty much centered around seperating you
both." She decided to not let him in on the 'why' of that
statement. Truth was, he probably already knew by the tone
of her feelings. It didn't take a conniseur of emotions to see
the grief she was in.
Without warning she forced a smile onto her face and there was
a moment where it looked garish as she tried to look normal.
"They've been a while, haven't they? I know they can both
take care of themselves, but I still worry.
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Posted: Thu Apr 08, 2010 7:07 pm
Trenton shrugged his shoulders. "We could check up on them if you want." He shrugged considering the lonely woman in front of him. "Or I could just go on my own."
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Posted: Fri Apr 09, 2010 6:44 am
"I know Rip, err the wolf meant well, but I probably should come
along. I can't explain why, but I feel that the key to getting
my abilities back lay with those misfits down in the new nest."
She stuffed her hands into her pockets and hunched her
shoulders forward. "I was actually going to ask if you wanted
to wait outside...They know me down there and the setting
won't affect me the way it might affect you."
There was that healer instinct of her again. Always watching
out for, or trying to protect people when really it should be the
other way around.
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