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 Posted: Sat Aug 23, 2008 5:19 pm
Caleb walked inside and went back to his desk, looking at the thick pile of papers. "I will tell you when I am done with my work."
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Posted: Sat Aug 23, 2008 5:20 pm
Moé sat down at her desk, and took out a model for a Fabergé-style egg.
"Yes, sir!"
She began to open it up, and began to install a clock inside of it.
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Posted: Sat Aug 23, 2008 6:21 pm
Caleb continued to sort the papers, until they were 2 even sized stacks. A small sigh came out of Caleb, as now he had to proofread both.
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Posted: Sat Aug 23, 2008 6:30 pm
Moé finished the dark blue basic Fabergé clock-egg, and submitted it, recieving back a sum of money.
After shoving that in a portal, she took out what appeared to be a ridiculously thick, old and battered tome. She looked at it curiously, and then opened it, and began reading it.
[[Heheh...]]
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Posted: Sat Aug 23, 2008 6:41 pm
Caleb glanced at her, seeing that she was now reading an old tome, one that was not familiar to him. "What are you reading?" He asked her.
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Posted: Sat Aug 23, 2008 6:49 pm
Moé looked confused.
"I... don't know."
She turned to the first page out of thousands, and read the very small font to herself out loud.
"...'First day of my escape. Those filthy vermin think they can end my obsession, can end my dreams, but I won't let them. I have deafened my ears to the cries of sewer rats, I have protected myself from their bites. I am only five years of age, and I am on the run from my abusive and demanding parents'."
She was shocked.
"I-I never wrote this..."
It continued on for hundreds of thousands of pages.
"Th-This isn't my handwriting...!"
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Posted: Sat Aug 23, 2008 6:56 pm
Caleb slithered over to her. "Where did you find this?" He said, reading the first page to himself.
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Posted: Sat Aug 23, 2008 7:05 pm
Moé shivered.
"I-It's in my hammerspace. Only I can access it. And this.... this is my lifestory..."
She paused.
"But I'd never... write like this... It's so... angry-sounding."
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Posted: Sat Aug 23, 2008 7:12 pm
"Perhaps then you did not write it, yet." Caleb replied, he continued reading.
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Posted: Sat Aug 23, 2008 7:14 pm
Moé blinked.
"But this was form when I was five years old, and..."
She flipped to around the back of the book, holding her hand on the page Caleb was reading.
"This writing looks cleaner and newer, and talks about me being banished from my home world to here."
She flipped back to where Caleb was reading.
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Posted: Sat Aug 23, 2008 7:21 pm
"I keep to my theory." Caleb said, putting down the book.
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Posted: Sat Aug 23, 2008 7:29 pm
Moé paused.
"What is your theory, though? The objects in my hammerspace are always in the same timeline as I. So, technically, if I wrote this in the future, it would appear blank now. No exceptions, ever."
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Posted: Sat Aug 23, 2008 7:44 pm
((Oh gewd god....It's a Mystery!))
"Would it be possible that yourself in the future to have transported the complete writings and....Never mind." Caleb stopped talking.
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Posted: Sat Aug 23, 2008 7:48 pm
[[It'll get better.]]
Moé shook her head, and then paused.
"I-I feel very sick. Excuse me, I wish to go home for a couple of hours..."
She portaled home, taking the book with her.
~*~
Moé laid on her bed.
"My head..."
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Posted: Sat Aug 23, 2008 8:02 pm
"Odd....She usually stays here until the end of my hours here." Caleb thought out loud. Caleb stood. "...I do not know the trouble she might cause there, I might as well." He exited the school building and began to walk back to his home.
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