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Posted: Wed Aug 27, 2008 4:09 pm
Lucy, however, could do nothing [what with her being cramped in a cabinet and all]. Montblanc had a cheesy-looking black stage magician wand, and with some odd transformation he turned it into a ultra-high-quality rapier. "Hmmm..." He began to tap on various surfaces in a rhythm. " Shaaave and a hair-cut..." Lucy had no restrain. "... TWOOOO BITS!" [[/ RogerRabbitreference]] Lucy wailed, and then portaled away. Montblanc looked at Caleb. "I personally think it's rather odd that a woman will evade her lover after three children. Don't you?"
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Posted: Wed Aug 27, 2008 4:17 pm
"I cannot say I would know myself." Caleb said, not even looking up at Montblanc. "I would see her that she would be more tired then anything else."
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Posted: Wed Aug 27, 2008 4:24 pm
Montblanc nodded. "She describes my behavior as 'unnatural', and has tagged certain descendants of us as such, like my... late daughter Mahi, and Mahi's granddaughter Moé. Though Moé has not shown any traits similar to my pursuing habits..." [[Look, Caleb! It's the source of your misery, with a thick french accent and all!]] She paused. "I am the drama teacher, yet I have no students. though I prefer it that way." He paused. "And she can never be tired! She's the fabled Gabriel, the warrior present in many historical, archaic and alchemical texts. She can take down four armies by herself, she should be able to handle me." [[EDIT: alchemical texts since people wondered how she obtained her super-strength/endurance, since she appears to be human.]]
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Posted: Wed Aug 27, 2008 4:52 pm
"...You must be joking, but then again, I have heard of madder things." Caleb glanced at Montblanc. He began to begin to piece together a page from one of the books.
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Posted: Wed Aug 27, 2008 5:00 pm
Montblanc paused. "Oh? You doubt my Lucy?" Montblanc looked around in the classroom for a certain tome, and then picked it up, flipping by instinct to the page. He pulled out various other tomes from a portal, apparently belonging to Montblanc himself. He placed the pictures and illustrations next to each other, and read it aloud. "This is from an inscription on a old-world plaque....' And then, when Mesopotamia's ruler Hammurabi was nearly slain by the invader, then came the great warrior, calling himself 'GABUREEL'. He was thin, with a boy's face, but fought like a thousand men, filling Mesopotamia's two rivers temporarily with blood." He continued. "From a tome I collected... ' And then, he, who was named after an angel from Heaven, descended upon our Earth with her wooden sword of a foreign avian mold, and this was made all the more curious by Gabriel's identification as a biological female." He paused. "...still not convinced?" [[EDIT: People confuse her for a man not only for her combat skills, but because she's a bifauxnen. She actually has fangirls, and has dropped a Bridget on them. It makes Motnblanc's pursuit all the more interesting, since it makes Montblanc look gay.]]
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Posted: Wed Aug 27, 2008 5:24 pm
Caleb did not comment back as he saw the evidence, he just looked back to his work as he had put about one-eighth of the page back together.
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Posted: Wed Aug 27, 2008 5:30 pm
Montblanc was not hesitant to go all-out. "And..." He produced a thin croquet mallet shaped like a flamingo, with a sharp beak made of some sort of foreign reflective metal. "...in England-- where that second excerpt came from-- there aren't many flamingos..." [[Lol. slaughterer of four armies at once... with a flamingo-shaped croquet mallet. I love Lucy and Montblanc XD]] He looked over at the page shreds. "You know, I can restore those shreds back to their former state. I'm an expert at reversing time. Therefore, you don't have to bother with the mistakes of that tengu, Taro. Oh, oops." [[Me: Montblanc, stop hinting your omniscience. It's unsettling.]]
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Posted: Wed Aug 27, 2008 5:40 pm
"....Do you have to be pestering me?" Caleb said looking back at Montblanc. "Because, I do not think it is helping either of us."
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Posted: Wed Aug 27, 2008 5:43 pm
Montblanc shrugged. "If you need any help, feel free to ask." He didn't portal, he simply vanished.
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Posted: Wed Aug 27, 2008 5:52 pm
Caleb took out a familiar needle, except for the needle was threaded with a translucent string. Caleb began to slowly sow the section of the page back together, working with the small pieces took much time, since the scraps of paper could not overlap.
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Posted: Wed Aug 27, 2008 5:56 pm
Moé portaled inside, and sat down at her seat, and took out the tome Caleb lent her.
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Posted: Wed Aug 27, 2008 6:02 pm
Caleb looked up to see his student in the room. "You are...usually in earlier." He looked back to the partly sown page.
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Posted: Thu Aug 28, 2008 3:34 am
Moé paused. "Well, I made amends, but Mister Tengu wanted to converse, and I didn't want to be rude. He began calling me things like 'strudel', and asking me my plans for the future and if I believe in destiny. It was odd, really. Then he put a hand on my cheek, but his hand was dirty, so I had to wipe the dirt off." She paused again. "Then a wolf came, and then he was scared, and then he sulked. Now I'm here."
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Posted: Thu Aug 28, 2008 12:49 pm
Caleb continued to sow the page slowly together, pricking his finger a number of times, usually drawing blood, but he did not noticed as it dripped onto the desk.
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Posted: Thu Aug 28, 2008 12:53 pm
Moé hurriedly ran towards Caleb's desk. "S-Sir!" She produced some healing bandages [though they looked foreign], and hurriedly grabbed his hands, expertly wrapping the pinpricked fingers in it before taping it to stay. Blushing at having touched his hands in such a manner, she wiped the blood off the table and used an anti-bacteria cleaning agent to clean it, making sure that neither blood nor cleaner got near the page-shreds.
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