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 Posted: Sat Aug 30, 2008 10:53 pm
"In the many years I have lived, isolation from the world was the most destructive, since changed my humanity, because of this...." Caleb slithered over to her. "I am going to have to decline."
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Posted: Sat Aug 30, 2008 10:55 pm
Moé stood.
"Well..."
She walked over to the door.
"I guess this is goodbye, then. I'm going to have to go live with Robin. Oh, do you know who Robin is, Sir?"
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Posted: Sat Aug 30, 2008 11:05 pm
"No, I do not know who this person is." Caleb turned to look at her.
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Posted: Sat Aug 30, 2008 11:09 pm
Moé turned around to look away from him.
"Oh, it's okay. Well, if you're curious, she's my best friend..."
She produced a gun, and pointed it at her head.
"...And the daughter of Satan. Goodbye, Caleb."
After pulling the trigger, Moé slumped onto the floor in a pile of her own blood, her contract terminated, her soul being carried to Hell.
The clocks slowed to a stop.
[[HAHAH. YOU WERENT EXPECTING THAT, WERE YOU, CALEB?]]
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Posted: Sat Aug 30, 2008 11:35 pm
Caleb lost all of the breath in his body as the shell ripped though her head. He walked over to her and crouched down. His right hand dipped into the blood that spilled from her head. He examined it closely, even though he knew she was dead. He wiped his fingers together, the blood blended into his near albino skin.
You truly are a selfish person, Caleb Crowhart. Building your tower to only have destroyed by the same hands that made it. And even for this, you plighted a girl that loved you, to an unwilling death.
His right hand crumpled into a fist.
You do not deserve to die, but to waste away as you already are.
Caleb stood back up. He felt as if he was being blown back, he fell onto the bed mask first.
Burning in your own tower.
A liquid began to hit the aged glass in the mask. Caleb did not make a single noise.
((Que song.))
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Posted: Sat Aug 30, 2008 11:45 pm
A blonde woman, with hair that resembled horse straw, the legs/horns of a goat, the tail and wings of a demon, and glasses stood over Moé.
She picked Moé up, and looked over at Caleb coldly.
"Oh, it's Mister Atrophy. The plague doctor who found out the secret of immortality, and his isolation twisted him until he could not love. Me knowing that first part shouldn't surprise you, since Moé and I were friends since infancy, and since that memory-transfer at five years of age she'd tell me about this peculiar man with a bird mask."
She sighed.
"Now I have to spread the lament, as it is my duty to her family as a banshee. It pains me that my dearest friend has not even the thinnest chance of her contract being restored, too."
[[*hinthint*]]
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Posted: Sun Aug 31, 2008 12:05 am
Caleb did not turn to look at the producer of the feminine voice. Not until she said something that sparked his interest. He turned his head to look at her with one glass covered hole. "I will do anything possible of renewing that document." Caleb's voice has in its normal tone.
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Posted: Sun Aug 31, 2008 12:09 am
Robin paused.
"Weeeell, since it involves reneging the purpose of Moé's suicide by appealing to a Hell court that you actually love her, I doubt that qualifies as 'possible' for you. I find this all to be very ironic, since not only is she the only person to have truly loved you, but she is the only person who would give you redemption from Hell, and spare you form its torture. We don't like it when people defy the system, especially men of science."
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Posted: Sun Aug 31, 2008 12:17 am
Caleb got off of the bed and stood. "Would you be so kind and assist myself to be able to appeal to one of these courts?" He stared at the satyr girl.
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Posted: Sun Aug 31, 2008 12:24 am
Robin was shocked enough to almost drop Moé.
"Wh-What?!"
She made a large portal.
"Well, since I obviously have ties, I can set it up ASAP... And since the body is in near-mint condition, it'll be easier to retrieve her soul."
She let out a loud bellow.
"DAAAAAD!"
A man in his mid-twenties, with curly red hair and teal-colored eyes appeared.
"Whaaat? It's my lunch break..."
"I have an appeal to renege Moé's suicide, the fatal one."
The man looked over at Caleb.
"You don't know what you've got 'till it's gone, huh? Moé was my second daughter I never had, you'll have to make a good stand..."
Raising a molten claw, Lovelace snapped his fingers, and a jury appeared.
"Well," he said, taking the Judge's seat, "state your case, Mister Atrophy."
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Posted: Sun Aug 31, 2008 12:33 am
((Caleb:fuuCCK!
Me:Yeah, I am going to have to post tomarrow......))
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Posted: Sun Aug 31, 2008 12:35 am
[[Robin: What, you thought reneging a suicide was simple?!
Me: All he has to do is show some proof of her love, get Moé's witness statement, and that should do it.
Lovelace: That's awfully anticlimactic.]]
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Posted: Sun Aug 31, 2008 10:05 am
"My emotion of love directed Ms.Moé Montblanc." Caleb said, looking up to at the judge.
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Posted: Sun Aug 31, 2008 10:12 am
Lovelace nodded.
"Her last name is Kura-Dupin, but since she's the last member of the Montblanc lineage, that counts..."
He pulled a lever next to him, and Moé was shot up to the witness stand; her soul had returned to her body, but she was shackled to a crucifix by large, painful-looking nails in her palms.
She looked around drowsily, and then saw Caleb.
"Sir! You're bleeding!"
She looked around.
"What did you do to him?!"
She began to tug at her binds to free herself, but it was futile; she wailed from the pain.
Seal Lady-- now a full-fledged demon-- walked over to Moé's binds and elongated the binds to stretch her arms.
"Now, now, Moé. You can't be insubordinate."
"Shut up, you blind bat!"
Moé gave another wail as her arms were stretched further.
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Posted: Sun Aug 31, 2008 10:31 am
Caleb looked down as she was brought out, guilt's blade twisting in his chest. "As time went on in, my life deteriorated, I had lost much of myself. Since I has introduced to this girl, and her attempts of loving myself. A fragment of myself wanted this, remembering the soft touch of love brought on by another soul. I originally denied it, and truly told her what I did not want, with the ending of her life." He slowly began to look back up, his mask looking at her. "At the current time and standings, I can truthfully say that I did and still, harbor the emotion of love for her."
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