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 Posted: Mon Sep 01, 2008 4:15 pm
Taro peek into the Alchemy room in hopes of talking to Moé, but his feet refused to carry him anywhere near Caleb. Frustrated, he began to whine in distress.
"Moé...pssst....M-o-é!"
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Posted: Mon Sep 01, 2008 4:21 pm
Moé looked over to the door confusedly.
Putting down her finished work, she walked over to the door and opened it, moving to the side so Caleb could see it was Taro.
"Oh, Mister Tengu! I never knew you had an interest in Alchemy. Shouldn't you have enrolled in the office first, though?"
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Posted: Mon Sep 01, 2008 4:28 pm
"As far as I'm concerned, I own this school." Taro stated seriously to Moé. "At least the land its built on..." He paused a moment to glance at behind her and discreetly point at Caleb. "And I don't think I'd pass... considering... things..."
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Posted: Mon Sep 01, 2008 4:33 pm
Moé paused, and then shook her head.
"You can't own the school. The land is property owned by the government to house all of the 'freaks' in one place."
She blinked.
"And you just have to work hard, use common sense, and perfect your thought process, and Sir will have no problem with you whatsoever!"
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Posted: Mon Sep 01, 2008 4:47 pm
Taro's beakless mouth stretched into a cocky smirk as he caressed Moé's cheek. "My dear princess, I don't wish to confuse you with language only a man could understand, but suffice to say that King Sōjōbō gave this land to me himself."
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Posted: Mon Sep 01, 2008 4:50 pm
Moé was confused.
"Huh? I'm not a princess. I'm a Messiah. And there aren't any kings around nowadays. Monarchy is dead."
She squinted.
"Wait, wait, wait... What did you mean, 'language only a man could understand'? I'm sensing some sexist undertones there, and I don't like that very much, Mister Tengu."
[[Uh-oh.]]
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Posted: Mon Sep 01, 2008 5:00 pm
"Sexist?" Taro questioned as his head tilted to the side in a birdlike gesture. "That sounds delightful... but explain to me what you mean by monarchy is dead."
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Posted: Mon Sep 01, 2008 5:03 pm
Moé frowned.
"Sexism is implying that your gender is superior to the opposite. And 'monarchy is dead' means there are no kings. There are officials elected by the people for a certain period of time, before being swapped out. There is no absolute power, and everything is fair."
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Posted: Mon Sep 01, 2008 5:19 pm
By this time, Taro's smile could almost reach his ears. "You are quite queer, my featherless fraulein. Do you think a trickster such as I would fall for a woman's trick?"
[German?]
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Posted: Mon Sep 01, 2008 5:27 pm
Moé sighed.
"Haven't you heard of 'presidents'?"
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Posted: Mon Sep 01, 2008 5:36 pm
Taro smiled innocently as he shook his head. "I... oh...hmmm" He continued to hum a few moments. "You mean the 'king' of those rebel Brit Colonist? Are they still mucking about?"
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Posted: Mon Sep 01, 2008 5:39 pm
"No," Moé replied. "They've formed a similar government. Now, if you excuse me, I'm going to turn in my work. If you want to stay, come inside."
She went back to her seat.
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Posted: Mon Sep 01, 2008 5:50 pm
Taro sat on the desk behind Moé and began preening her hair with his fingers.
"You are a woman of these times, my peachling." He said in a low voice as to not disturb Caleb... more. "A woman most suited to me..." his hand stopped and drifted to Moé's shoulder to squeeze it fondly.
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Posted: Mon Sep 01, 2008 5:54 pm
Moé was confused again, but had no qualms saying his cooes aloud.
"What's a peachling? And a woman most suited for what?"
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Posted: Mon Sep 01, 2008 6:04 pm
Taro's face was tinted with a gentle red as he stood up and pulled her into an intimate embrace. "Shush, Moé, there is no need for words. Our love has blossomed in silence long enough..." the very imaginative tengu whispered into her ear. "Please, will you be my mate? You could give me such beautiful sons..."
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