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 Posted: Thu Oct 02, 2008 5:14 pm
Caleb's intention snapped to his student, pointed the beaked mask at her. "What seems to be the problem?"
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Posted: Fri Oct 03, 2008 12:25 pm
Moé wailed.
"Some person sent me a... nightgown...!"
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Posted: Fri Oct 03, 2008 1:39 pm
"...I do not understand why such a event would be...cause this reaction." Caleb said.
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Posted: Fri Oct 03, 2008 1:44 pm
Moé bashfully showed him said nightgown.
It was the type that was sheer, easy to take off, but had modest lace to cover anything too revealing.
Moé sniffed in dismay.
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Posted: Fri Oct 03, 2008 1:54 pm
"...." Caleb did not reply.
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Posted: Fri Oct 03, 2008 3:05 pm
Moé wailed.
"E-Exactly! I'm n-not that wanton! Who could've done this...?"
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Posted: Fri Oct 03, 2008 3:14 pm
"I still do not understand why this is problem." Caleb replied.
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Posted: Fri Oct 03, 2008 3:22 pm
Moé shook her head.
"Someone is accusing me of being a strumpet!"
There was the faint, distant sound of someone hitting their head rather violently against a wall, then some angry shouting and maniacal laughter, and then there was the very thick odor of rotting human flesh and death.
Marion gave a 'yipe', ran out of the room, and after a series of locks were closed, she returned, not knowing the bottoms of her hooves were covered in blood.
Moé shivered.
"W-Why did we choose to have dinner at the home of the serial killing couple? They may be the gods of death and love, and my aunt and uncle, but..."
Marion smiled innocently.
"Everything here is pure beef and pork! I made sure Sir Azrael didn't put in any of his inventory."
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Posted: Fri Oct 03, 2008 3:47 pm
((Caleb:I knew we should have gone to Fridays. >_< ))
"You appear to have your legs covered in gore." Caleb said to the satyr.
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Posted: Fri Oct 03, 2008 3:55 pm
Marion looked down.
"Oh! Sir Azrael, with that suitor room of his...!!"
She wailed.
"And I have to clean it! That floor used to be white marble, when only Mary's crucified corpse was there, but now it's rusted red with human blood..."
Valentine appeared behind Moé out of nowhere, resting her elbows on Moé's head, except in her adult form, with her eyes in her head [not in her hands]. They were blood-red.
Her voice was still just as childlike and immature, though.
"I propose that you simply wipe them form existence, and turn them into minute particles."
Moé sighed.
"Mother, only you can do that, and you know it."
"Heehee, I know."
"Stop bragging. What sort of God are you, anyways? You could further scientific research by discovering new elements, but, no! You're a conwoman. God is a conwoman."
"Never thought me and Reynard's kid would be a brat."
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Posted: Fri Oct 03, 2008 4:33 pm
Caleb could feel the bile rising up in his throat. He forced it back down without moving.
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Posted: Fri Oct 03, 2008 4:41 pm
Moé was shivering, and coughed.
"I-I don't feel so good..."
Moé paused.
"Where's aunt Lycoris?"
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Posted: Fri Oct 03, 2008 4:52 pm
Caleb did not know, and did not want to. "...I do not think it is important at the time."
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Posted: Fri Oct 03, 2008 4:56 pm
Moé shivered.
"It's better than her appearing out of surprise."
"Like this?"
Moé turned around; it was Azrael.
Regardless, she flinched horribly.
"U-Uncle..."
She pointed to his large eight-inch long claws, covered in blood.
Azrael hurriedly took off said gloves, and then showed his mutated, clawed hands.
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Posted: Fri Oct 03, 2008 5:17 pm
((Caleb:Just calm ******** hands slowly withdrew his hands into his robe. Keeping his breathing steady, it would at least keep his heart rate down.
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