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 Posted: Sat Mar 24, 2012 9:18 pm
She absolutely grimaced at the mention of the man in her head who insisted on being a complete and total prude, drawing a line across her neck.
"He's not very nice," is all she says, carefully, as if she's not sure if she wants to make him even more angry. "He doesn't approve of much. But...it's better than it used to be."
Yeah, b*****d, you're an okay guy.
Kind of. Not really, but sometimes. Sheesh.
Clerise accepts the card, setting her pair down near her on the edge of the table. "Oh, your benevolence, I don't know what I'd do without your kind gestures," is the reply Jordan gets, with some exaggerated eyelash fluttering.
"Now. How about them eights?"
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Posted: Mon Mar 26, 2012 4:54 pm
"It'll get better. Working relationship and all that," Jordan said. "Ferros and I got along pretty well immediately, but it still took me a couple of weeks to get used to having running commentary and background noise." He was still grateful for his apparent luck in having bonded to a weapon who liked him; while that wasn't rare, it didn't seem to be common either.
Background noise?
You sort of hiss and rumble all the time. It's quiet. Kind of comforting by now.
I can't help it, Ferros said, sounding a little embarrassed. It's my steam.
I don't mind. Lets me know you're still there. I barely hear it anyway. "I know, it's just overwhelming. Don't swoon." Jordan grinned at Clerise. "Go fish. Got any threes?"
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Posted: Mon Mar 26, 2012 8:00 pm
"Maybe," Clerise said, doubt in her voice, tapping her booted foot against the ground like it was a nervous tick.
{[ Worthless, ]} is all Balthazar hisses, derision dripping from his voice.
The redhead sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. "I'm surprised he even lets me use him, sometimes," she admitted jokingly-- but you know what they say about sands of truth in everything.
She flashes him a grin. "I don't knowwww," Clerise said, drawing it out, sliding a three to Jordan. "Ah might just hahv the vapors!" Clerise flings a hand dramatically over her face, flinging herself back against the chair before devolving into giggles.
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Posted: Mon Mar 26, 2012 8:12 pm
"He did choose you, must've been something in that," Jordan said, and shrugged.
He grinned at Clerise's dramatics. "And me without my smelling salts."
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Posted: Mon Mar 26, 2012 8:16 pm
"I get the feeling that he was tired of being stuck in a rock, anyway. He's like me, kinda-- he is all about being mobile."
Being a giant stupid hula hoop would do that, she supposed.
{[ Thank you for the kind words, ]} he huffed. She poked at her own forehead and muttered something at him-- before brightly turning back to Jordan. "What kind of gentleman goes somewhere without his smelling salts!"
She leaned forward, cocking her head, and poked him right on the forehead.
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Posted: Mon Mar 26, 2012 8:20 pm
"Ferros says as long as he can still smash things and set them on fire, it's all good with him." Jordan chuckled. "Works out well enough."
I should still be the biggest, the dragon complained.
"As if you're not ridiculously oversized anyway," Jordan said, looking down at his ring with a grin. He looked up just in time to get a poke to the forehead. "Oh no! Not the power buttoooooo... " He trailed off and slid down in his chair as though deactivated like a robot.
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Posted: Mon Mar 26, 2012 8:25 pm
"Hah!"
{[ What an easily appeased simpleton. ]}
"BE NICE, CAPTAIN," is the stern warning she gave him in reply, taking him out of her pocket and shaking him with some level of vehemence. "Do you hear me?" Another shake for good measure.
Clerise snickered to herself as Jordan powered himself down in a mock robotic fashion. "No, I wonder if there's a button to turn you back on," she crooned, flirtatiously and--
Promptly poked him a few times in the ribs. Maybe he was ticklish!
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Posted: Mon Mar 26, 2012 8:31 pm
That sounded vaguely ominous, and Jordan was just about to sit up when he was suddenly and mercilessly attacked. He yelped and fell off the chair, flailing wildly.
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Posted: Mon Mar 26, 2012 8:39 pm
{[ The maturity of a... ]} He was going on and on and on.
Clerise found the flailing hunter in front of her to be much more interesting. She couldn't contain her own laughter as she attacked, fingers digging into his sides. "Sayyy uncclee!~"
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Posted: Mon Mar 26, 2012 8:41 pm
"Hey - ack - you - !" He could barely stop laughing long enough to wheeze out, "Uncle!"
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Posted: Mon Mar 26, 2012 8:43 pm
"Hi, yes, me!" Clerise crowed with delight, sitting back on her heels as he gave up.
"Oh man, you have no idea how hard I am filing this information away, bahaha!"
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Posted: Mon Mar 26, 2012 8:46 pm
Jordan sat up, eyeing Clerise with deep paranoia. "I don't suppose I could bribe you to keep that to yourself." Clerise had just discovered a formidable piece of blackmail.
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Posted: Mon Mar 26, 2012 8:56 pm
She clapped her hands together giddily, her grin absolutely cheshire in nature. "Depends on what you have to offer me, strawberry." She wiggled her fingers in what was, theoretically, a very spooky fashion.
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Posted: Tue Mar 27, 2012 8:48 am
Jordan got up and reclaimed his chair with as much dignity as he could manage. "Intermediates get a weekend off per month," he said. "I can get you good chocolate. Or good coffee. Or both."
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Posted: Tue Mar 27, 2012 9:08 am
"I love you," is Clerise's swift and immediate response. She circled around the back of his chair, clasping his shoulders with her hands. "If I knew how I'd write you sonnets."
She rested her chin onto of Jordan's head, grinning contentedly. "MMm. The coffee would be the best. Something that kind of doesn't taste like chocolate and dissipated minipets."
Oh, Julie. Julie, Julie, Julie.
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