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 Posted: Mon Jun 05, 2017 11:47 pm
With a boom of laughter himself, Bjorn let the weapon disappear. "Life is never fair, little one," he said as he leaned over and scooped them both up—America first as she was still the princess, Maebe second and mostly to help her to her feet unless she was inclined to take a shoulder again. "Neither is making me worry so. Now, apologize to Maebe for the fall and tell me exactly what you were up to this time." lizbot bc im v lazy and on phone...
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Posted: Tue Jun 06, 2017 12:01 am
"Damn right," America muttered in response to the dangerous specimen comment. She rolled her eyes as she was lifted up, but that didn't stop the so-called princess from latching on with affectionate possessiveness. "Sorry for making you fall, Maebe!" There was a bit too much cheerfulness in there at the idea of making Maebe do anything, possibly especially fall down. "I was doing some reconnaissance." medigel america is the magician arcana im the lazy arcana nio love she looks 10-12ish and is about 21 in human years
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Posted: Tue Jun 06, 2017 12:18 am
When America was picked up off of her, she could feel her thighs pop back into shape, and she climbed up onto the offered arm with just as much glee as America showed at having fallen on her. She grinned a toothy, knowing grin when the girl apologized, and then looked at the basket she'd fallen out of. "Reconnaissance on what? Famine have nothing to hide. Is there something nasty afoot that could possibly end in some kind of tragedy or destruction?" Now it was her turn to sound too happy about the kinds of things she was talking about.
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Posted: Tue Jun 06, 2017 11:38 am
"Hmm..." The guardian's form rumbled in thought as he turned and whisked them up the stairs. "Famine are very tricksy in that manner, always tinkering in the natural and unnatural. But is it for humans...or for us?" he asked, suddenly dramatic. "What did you find, little one?"
lizbot oh look im on a compu the lazy went away
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Posted: Tue Jun 06, 2017 3:11 pm
"About Famine? I'm still figuring it out," she announced, giving Maebe the stink eye. "But I did find out you call people gross frou frou names." There was a definite sulk accompanying this accusation.
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Posted: Tue Jun 06, 2017 7:52 pm
"Did you just call me tricksy, sweet Bjorn?" Maebe hums out, a very fake thread of insult coloring her words. "I've never done a trick in my life. Only treats." This was a lie, of course. She stuck her tongue out at America when receiving the stink eye. America's youthful petulance sang to her in a familiar tone, like she was looking in a mirror. A younger, more innocent mirror. She enjoyed playing the game. "I would apologize, but I'm really not sorry. I love our boy, little one. You know I can't help myself around him."
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Posted: Tue Jun 06, 2017 8:17 pm
With another boom of laughter, Bjorn gave America a gentle squeeze. "When you eavesdrop on other horsemen, young conqueror, there will be things you do not want to hear," he told her, unapologetic. "That is a risk of the job you undertake so much."
And it was a game he and Maebe played, just as he often pretended with and encouraged America in theirs. But then, he thought, he knew this wasn't as made up as he and the scavenger acted. He could tell himself yes, our boy was nothing more than a nickname, a pleasing title...Or was that another trick? Understanding Maebe was like reading a book in a language he only faintly understood.
It was probably best to steer the conversation away from something awkward. For the children, you see.
"Are either of you in the mood for food?" Bjorn asked. In this universe or the next, food was always the solution to him. "I was thinking of roasting one of the wild eons I have caught in my traps with some new spices I bought."
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Posted: Wed Jun 07, 2017 10:51 pm
"I GET THE BEST ONE!" America called dibs after responding to Maebe's tongue with a silent vomiting pantomime of her own. Maebe may not be able to help herself but she better not help herself to what was America's.
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Posted: Wed Jun 07, 2017 11:16 pm
"Are you saying that you don't think Bjorn will be able to roast the eons in equal measures of perfection, America? Mmm, ruuuude." She bit her tongue and grinned, clearly entertained as hell with their childish game of 'who loves Bjorn best'. "I could go for some food." Maebe told Bjorn, patting her hollow stomach playfully. She rested her head on his shoulder, and her body seemed to fit against all the curves of his arm just right. "I found (read: stole) a bottle of mothwine down in one of the lower levels, it's in my room right now. We could pick it up if you think it would go nicely with roast eon."
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Posted: Thu Jun 08, 2017 12:15 am
Moths didn't sound particularly appeasing, but wine certainly did. Especially the free kind. Bjorn made a U turn, careful not to slide either of his riders against the walls of the stairwell, and jogged in earnest once they were back on Famine's floor. "I will give you each your own, then," he compromised cheerfully. "They are small things, too small to share. But I should be forcing you to drink water tonight," he added to America, attempting to be Authoritative Parent for a moment. "You all but ran away from me again." Well. Somewhat. Last night's events weren't exactly clear, but waking up separated was close enough.
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Posted: Thu Jun 08, 2017 12:25 am
"Just because I've no wings, doesn't mean I don't need to fly," America stated with an air of great wisdom. It was a tone she often took after getting caught.
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Posted: Thu Jun 08, 2017 12:29 am
Maebe opened her mouth, but shut it again. She couldn't even argue with that - America made a very nice point. Even if it was just to get out of being in trouble, and worrying Bjorn. America was so lucky. It must feel nice to have someone wish to take care of you, and worry when you're gone. Bjorn worried over her too, but, not like family would. She didn't know what family felt like. She worried at her lower lip, silent as her thoughts kept her busy while they talked.
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