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 Posted: Tue Jan 02, 2007 12:37 am
Samantha, utterly amused by everything, let Angel hop off to wherever she liked. Straightening, she dusted off her skirt and adjusted her glasses, peering curiuosly, though still reserved, over at the stranger. She hoped he didn't mind attention, because he had certainly caused quite a bit of it. "Hello. I'm Samantha West," she said, small smile still in place, tilting her head to one side as she studied the other.
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Posted: Tue Jan 02, 2007 12:54 am
Whispering to one another, as if he couldn't see or hear them. Huh. Still, the man didn't seem discouraged by it, nor by the empty greetings. No, he understood. Everyone was cordial, but none of them knew if they really meant it yet. Not everyone was easy to win over, he had to remind himself. Not even he was wearing his heart on his sleeve today. Of course, that didn't mean he wasn't going to be friendly. He rather envied the rabbit at the moment, though.
"I heard you the first time you mentioned it," He told Samantha, winking. His back straightened as he folded his legs neatly beneath him, obviously not minding the grass. Hell, it'd been a while since he'd been out of the city. It was good to feel something organic in the way of plants beneath him. As the Portuguese woman curtsied, he placed his hand by his sides and bowed his upper body forward somewhat. It wasn't entirely proper when he was sitting, but oh well. "Meeting lovely ladies is always a pleasure. So. You all are in the LOTUS organization? As you've probably guessed, I'm new. How many more agents are there?" If he had to entertain them all at once, might as well give them a question anyone could answer.
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Posted: Tue Jan 02, 2007 12:59 am
Eponine's mind raced and buzzed as she took in the situation. It was a nightmare, like that night at the Training Room: humans, humans, everywhere.
Should she say something to Sam? Or to Faustus? Would they be offended, and possibly suspicious, if she ignored them? Estrelas would probably think bad of her then, too. But they were obviously not paying attention to her, so it might be rude (and as so, suspicious) if she said something to them now, and interupt their conversation.
Eponine was seized with fear as another question was put out into the air. Was it directed at her? Or Estrelas, or Sam? Or even Angel. Maybe he came from a time in which rabbits were expected to talk. That would be either very far past or very far future. Eponine decided to risk an answer, straining to sound casual as she continued to pet Angel's little head. "What else would we be doing here? Let's see, there's Shane, Moira, us three...should we count Shee and Wraith? I don't know any others, what about you guys?" Perfect. Direct the attention to Sam and Estrelas.
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Posted: Tue Jan 02, 2007 1:04 am
Estrelas was just about as nervous as Eponine. She would have liked Fautus to be a lady- oh, that would have made things so much easier! But men.. Men were dirty, men were sly, men were...! Her suspicions were confirmed when he played charming and bowed. Ah-hah, he was probably up to something, playing charming so that.. So that... Something!
She unconsciously shifted a bit further back, then leaned down to pet Angel's rump. "Well-ll... Yahhh, there's... Ah think there's a Scottish gurl, Laurel? Ah neva met her before..."
Angel lay down on the grass like a queen, demanding attention and pets. Oh, rabbits were so simple..
"Hey, 'Pa-nine, yar coat is ragged, here, let me sew this part up!" she exclaimed overly-enthusiastically as she grabbed the hem of Eponine's long coat and started to stitch the ragged end. Yes, divert attention to Eponine and Samantha.
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Posted: Tue Jan 02, 2007 1:06 am
Sam was once again struck by how... how nervous she seemed to be, especially around more than one person. Samantha, always seeking to soothe and put others at least, placed a light hand on the other's shoulder for a moment. "Don't be so jittery," she murmurd with a genuine smile, before turning to the new comer. "It's nice to meet you, Faustus. I'm sure Angel- the bunny- would agree as well, if you had a treat or some such thing to bring her next time you visited."
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Posted: Tue Jan 02, 2007 1:17 am
If anything, Eponine was even more jittery - she literally jumped at the touch of the Sam's hand on her shoulder. Next thing she knew Estrelas was attacking her coat viciously. Eponine backed away, waving her hands in a negative at her seamstress friend: "Ah, no, Estrelas - really - it's fine - really - "
Ugh. Everyone was talking to her, everyone was touching her, there were TWO strangers - if Eponine could get migraines, she would have gotten one right then and there.
AND she still had to act normal.
Which prompted her next supplement to the conversation, desperately trying to ignore her paranoia and Estrelas' attention to her coat hem. "I'm sure if you scratch Angel around the neck, she'll be just as grateful," she said while smiling in a friendly, normal manner.
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Posted: Tue Jan 02, 2007 1:22 am
"So..." Faustus couldn't do math in his head. His fingers were sprawled out in the grass beside him, unobtrusively bending as he ticked off a name mentioned. Luckily he could count all the members with them. "Seven of us? Not counting the boss and the other one. Guess its a new place...? How long have you all been here?"
He turned his head towards Sam, nodding. "Danke. Angel, huh?" His eyes narrowed quietly at the rabbit, wounded hand twitching. "Apt. Well, I can't have one of the agents angry at me, can I?" He joked, not willing to reach out and pet her yet. He unfolded his legs when they began to fall asleep, boredly leaning forward to stretch the muscles out.
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Posted: Tue Jan 02, 2007 1:13 pm
Estrelas tied off the knot and snapped the thread a centimeter away from the site of her repairs.
"Ahh, no, eet's better now, ah?" Estrelas smlied at Eponine. "You cun't have your coat ripping."
Angel narrowed her eyes right back at Faustus and retreated a few hops closer to Samantha. Estrelas observed with a blank eye, saying, "We-ll, Ah never seen Angel like this before, she normally loves people. May-be eet's because you nearly fell on her, sah?"
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Posted: Tue Jan 02, 2007 1:52 pm
Samantha blinked in surprise when Angel made her way over to her, and found herself sitting upon the ground, her legs curled up on one side of her body as she held a hand out to the little bunny. "Oh, dear one, I'm sure he didn't mean it." She smiled at the little rabbit, and looked more like her 19 years of age than she had the entire time they had been there. "And he didn't actaully hurt you, did he?" She smiled over at Faustus. "You just gave her a scare, was all. Is your hand alright?"
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Posted: Tue Jan 02, 2007 9:57 pm
"She's right," Faustus told Angel with a slight nod of his head. Great, now he was speaking with rabbits? He'd always liked animals, but he wasn't ever really good with them. Not as far back as he could remember, anyway. "Es tut mir leid, Engel." Sorry, Angel. The man drew in air slowly, allowing himself to lay back in the grass. Some nagging voice in the back of his mind was telling him not to get his coat dirty- he ignored it.
One golden brow arched at the American's question, and it occurred to him that he was bringing up the wounded hand to lick it. He caught himself, however, turning his hand over to study it instead. "A little itchy, but I'm fine." It wasn't bleeding or anything. The arm flopped across his chest comfortably, eyes lifted skywards. "It's nice here," He noted, shifting one arm behind his head. "Probably a good place for a party. Just what were you ladies planning to do here, anyway?"
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Posted: Tue Jan 02, 2007 10:01 pm
"The old thing was already ripped! I'll have to get a new one, anyways, this ragged bat wing has been with me since - " Eponine nearly said my manufacturation date, until she remembered that fell into classification of weird. Then she considered my birth date, but it was also weird to have an adult trenchcoat since babyhood. So best not say anything at all, just smile at Estrelas.
For some reason, Eponine felt slightly sad that Angel didn't like Faustus. It was like a mark that he was not yet a true LOTUS member - although Angel certainly was no Wraith. And Angel had accepted her, the one not even human! Eponine scooted over to sit next to Sam, her hand returning to Angel's ears, as she replied to the man, "There are probably more than seven...I'm not exactly a social type. I've been here for..." she did a quick calculation in her head "...153 days. For most of that time, I've been exploring the place, although we do have missions, and once a Halloween party."
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Posted: Tue Jan 02, 2007 10:39 pm
Sam smiled over at Eponine, when she came to sit next to her, and continued to soothe the young bunny, who could clearly hold a grudge, when pushed to. The American made a mental note to never cross the little white animal. "Woher kommen Sie?" she asked, the question directed at Faustus. It felt odd to use the formal declention, but as she didn't know him very well yet... She heard a word or two of German from him, and his accent, however slight, led her to believe he was a from a German-speaking country. Perfect. Sam had been speaking German since she was about ten.
{Warning: Most of my translations will come from Babblefish, as my German and French, personally, aren't that good. >.>;}
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Posted: Wed Jan 03, 2007 12:37 am
"Wow, Miss Eponine, that's pretty... approximate." Faustus announced, probably not meaning it in the way she'd think of it. Really, sometimes he couldn't even remember his own age, much less how long he was employed. "That's... half a year?" Less, but it was close! What were about fifty days anyway... "It must be really memorable here." So maybe he had chosen right in coming here?
He turned his head as Sam spoke, the golden strands quick to seek the grass and partially obscure his eyes. Shame on him for not taking a closer look at her- she could speak a more comfortable dialect to him! Was she Russian, perhaps? Something about her accent, though... "Ich komme..." Should he lie? He knew he must be German, but as to his province or city... "Ich komme aus Deutschland, aber ich weiß nicht wo. Ich erinnere mich nicht. Die Zeit. Der Platz." A small smile was given, reassuring. He was getting used to the fact he didn't know who he was. "Und woher kommen Sie, Fräuline?" His accent was native to the language, certainly, now that he'd sunken into it; clipped endings, 'r' in the back of his throat or flipped against the roof of his mouth.
((Does anyone need me to translate? Hopefully my grammar is well off xP I'm a third-year German student.))
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Posted: Wed Jan 03, 2007 12:46 am
{I'm only second year. And while I am pretty good with languages myself, I'm not that grand. X3 It translates fine on babblefish, so don't worry. <3}
Samantha's brow furrowed as she listened to him speak, a surge of sympathy going through her when he finished up. Sincerely, she said, "Ich bin so traurig, das zu hören. Das ist wirklich zu schlecht. Gibt es, das alles, konnte LOTOS in der LageSEIN zu tun, um zu helfen?" Absently she stroked Angel's ears, finding the motion soothing, for both herself and the bunny.
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Posted: Wed Jan 03, 2007 1:08 pm
((Well, no Japanese or Thai translations needed, so I'm not of much use!))
Estrelas nudged Angel. "Ah am sorry, Angel doesn't appear to like men much... Ah mean, she dun like Mista Sain too much but his sista's fine," she offered.
Angel flopped over on her belly, stretching out to twice her previous length. She gazed around at the humans, as if saying, Yes, I am a queen you see, now pet me or else I shall make you rue it by snapping at you!
"Ahhh, but eef the trader sold you eet so ragged, why did you buy it?" she scolded in a friendly manner.
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