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 Posted: Thu Oct 09, 2008 3:23 pm
I do not tell you how to do your work. I would rather you I did not with mine." Caleb replied, pouring the blood into a nearby rubbish bin. A bit angered, but not by much.
However, he was much more enraged.
Being forced to work to save that girl, and he comes in and thinks that he can tell myself what I can and cannot do? He is extremely fortunate he not as annoying as that pest.
Caleb began skimming though various books.
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Posted: Thu Oct 09, 2008 4:40 pm
Lovelace did not reply.
Moé, in a towel, walked by.
"S-Sir? You look angry..."
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Posted: Thu Oct 09, 2008 6:25 pm
"Tell myself what ails you?" Caleb asked, several books were opened infront of him.
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Posted: Fri Oct 10, 2008 12:40 pm
Moé paused.
"Oh! I have a case of the common cold. Incurable, since new strains appear each time you get it. I've had it for a week or two, though, which is odd. Ann told me that she could give me some organic herbal medicine, which my body is used to, but it only helps the symptoms..."
She sneezed rather violently, and then gave a wet, sickly cough.
"I've died from diseases multiple times after being so close to you, but I'm scared that Uncle Lovelace won't be able to save me this time. It's a gut feeling, but..."
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Posted: Fri Oct 10, 2008 1:36 pm
"Symptoms, quickly now." Caleb said, flipping though the pages of a particular book in front of him.
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Posted: Fri Oct 10, 2008 1:40 pm
Moé paused.
"Runny nose, coughing up of various bodily fluids, like phlegm and other stuff I can't describe. Difficulty breathing, liver damage, excess lung mucus. Black tear stains, but those're easy to wipe off. Plugged up ears, exhaustion."
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Posted: Fri Oct 10, 2008 1:45 pm
Caleb stopped turning the pages in the book. "You are free to leave if you must." He turned back on the Bunsen burner.
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Posted: Fri Oct 10, 2008 1:49 pm
Moé nodded, went inside a portal, and then, coming back a mere minute later, there was a arrangement of tiny scars on her back form what appeared to be burns, and large shards of glass were lodged in her back.
She did not seem phased.
"Oh, Chryseis and Salem were there. They hate Kokopelli and Ann. I was caught in the crossfire."
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Posted: Fri Oct 10, 2008 1:53 pm
"Are where?" Caleb asked, looking to her as the liquid in the beaker in bubbled madly.
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Posted: Fri Oct 10, 2008 1:58 pm
Moé blinked.
"Kokopelli lives on a floating island, in solitude."
[[Mr. Lemming is envious.]]
She looked around.
"Ann lives with him, though occasionally they have to leave their home since tons of people are out for their heads."
She counted on her fingers.
"Azrael; Lycoris; Ann's brother; Chryseis; Salem.... and several others. Me and Montblanc are the only ones that encourage them, since Kokopelli got her out of a horrible depression..."
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Posted: Fri Oct 10, 2008 2:04 pm
"I do not even want to know why they are trying to end their lives." Caleb took the steaming beaker off the flame with a bare hand and placed it onto the table
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Posted: Fri Oct 10, 2008 2:06 pm
Moé, who had by now healed her wounds, gave out a light screech.
"S-Sir! You'll melt your hands off!"
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Posted: Fri Oct 10, 2008 2:10 pm
Caleb peeled his hand off of the beaker and examined it by bringing it closer to his face. "...I see nothing wrong."
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Posted: Fri Oct 10, 2008 2:12 pm
Moé wailed.
"It's because you've lost the nerves in your hand , probably!"
She ran over to him, and placed his hand on her face, shrieking slightly.
"It's intolerably hot, Sir!"
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Posted: Fri Oct 10, 2008 2:15 pm
Caleb began to turn to a redish color. "....Forgive myself then."
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