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 Posted: Sat Oct 11, 2008 5:04 pm
Her memories of the past few months foggy, she could only remember one thing-- her mission to save Caleb from the time government was completed.
Due to Bifrost's interference, Moé did not remember anything else, besides running for her life from one of Caleb's alternate personalities, and making Caleb a Victorian clockwork music box.
She would never admit it to him, probably, but if he wondered why she had forgotten something, she would give it to him straight.
It nearly made her cry to realize that, if Caleb had ever confessed to her [besides this show of affection and receptive response to her embrace], Bifrost had made her forget it.
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Posted: Sat Oct 11, 2008 5:09 pm
Caleb looked down to her, seeing her eyes filling with tears. "What ails you now?" He simply asked, unknowing to the Pandora's box he could unleash.
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Posted: Sat Oct 11, 2008 5:12 pm
Moé paused.
"When you're possessed, you remember nothing. I... I was possessed for all the time I was here, Sir."
She stepped back, tears running down her cheeks inaudibly.
"The Moé you knew was a blur between me, Bifrost and my hormones."
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Posted: Sat Oct 11, 2008 5:15 pm
"Then..." Caleb started. "I truly do not know who you are then."
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Posted: Sat Oct 11, 2008 5:21 pm
Moé sniffed.
"M-My name is Moé Kura-Dupin. I am on a contract that banishes me form Hell, and my merest touch can heal the gravest wounds[[She doesn't know that Valentine disabled her healing]]. I am a messiah, though I have searched for you for fourteen years across the three worlds, in thousands of time periods, to give an alibi to my grandmother Mahi."
Her lip quivered.
"I wanted to one day meet you, since I have always been fascinated by your expertise in alchemical science, and I..."
She sobbed.
"I-I've been romantically interested in you since from when I was a mere child. And I know you love a different me, and I merely wish that... that I could fulfill that vision, if it meant you would love me."
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Posted: Sat Oct 11, 2008 5:27 pm
"I know who you are, and your purpose." Caleb replied. ".....But, I am not sure that I can love a person, who, now is a different persona."
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Posted: Sat Oct 11, 2008 5:32 pm
Moé paused.
"I'm sure the old, familiar Moé loved that serial killer persona of yours as well as you, since distinct flashes tell me that she did nothing to harm you, either in the meaning of your physical body or in her mental image of you as a whole. But..."
She made a portal, and faced away from him.
"If you want me to end my mission once and for all, I will leave. Go back home. Let you forget the false me, and let me suffer from my lost first, and only, love."
She took out a gun.
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Posted: Sat Oct 11, 2008 5:44 pm
A pit of regret built in his stomach. "...Please, stay, sh-, you have become a part of myself that I have let go once and was pained for that choice."
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Posted: Sat Oct 11, 2008 5:45 pm
Moé turned around to look at him; she was in the process of raising the gun to her head as he spoke, and now it was suspended in mid-raise.
"I... I want to know everything. Please... tell me..."
She put the gun and portal away.
"N-No."
She looked up at him, tears pooling in her eyes from happiness.
"We... can start new memories, right?"
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Posted: Sat Oct 11, 2008 6:25 pm
"I believe so." Caleb said he approached her. "I am just not sure if who you once were, will be the same as before."
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Posted: Sat Oct 11, 2008 6:28 pm
Moé froze.
"I.... I remember one thing, though, the one thing I made by myself, for you."
She looked up at him.
"A... music box. Am I dreaming, or..."
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Posted: Sat Oct 11, 2008 6:41 pm
"No, you are not." Caleb said. "I still have it as well."
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Posted: Sat Oct 11, 2008 6:44 pm
Moé paused.
"I... would likee to see it. I need to fix something."
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Posted: Sat Oct 11, 2008 7:01 pm
Caleb began to walk again, going up the stairs and into his bedroom, the small black table next to the bed. He picked up the copper covered box and walked back down to her.
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Posted: Sat Oct 11, 2008 7:06 pm
Moé took the box, and using a portal to take the key form his pocket, she opened it to find a bunch of dead regular glass and some cheap laminated baseball cards.
[[the 'gifts'.]]
Moé savagely took out said impostors, and, taking out some quills in a portal and some high-grade/obviously expensive ink bottles, she put them in the box instead.
She looked up at him, nervous on whether or not he'd like it.
"F-From the memories, I remember that you, ah, wrote with q-quills."
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