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 Posted: Mon Oct 13, 2008 2:26 pm
Caleb threw the heavy metal device at the wall that the door was attached to, expecting something fantastic to happen....
But nothing did.
The copper cylinder hit the wall, then fell and hit the ground, not even damaging the wall.
"I do not understand."
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Posted: Mon Oct 13, 2008 2:32 pm
Moé loaded the gun, and then, opening a window, shot a few geese in the heart with one shot.
She ran outside, then back inside, holding the geese.
"I'm no conniseur, but I cook pretty well..."
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Posted: Mon Oct 13, 2008 2:41 pm
Caleb crouched and peered the odd machine used to kill the geese. "...I must examine it."
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Posted: Mon Oct 13, 2008 4:14 pm
Moé handed him a gun that shot only rubber bullets, so he wouldn't hurt himself. She smiled sweetly, encouraging his curiosity.
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Posted: Mon Oct 13, 2008 4:58 pm
Caleb examined every inch of the item. He placed his hand onto the handle, his pointer finger onto the trigger. He peeked down the barrel before holding it upright. "Is this how the contraption is..." His finger slipped on the trigger. A blaze orange rubber cylinder came out of the gun and bounced off a wall. "...Used?"
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Posted: Mon Oct 13, 2008 5:03 pm
Moé nodded.
"And you take out the barrel..."
She placed her hands on his somewhat reluctantly, but gave a hands-on-approach to it.
"And here's the hammer, and you pull that down before the trigger..."
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Posted: Mon Oct 13, 2008 5:11 pm
Caleb did so. He pulled on the trigger again and the contraption pumped out another rubber cylinder. "....I do not care for this device." He changed his hand position, now holding it by its long slide part and he held it out to her.
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Posted: Tue Oct 14, 2008 12:28 pm
Moé nodded and took it.
"It's sad, really. I'm an expert on those, I could've taught you..."
She nuzzled his neck.
"Though... I'm sure I'd prefer your teaching..."
She lightly kissed his neck, though the love behind it was anything but light.
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Posted: Tue Oct 14, 2008 2:44 pm
"It seems like a tool that would not take much skill to use in order to kill." Caleb responded as he began to turn red.
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Posted: Thu Oct 16, 2008 12:41 pm
Moé laughed kindly.
"Anyone can shoot someone! That's why they lock away guns and keep them from children. But I kill with expedient finesse, so that I can do what I want with as few bullets as possible."
She paused, and then leaned up and kissed him several times.
"Sir... I wish I was anywhere near as skilled as you, though..."
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Posted: Thu Oct 16, 2008 1:40 pm
Caleb turned to a soft shade of pink. "I believe you have accomplished more than myself."
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Posted: Thu Oct 16, 2008 1:44 pm
Moé shook her head.
"I mean in general. You are an accomplished man of science-- I looked at your seat in Hell, should you ever die, and you're up there with Flamel. You also adapt to any situation, have a wonderful curiosity, and don't let insignificant things bother you."
She hugged him, and lightly buried her head in his chest so that her words would be muffled.
"And you don't really concentrate on it as much as others, but you st-sti-still l-look... really good..."
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Posted: Thu Oct 16, 2008 1:58 pm
"..." Caleb turned from pink to red. "I am simply wearing this robe to protect myself from the hazards that could end my life."
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Posted: Thu Oct 16, 2008 2:02 pm
Moé shook her head.
"I-I-I meant, I meant... I meant that, o-overall, with or w-w-without your robe, y-you're... I-I mean, I've never seen you w-without your robe, b-but I won't a-ask to, and I, uh... I-I think you look v-very good, regard... l-less."
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Posted: Thu Oct 16, 2008 2:06 pm
"You are not making any logical sense." Caleb said, his mask pointing down to her.
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