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 Posted: Sat Jul 28, 2007 9:04 am
Baizou studied her for a few moments before turning her head to kiss her, "I will always be here for you." He reminded her, holding her protectively as if fighting away her worries with his body. He leaned against the wall so they were more comfortable and propped his feet up on the booth seat.
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Posted: Sat Jul 28, 2007 7:28 pm
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Posted: Sat Jul 28, 2007 7:29 pm
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Posted: Sat Jul 28, 2007 7:29 pm
((It's working again!!! Hooray!!!))
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Posted: Sat Jul 28, 2007 7:55 pm
The woman formerly known as Lady Crystal sat delicately on Richard's bed, sobbing quietly.
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Posted: Sat Jul 28, 2007 7:56 pm
Richard's room was neat except for his desk. Books stacked high all around it, the man seemed to have been working on something.
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Posted: Sat Jul 28, 2007 8:00 pm
((*Scratch that*)) Richard closed the door behind him, concern etched in his feature. "Crystal...please...I still don't know what's wrong..." He said softly, sitting next to her, hugging her to him. It made him miserable to see her so upset, damn near broke his heart.
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Posted: Sat Jul 28, 2007 8:08 pm
"I'm not real," she sobbed, leaning on Richard she felt extraordinarily light. "Crystal made me up to try and kidnap Arlen. Then Lily split me from her but I'm still just a fake person. Nothing I remember ever happened."
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Posted: Sat Jul 28, 2007 8:19 pm
Richard blinked once, then again, still holding her. "Shh...memories of here are real...aren't they? I'm real..." He whispered, rocking slightly. "None of that is your fault though...you're an innocent...not a fake... Crystal...I'm so sorry..." He said, kissing her on her forehead softly. "Have you considered Crystal...that perhaps you are looking at this the wrong way?"
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Posted: Sat Jul 28, 2007 8:23 pm
"Don't call me that," the girl pleaded. "How else am I to look at it? I'm a fake person, a vicious lie!"
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Posted: Sat Jul 28, 2007 8:31 pm
"How can that be so? It's not your fault...you aren't fake. How can you tell me so? What you knew to be your past was false, what you thought you were here to do was false, but you are not some kind of robot. You're an intelligent, beautiful and caring person...you're past doesn't really affect that...does it? And now...you can do anything, be anything you want to. As scary as that might seem, as horrible as knowing what you thought was true is not, you're free. And what may I call you...a name is just a name, after all..." Richard finished finally, holding her at arm's length for a moment, frost eyes looking at hers. "What do I call you, and what do you intend to do now?"
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Posted: Sat Jul 28, 2007 8:36 pm
"Really?" she asked uncertainly and then became a bit more solid seeming. "So I could be with you?" she asked hopefully before flushing. "I don't know. I just don't want to be associated with that vile woman anymore."
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Posted: Sat Jul 28, 2007 8:45 pm
Richard went a tad red as well, but he was smiling. "Of course you can. I love you mi'dear. More than anything." He said confidently, nodding. "Of course you don't...I'll never see you as her...you were a victim mi'dear...more deserving of happiness than she ever was...understand?" He said, serious. Richard wasn't going to say anything yet, not while she was this upset. He was having a ring made though...and perhaps some time in the future... "You gave me a scare earlier though...I thought you were leaving..." He admitted, another dazzling smile.
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Posted: Sat Jul 28, 2007 8:52 pm
The girl teared up again. "I thought you would want to be rid of me," she sobbed as she fell against Richard's chest and sobbed loudly. "I'm sorry Richard. I'm so sorry."
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Posted: Sat Jul 28, 2007 10:03 pm
"Yep, once more, an uneventful night at the Muffin... No client ell... no deliveries to receive... no one to throw out due to inappropriate behavior.... why'd I ever retire from my old job...?" He looked at the ceiling, throwing and catching a baseball. He never really wanted to mention his old job, because his face used to be on every wanted poster in Durem due to his job, becoming an enemy in the eyes of many of the city's inhabitants, but a hero to Aekeans.
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