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 Posted: Fri Nov 21, 2008 1:50 pm
Mr. Skeleton hobbled after him.
"Mr. Drake! The Miss wanted to give this to you."
He held up a small curry-flavored bread.
"Montblanc made it. I assure you it's not bad. Also, Miss said that, although you don't have to eat, it'll give you extra energy."
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Posted: Fri Nov 21, 2008 2:03 pm
Caleb seemed to almost shiver. The liquid continued to drip onto the glass. A small idea spouted into his mind. "...I-If it would not be....such trouble..." Caleb's voice was weak, slightly raspy as well. "I would like to make...amends with....Cami-...-lla." Caleb forced out.
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Posted: Fri Nov 21, 2008 2:07 pm
Mahi paused.
"Sure. Let's bring her out..."
She gave a loud 'ooooooohhhhhhm', and then, linking hands with her, was the ghost of Camilla.
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Posted: Fri Nov 21, 2008 2:29 pm
Caleb looked up, the liquid pouring out of the glass and the salty water onto his skin. "Camilla?"
"...Caleb?" Camilla replied. "I was in a burning inferno, I feel cold, Caleb, did I perish?"
"I am afraid you did...I will you forgive me?"
She looked down to him, and crouched down. "Caleb, I will always forgive you." She came up and kissed the mask on the cheek.
Caleb began to turn red. "I have so found a new love...will you approve of such an action?"
She paused. "Why do you need me to answer such a question?"
"It will help myself, since I think I would need of you permission."
"I would want to meet her, I do not want my doctor to become used."
"I do not think it is possible, will you approve? It would help myself greatly."
"If it would be more the best..." She bit her lip. "I will approve, I know you have made the choice." She gave him another kiss.
"Many blessings....." His beak caressed her cheek as she withdrew.
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Posted: Fri Nov 21, 2008 2:44 pm
Jeremy opened a portal.
"The dead's wishes should be followed."
S/he yanked Moé out of a portal. Moé wasn't suicidal-looking as before, but still felt very uneasy.
[[He yanked her from about christmas eve that year.]]
"I.... I..."
She was shivering.
"I... I always knew this would happen. I... have not the courage to meet her. I would seem a buffoon. She is so pretty, and talented, and I'm a working-class ruffian. I--"
Mahi and Jeremy silenced her, and she looked down at her shoes, horrified and inept-feeling.
"Sir, please forgive me. I'll bring her back if you wish, and rid you of me. I..."
She fell on her knees, her hands up to her face, crying out of shame.
Jeremy and Mahi sighed; not in sympathy, but in dismay over how pathetically subservient she was.
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Posted: Fri Nov 21, 2008 4:44 pm
Camilla, surprised by the sudden appearance of Moé, jumped.
Caleb looked to his student. "That is not what I wish for."
Camilla, quite interested in his new love, walked around her in a circle, her 6'0" body admiring his choice. "...I adore your crimson hair." Camilla said, a warm smile on her face, her eyes reflected it. "If you...leave the good doctor, it will make him truly miserable." She looked at Caleb again. "...I approve. I do believe, both of you....Look quite cute together." She giggled.
Caleb's red color intensified slightly, his mask looked to his student. "...She approves, I am forgiven as well. I will now focus on you with my affection."
Camilla looked back to Moé. "Would you mind if I gave him a kiss goodbye? I promise to ensure it will be short."
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Posted: Fri Nov 21, 2008 4:57 pm
"Thank you.", said William, creaking open his helmet for the second time that day and in centuries. He took a large bite of the bread, and with crumbs spraying from his mouth, said,"Tell Miss Mocha I said 'Thank you' as well."[[Somebody's lost their manners in the last few centuries]]
After swallowing the mouthful of bread, he said,"Miss Mocha said she had a suite for me. Could you show me where it is?"
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Posted: Fri Nov 21, 2008 6:32 pm
Moé nodded, a mere 5'5'', lying on her knees; she was blushing from the attention, and felt a bit self-conscious, as she was wearing her skimpier welding outfit.
"It is not my place to deny you, M-Miss. And it's the purpose of my life to make him happy. If Granma didn't--"
Mahi yanked at Moé's ear.
"Hush, Moé. No more of your idealistic foolishness."
"I-I'm sorry, Granma. Please don't l-leave me to the spirits again."
"You're legal age tomorrow."
"Th-That's not what I meant, I hate a-... alcohol."
[[sooooo cute.]]
~*~
Mr. Skeleton dodged the crumbs, and pointed to a nearby room.
"It's right there."
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Posted: Fri Nov 21, 2008 9:00 pm
"...I believe you are completing that purpose well then." Camilla replied. "Thank you, Moé is it?" She crouched slightly. "...Take care of him for me," She went closer to Moé's ear. "He is a hassle, I know, but, he does love you, greatly, I can tell." She whispered into her ear.
Caleb watched the conversation attentively, the pain in his chest slowly fading.
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Posted: Sat Nov 22, 2008 4:52 am
Moé, grateful that Camilla didn't hate her, wrapped her arms around Camilla in a hug, but she didn't whisper.
[[It IS possible for her to interact with spirits. At least three have been in her head, after all.]]
"...You're honored in textbooks, Miss. You saved Earth by dying, since Sir killed your murderers, and Earth is fine now, since your murderers would've killed so many more. It's thriving, and the land is only ravaged by disease harming those who are lascivious, Miss. It's sad that there is disease, but it's to lessen the population, since there's a huge surplus of Earth children. But we always forget the bad things by thinking about good memories and friends, right? That's what I think. "
She pouted.
"But what do I know? I'm a golem homunculi forged from different parts of my family members, and trained to be safe on the streets, due to that 14-year-long trek of mine across three worlds. I am an artificially, asexually-produced Child of God. I'm no philosopher. I just happened to form a personality."
She took out a small red vial, but showed it only to Camilla, whispering.
"I... I am the cure to Sir's disease, and although I offer it to him, I know that he just wishes to find it for himself. I will always do what I can to help by respecting his wishes, and staying my distance when he works. I have to cook, clean and run my weird business, after all, heh..."
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Posted: Sat Nov 22, 2008 8:55 am
"...I have heard of....madder subjects." She eyed the vial. "What is wrong with...your doctor? He cannot get sick or diseased." Se whispered back to Moé, slightly nervous.
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Posted: Sat Nov 22, 2008 9:00 am
Moé was still whispering.
"I do not wish to worry you. His flesh has atrophied a lot over the years. He's working on it, and I could easily bring him back to life, should he not find it in time."
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Posted: Sat Nov 22, 2008 9:19 am
Camilla let a small gasp leave her body. "...That is terrible." Her eyes looked at Moé's once again. "...Please, ensure that he finds it by himself." Camilla green eyes gave a comforting feeling. Her dress began to melt into blue and white colored smoke. "....I do believe my welcome has faded...May I give him once last kiss goodbye? I promise to make short."
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Posted: Sat Nov 22, 2008 9:22 am
Moé nodded.
"I already said that I had no qualms about such, Miss."
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Posted: Sat Nov 22, 2008 9:34 am
"Farewell." Camilla broke away from Moé. Walking to Caleb, her dress and even some of her body, noted by the lightly tanned flesh colored smoke that dissipating with her along with the blue and white smoke. She leaned up to Caleb. "Keep her safe, love her as you loved me, I know she is all you have." She whispered before she kissed the mask.
Caleb began to turn red again. "...Farewell, many blessing for what you have given myself." Caleb watched her attentively.
Camilla looked back to Moé and then to Caleb. She closed hers eyes, and melted away into blue, white, and peach colored smoke completely, the smoke danced as with itself as it faded into the air.
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