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 Posted: Sat Aug 04, 2007 10:15 pm
Tomo nodded and glanced to the door. "I understand." He said with a small smile. "Perhaps we can all take turns taking care of him. We're practically all family, here anyway." He suggested, "There are even kids his age he can play with."
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Posted: Sat Aug 04, 2007 10:21 pm
"I had noticed," Guan said nodding. "That's another reason I'd like him to stay here. Also there is a good chance that he will need to be protected at times. I don't think we should leave him alone much longer," Guan said looking at the door back to the bar area.
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Posted: Sat Aug 04, 2007 10:29 pm
Tomo nodded, "I truly and honestly don't believe there is any safer place than here. Over the past few weeks... it's like the Muffin's alive, somehow. She repels anything evil that tries to touch her. It's like this shield that never weakens... It's already saved our lives." He stood up again and walked towards the door, "As long as he stays within these walls, he'll be safe." He said, opening the door, "I'm afraid I'm very tired. If you have more to talk about, I must apologize, but it'll have to happen tomorrow." He said as he walked to the stairs, "Nice meeting you, Arlen! Enjoy those waffles!"
((I need sleep. I had a long day, today. >w< ))
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Posted: Sat Aug 04, 2007 10:37 pm
((I know how you feel. Talk to you later Tomo))
Guan nodded and followed Tomo out of the kitchen where Arlen was waiting.
"Thanks Mister Tomokazu," he said through a mouthful of waffles, waving at the man with the hand holding his fork.
Sighing Guan sat down next to Arlen and waited for him to finish so he could wash up and they both could get some rest.
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Posted: Sun Aug 05, 2007 6:30 am
((Ted got computer savvy and kicked Ess dee's butt.))
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Posted: Sun Aug 05, 2007 9:20 am
It was quite early the next morning that Vela had arisen, and come down to the bar for a cup of coffee. Thankfully, mugs did not condensate. Ever since, she'd sat at the bar. Only once, she had glanced to the stage, contemplating sitting on it, instead. It was higher up than the floor. She could meditate. But, too much to move. Today, she was wearing somewhat more normal clothes. A floorlength skirt that seemed to cling to her legs, slit up most of the way on the sides clad her legs, as a billowy white shirt clung to her torso. Her hair was down, like it usually was, but today she did not carry her sword.
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Posted: Sun Aug 05, 2007 9:30 am
Sam walked downstairs, looking alert and quite awake. He was dressed in his, now clean, outfit that he wore when he came in. He paused to look at Vela, "Good morning." He said, deciding to make his way over to the stage. It's not like he had anything better to do. "Or rather, afternoon." He murmured more to himself.
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Posted: Sun Aug 05, 2007 9:34 am
Vela's eyes watched him for what she could see, and her eyebrow quirked a tiny bit. Standing only to get another cup of coffee, her movements were those of fluidity and calmness. "Yes." she replied, though not quiet nor loud. It was his own fault if her voice didnt' carry. He was the one walking away.
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Posted: Sun Aug 05, 2007 9:44 am
Sam arched an eyebrow at her actions and rolled his eyes. He wouldn't bother striking up a conversation with such a boring person. Instead, he reflected on what River said. Would it really be safe to see Sophie again? He remembered overhearing Tomokazu say this inn was protected from evil, but he wasn't hiding from evil. Just people who didn't understand. Over the course of the morning, he had made friends with Caradoc and realized he could in fact connect to the internet. He now had a link to Germany's current events. He would know when it was safe for Sophie to come back.
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Posted: Sun Aug 05, 2007 9:49 am
Vela could practically sense his indifference, and it made her a tiny bit smug. At least someone knew how to keep her happy. If... she was in fact happy. It was a little hard to decipher. Sipping at her black coffee, she glared at a piece of white hair which had wandered over her shoulders to dangle in front of her.
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Posted: Sun Aug 05, 2007 9:55 am
Sam suddenly seemed to remember that the only reason he came to the stage in the first place was for someone to talk to. Since said person had moved and he was a bit hungry, he got up and walked behind the bar. "I'm making food. Want some?" He asked, rummaging through the refrigerator. He spotted some bacon and grabbed a few eggs as well.
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Posted: Sun Aug 05, 2007 9:58 am
Watching his movements before she answered, her face did not change. It looked like a mixture of anger and peacefulness. "Not what you are preparing. A pistachio muffin, if there are any." she said, sipping again at her coffee, before setting it back to rest on teh napkin.
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Posted: Sun Aug 05, 2007 10:06 am
Sam set everything on a counter, propping the kitchen door open with a box of pancake mix. He looked around for said muffin and saw a small glass display with several types of muffin. Unfortunately, pistachio was not among them. "There aren't any." Sam said simply with a shrug, "S.O.L." He murmured as he got to work cooking.
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Posted: Sun Aug 05, 2007 10:11 am
Looking at him intently, Vela quirked an eyebrow. "S.O.L.?" she inquired, crossing one leg over the other, and looking at the room around her. There were so many places that urged love and memories aobut this place. Vela would have preferred something much mroe generic. And well stocked.
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Posted: Sun Aug 05, 2007 10:18 am
Sam nodded as he poked the sizzling bacon with his spatula. "s**t out of luck." he said, not looking up from his cooking. "You don't seem to like here, so why are you here?" He asked bluntly, finally looking up to pierce her with his blue stare.
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