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 Posted: Sat Apr 07, 2007 8:25 pm
The little imp’s comment stopped Sasha, mouth open, eyebrow raised. If he could see himself right now, he would be ashamed of just how strange he looked. “No, I am not a dragon.” There was a confused tone in his voice, something that had never been there for anyone other than Hansi. Of course, this tone may have been more directed at himself, for he had no clue why he had answer Russom. It was like congratulating a young child on being right. “I would think it would be very interesting to be one, and it does give me ideas for later…” Now Sasha was getting off-topic. The effects from the event definitely hadn’t worn off yet.
It was at that time Hansi finally decided to make an appearance, for the yelling form inside the shop had intrigued him. Now that both of them were a lot closer (and he had made himself closer), he made a flying leap toward Leran, but instead of latching to him like he normally would, he just landed in front of him. “Oh, you definitely don’t know Hansi very well. I know secrets. You know, the secrets I was talking about before. And Hansi could tell those secrets, and Sascha…well, it would be no good.” He was, of course, referring to when Leran and he were discussing how well he kept secrets at the event.
After the sudden motion from Hansi, Miki-chan was now clinging to the lunatic’s sleeve, cursing him for doing that without warning him. He was trying to talk to people, and he had just been made a fool. He quickly climbed back to the shoulder, but he made sure to sit down this time, holding on to Hansi’s hair in case he did it again. If Hansi made Miki-chan angry again, he would know it… After he thought that was taken care of, his attention went back to Vega and Asta.
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Posted: Sat Apr 07, 2007 8:34 pm
Gave him ideas? For a split second, Leran remembered where he was, and that he did NOT want to make these people angry, because they were.... they were... whatever it was they were... And Leran was about ready to give in, but some idiot was suddenly in his face.
Leran flailed backwards a little, but stopped himself from tripping on the table and its contents behind him. He let out a breath, not at all following Hansi, "WHAT are you talking about? Leave us alone! This has nothing to do with you and whatever secrets you have, unless it helps me get this thing," he pointed a thumb at Russom, "back to where it belongs and convinces THAT man," he pointed at Sasha, "That losing a second heart was both of ya'll's fault!!"
Russom let out an asperated sigh, "What other heart are you talking about?"
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Posted: Sat Apr 07, 2007 8:45 pm
"Hansi?"
Vega turned as Asta pulled his ear to guide his head to turn towards Hansi. Just by looking at him, he was a bit unsafe. BUT, as Vega thought in the first place, he was unsafe from the start. He let out a large sigh, and walked over to Hansi, ready to ask questions. Vega's attitude was calm, but determined to find out why this mean devil of an imp was sent to him.
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Posted: Sat Apr 07, 2007 8:46 pm
“Hansi has no idea what hearts you’re talking about.” He stared at Leran blankly for a few moments before tilting his head, still giving him a blank look. “If it has nothing to do with me, how can it be my fault? It must have something to do with me if I did it.” Yes, Hansi could make sense. This means there is definitely something wrong here. Something very wrong. And it had nothing to do with the angry little imp on his shoulder, who was fuming because Hansi had pulled him into the store, away from the person with whom he was conversing.
“I think your imp has issues,” Sasha put in, still giving Russom the same odd stare as before. The statement was rude but at least the tone was not. Of course, he was still using the same baffled tone as before, but it wasn’t rude. “There is no place that imp belongs, at least not now. You have to get rid of him yourself.” One may wonder how Sasha was calmly taking the whole heart comment, but it was probably because he was paying too much attention to Russom. “And as I said, I am willing to use some of my own money to buy a new dragon heart. I just want to get back some of it.”
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Posted: Sat Apr 07, 2007 9:02 pm
"It has everything to do with you, because you gave me the imp," Leran snapped at Hansi before turning to Sasha, "Look, man, I'm some sixteen year old kid. I don't have a job and I just spent all my money on gifts for the family. So if you give me some time, I'll pay something back, but I can't do it now, and you'll just have to deal with it. Next time sale and send something safer and lock up the expensive things that kids might mistakes for snacks!"
"And *I* am not a goat! What is wrong with you?" Russom turned and stared back at Sasha, "If he gets rid of me, I'm haunting you because you taught him how."
Yes, it was blame Sasha and Hansi day.
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Posted: Sat Apr 07, 2007 9:08 pm
"Alright, keep your cool."
Vega said to himself to prevent from freaking out. He walked into the shop, trying to catch Hansi.
Asta sighed, strengthening her grip on him as he paced faster.
"Don't do something stupid."
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Posted: Sat Apr 07, 2007 9:15 pm
Hansi was too busy messing with Leran to pay attention to Vega, but Miki-chan was watching him, even craning his head to look at him. “I’d stay out of this if I were you,” he whispered, though it was probably still pretty loud by imp standards.
“It is locked up. The magic around it just does not affect imps, for I did not believe I needed to guard against them.” At least Leran was being a bit more reasonable now, but it still wasn’t enough for Sasha. Things rarely are good enough for him. “I would prefer if it was paid off quickly. If you do not have the money, I would not mind if you worked off the debt rather than pay in cash. I think someone your age could at least do that.” He then shifted his eyes toward the imp. “If he got rid of you, you would just be gone. You cannot haunt someone if you no longer exist.”
“And Hansi wouldn’t let that happen, though… Hansi likes imps! He doesn’t want them to get hurt.” Sasha may not have a heart, but at least Hansi does…
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Posted: Sat Apr 07, 2007 9:19 pm
Vega heard Miki-chan, and sighed.
"I need to ask questions, I'm not sure why I got this imp from a box. I came all the way here to find answers. I'm not gonna turn back and just leave."
He said calmly. Vega was always on the spot when it came to business, and currently, this was Vega's busines, at least, he thought so.
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Posted: Sat Apr 07, 2007 9:23 pm
"What? Work?" Leran was genuinely surprised. Then doubly surprised, "For YOU? Uuuh.. I.. don't think so...You can handle a little loss for a little while. Shoot, I'll even return those masks so you can resale them if that makes you feel any better."
Much more reasonable now that he was faced with the choice of having to deal with these anamolies day in and day out....
Russom glared, "Things come back. Things always come back." The little guy had no idea how much truth was in his words in this partiular area of town. He didn't mean anything other than the fact that he was suspicious and fully believed in the hauntings, "I will not disappear. I will choose you."
"Choose him now," Leran insisted, "I don't---"
"SHUTUP!"
Leran jumped, "Ow...that was my ear..."
Russom trembled, "Don't say it! Don't ever say it!"
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Posted: Sat Apr 07, 2007 9:33 pm
“Ya got ‘er ‘cause Hansi jus’ wanted to send boxes ta people. It’s as simple as that,” Miki-chan replid quickly, still keeping his voice low and out of the way of the argument. This whole dragon heart thing had nothing to do with him, and he wanted nothing to do with it. It was easier to stay out of it.
Of course, what Russom said was probably true, and Sasha knew it, too. It would be more aggravating than anything if it were to happen, but he would figure out a way around it. He would prefer not having to do that, though, and would much prefer just pleasing them. His pride would never allow him to lose to Leran, so that was never going to happen… “Those would not cover it. Besides, it would be more of working with me rather than for me. Lucas just requires orders in order to function.” That was rather true, for Sasha put in just as much effort as Lucas if not more. He needed help, though he would never admit it, and even though he would always see Leran as inferior, he knew treating him that way all the time would only lead to his loss… He messed this up already, but that was beside the point…
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Posted: Sat Apr 07, 2007 9:36 pm
If it was one thing that was one of Vega's personality downsides, it was that he was stubborn when he needed something, or mainly wanted. Another down, which was an up, was he was over-persistent. Vega wasn't giving up, but Asta objected.
"Miki-chan's right, don't waste your time."
Vega shook his head, and marched over to Hansi.
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Posted: Sat Apr 07, 2007 9:45 pm
Leran was completely thrown by the idea of working for this man. On one hand, the idea was entirely appalling. On the other hand... Well, he could see if he was really abusive or murderous, or just...just...some maniac genius or something... He didn't know, but at least he might get answers to his questions.
He didn't think that he'd probably just get more questions.
Leran shrugged, "It was a stupid piece of red fabric, how could it be worth more than some masks?"
"Did you not HEAR him, Giant?" Russom demanded, "It was a dragon's heart. Drag-on. Big difference!"
"There's no such thing as a dragon!"
Russom gave Leran another scrunched up face, entirely disbelieving, "Have you lived with dwarves all your life or something?"
Leran sighed, "There's no such thing as little men either. I'd have to ask my parents."
Russom looked at himself, "Giant, you have some serious issues."
That comment just made Leran look defeated, "Sure, make fun of the sane one..." He muttered.
"I DID, what more do you want? For me to say HOW I'll haunt him?"
Leran rubbed his temples, "Nevermind," He looked up at Sasha, "Parents, ok? I'll talk to them and let you know what they say."
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Posted: Sat Apr 07, 2007 9:57 pm
“Fine, get involved in their quarrel, as long as it doe’n’t involve me I don’t care,” the little imp grumbled, ruffling his hair. This was why he didn’t like humans. They never listened. He prodded Hansi a few times in the ear. Even though it was so close to Miki-chan’s mouth this whole time, he knew the crazy had never actually heard the conversation. He was too busy enjoying the argument to pay attention.
“Eh?” And of course the pulling of his ear got his attention, though Hansi had no clue as to why Miki-chan had redirected his gaze to some other guy whom he found less interesting than the argument. Of course he had forgotten he had seen him before, but he did recognize the imp as one of the ones in the boxes. “Imp!” But he really had very little to say about it.
One would probably think Sasha has heard comments of disbelief on his magical items from many people, and this would be true. He would not fight with Leran about them even though he could easily prove his point, seeing as how he was currently surrounded by imps. Besides, he knew Leran's own imp would teach him well enough. He may be kind of…slow, but at least he seemed to be educated in some aspects. “That is fine with me.” Sasha would be grinning now at his “win” if he did not feel so tired. At least he may have a new worker soon…
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Posted: Sat Apr 07, 2007 9:59 pm
"Sorry Miki-chan."
Asta said, shrugging in disappointment.
"Mr. Hansi. I have some questions I need to ask."
He had said in a much calmer tone than with Miki-chan. Hopefully it was enough to get his answer safely.
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Posted: Sat Apr 07, 2007 10:03 pm
"Good, fine, goodbye!" Leran turned to stalk out of the room, brushing passed Hansi and Vega, grumbling the whole time. He stopped short of the door and turned around, "How much do you want me to pay, and how many hours does that mean for me?" He demanded.
Russom clucked his tongue, "He asks for it in hours."
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