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Posted: Tue Mar 08, 2005 11:55 pm
*Nana's smile brodens a little*
^__^
I'm sure Thanatos would love to see them enjoying their childhoods to their fullest. However, you did say he was leaving for a little while, until everything was ready for his creation to be put into place?
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Posted: Tue Mar 08, 2005 11:57 pm
I believe he left earlier this night to start back to the dojo. If we can not find the toy instrument in the citadel, we merely have to wait a few days for Thanatos to return. The barrier will be ready by weeks end, so Thanatos will not be gone too long.
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Posted: Wed Mar 09, 2005 12:05 am
^^;
It may be a long few days.
*Eecheb was sitting down again, the strange musical device would need his brand of testing aswell. Micha was trying to ignore the slapping of piano keys for now, though it wasn't easy*
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Posted: Wed Mar 09, 2005 12:09 am
*He nods* perhaps.... Hopefully she will find something else to occupy herself for that time.....
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Posted: Wed Mar 09, 2005 12:12 am
^^;
Maybe.
*Trilla tries a two handed piano key slap... several times in a row*
Trilla: whee heart
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Posted: Wed Mar 09, 2005 12:15 am
*Mastema manages to block out most of the sound, since sooner or later Trilla would get bored. More than likely, he would have to find something else to draw her attention away from the piano*
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Posted: Wed Mar 09, 2005 12:19 am
*Unless moved away from the piano, it looked like Trilla might be at it for quite a while yet*
Trilla: whee
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Posted: Wed Mar 09, 2005 12:21 am
*Mastema patted Trilla lightly on the head, hoping that she would grab that instead, but he knew she was probably too absorbed in the noise she was creating*
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Posted: Wed Mar 09, 2005 12:24 am
*Mastema should have felt lucky that the tiny girl also had but tiny reach, so he would only have to suffer a small scale of torture, instead of all the sales of pain*
Trilla: whee
Micha: ...
Eecheb: >_>
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Posted: Wed Mar 09, 2005 12:28 am
Now now... you can play on the instrument again later. For now it is time to put it away. *He was talking to Trilla, but more so to himself. He slowly lifts the girl back into his arm and carefully moves her away from the piano keys*
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Posted: Wed Mar 09, 2005 12:33 am
*Trilla's eyes were still fixed on the piano keys when she was lifted away. She even tries to swat at them again before she'd obviously too far away to hit them. It would bring a relief to Micha's ears for certain. What Eecheb thought about all it? Well he wanted a crack at the thing too since it seemed to be so fun*
Trilla: .__. !
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Posted: Wed Mar 09, 2005 12:37 am
*He chuckles a little and pats the girl on the head. Walking over to the bed, he gently sets the child down on the bed to do what she wanted* Hmm.... I wonder if she will learn to play it properly someday. *He grinned a little* somehow I doubt she will be patient enough...
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Posted: Wed Mar 09, 2005 12:42 am
^^
One can never know, I suppose time will tell us that story. Perhaps one of the others will take an interest instead.
*Trilla looks up when patted, the tiny red flecks in her eyes were a little larger or more abundant for now*
Trilla: o__o
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Posted: Wed Mar 09, 2005 12:50 am
Indeed. *He looks back down to Trilla, grinning slightly. After that, he turns back to the cribs and looks down at Micha and Eecheeb, watching them both*
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Posted: Wed Mar 09, 2005 5:42 pm
*Mastema had actually done something smart when he took Trilla away from the piano. Not just saving his ears, but giving Trilla a reason to stand. If Trilla could stand up she'd be just that much closer to the piano keys to make sound again, and if she could walk there instead of crawl, then she could get there faster too. So Mastema had actually done something to aid in the child's development without even knowing. For now Trilla wanders about the huge bed*
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