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 Posted: Tue Jul 18, 2006 11:21 pm
"I could make a tragic love story," The ghost murmured, as if she had heard Malady, "But Loki threatened to exorcise me last time I did that." She grinned at Loki's scowl, dancing in the air. "What kind of story would you like?"
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Posted: Sat Jul 22, 2006 9:43 am
"Well, why not a tragic love story?" Paestri smiled as she scanned the room for a place to sit down. "Will it have someone dying in it?" she added with curious eyes.
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Posted: Thu Aug 03, 2006 4:05 pm
"Yes, and... I suppose I could." The ghost twirled again, and sat down on the floor, suddenly seeming very haunted, and very serious.
Leaning back in the beanbag chair, Loki grumped, crossing his arms and looking away.
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Posted: Wed Aug 23, 2006 8:21 am
((Want to wrap up the rp?))
The Legend listened intently to the ghost, her icing-pink eyes wide in delight. She laughed when appropriate but kept silent at the portions of tragedy, of death. There did not seem to be any traces of sadness or longing in her eyes. She took in everything without shedding so much as a tear.
The same could not be said about Malady. It was wailing, moaning, sobbing in agony. And despite the numerous times Paestri told it to quiet down, it wouldn't cease its blubbering.
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