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 Posted: Wed Apr 20, 2005 8:33 pm
:::She restrains a sigh:::
Very well. Thank you, Malazar. I will hold it dear to me for as long as I can.
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Posted: Wed Apr 20, 2005 8:34 pm
"Thank you..."
He fades away, tears finally leaking from his one good eye as he goes.
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Posted: Wed Apr 20, 2005 8:43 pm
:::She looks at the little contraption for a moment, as it hangs from its silver chain. It would be added to the collection of gifts in her room now. So she grabbed another glass of water before leaving.
Then she turned around, and headed back to her room:::
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Posted: Wed Apr 20, 2005 9:21 pm
Tac slowly faded into the Brink, bright orange hair covering his face as the weapon in his outstretched hand clicked once. In a swift motion that ruffled his black trenchcoat he holstered Cari and snapped the brace shut to keep her in place. The very tips of his horns protruded through his hair and the strands were draped in and around a pair of tinted orange shades. Standing in the darkness he only seemed to be further consumed by it in his all black clothing, nothing more than glints of orange and a police badge on a field of black.
He took a deep breath as he felt the familiar air of the Brink surround him, closing his eyes as he inhaled and smiling slightly as he slowly exhaled. He wasmore than just overjoyed he had returned to the Brink, having not been in so long, and his rather short visits recently weren't exactly the most relaxing. Faeries, gun toting psychos, and such. He got himself a Diet Squirt and plopped down in a seat at a table far out of the way, near the door. He set his feet up on the table and took a swig of his Diet Squirt.
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Posted: Wed Apr 20, 2005 9:37 pm
Tac had downed about one half of his Diet Squirt when the silence got rather boring, and for it to take that long for him was rather amazing. He looked around the bar, noting that the diet coke can that had been on the bar wasn't there anymore, but little else seemed to have changed. He smirked, "Well...at least everything seems to be like I left it before...yeah..." He took another drink of his squirt and shuddered slightly, in his reminiscing it had gotten warm. Warm squirt was not something he was fond of, stale doughnuts yes, warm soda, no.
He stood, leaving the diet squirt behind on the table as he moved over to the key rack to grab his key. It had been a while, and he couldn't remember which key was his. He scanned them all, pulling up small memories with most of the ones he had met. He chuckled slightly as glanced at Luke's key, he was a good kid, but seemed a bit too tempermental for him, but it had been a while and he might not be remembering correctly. He had looked at all the keys and at last came to his own, reading the number carefully, but he stopped for a moment. He hadn't seen Cora's. He glanced up towards the rooms and took off in a run.
~Exit Tac to Guest Rooms~
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Posted: Thu Apr 21, 2005 2:42 pm
**Enter Maggie**
*Maggie fades in, focused on mending a worn spot in the elbow of one of Will's shirts, humming softly.*
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WhimsicalCow Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Apr 21, 2005 2:50 pm
** Enter Bard **
*Bard appears, a white bowl and a yellow dishrag in his hands. He stops drying as he realizes he's in the brink. Turning, he notices Maggie, busy mending Will's clothes. Quietly, he takes a step toward the door, hoping she won't notice him*
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Posted: Thu Apr 21, 2005 3:00 pm
*Maggie glances up, though, rising to her feet as she sees him there* Oh, Bard, good day te ye ..
*she smiles at first as she greets him, grateful to see him again, but as she looks at him, something in his expression causes hers to shift to one of concern* Is e'erything . . *she pauses, recalling the last time she saw him, then asks instead* . . . How are ye?
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WhimsicalCow Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Apr 21, 2005 3:06 pm
*Bard stops, turning and smiling at Maggie, but the smile only half touches his lips*
Maggie... I err... fine, thank you. How is Will?
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Posted: Thu Apr 21, 2005 3:13 pm
*Maggie studies his face for a moment before replying, a little hesitently*
He's . . . a wee bit anxious about things at times, yet . . . but he's doing well, I think. Especially now that some time has passed . . .
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WhimsicalCow Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Apr 21, 2005 3:21 pm
*Bard diverts his eyes as Maggie studies his face. He busies himself drying the dish in his hands*
Yes... well... I suppose that's to be expected. He... um... he had quite a scare....
but... I... uh.... I'm sure he'll be fine.
*he flashes her a quick smile again and continues drying his dish*
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Posted: Thu Apr 21, 2005 3:28 pm
Aye ... *Maggie nods slowly, unsure what to make of his behavior. She doesn't want to pry, but she can't shake the worried feeling*
Bard, is . . . *she clutches her sewing, resisting the urge to twist her hands together* Is something the matter . . ?
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WhimsicalCow Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Apr 21, 2005 3:35 pm
Nothing's the matter. *Bard says with a little more edge to his voice than he intends. He softens his tone*
It's really nothing, at all....
Well, my mother... she's getting on a bit in years, you see... and I'm keeping her company for a little while.
But it's nothing to worry yourself over, Miss Dowling. Really.
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Posted: Thu Apr 21, 2005 3:44 pm
*Maggie steps back slightly in surprise. For a moment she just looks at him, hurt and confusion in her eyes, but then she quickly drops her gaze to her hands*
I . . that is . .. *she stumbles awkwardly over her words* . . 'Tis good that ye can be there with her . . .
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Posted: Thu Apr 21, 2005 3:53 pm
Yes... *the dish is totally dry, but he keeps rubbing at it*
And... I should probably... go back and check on her. She might be needing something.
And these dishes... they won't dry themselves, after all.
*he backs away from Maggie*
So.. er.. have a nice day, Mag... Miss Dowling. Good-bye!
*he waves absently with the dishrag, turns and strides quickly to the door. He selects his key, opens the door, and returns to his own time*
** Exit Bard **
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