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 Posted: Sun Feb 08, 2009 3:35 pm
Tolly shrugged and brought the pot back inside; "Well never heard of a tempermental pump, but perhaps your right about that. However, i have lunch upstairs if your wishing to stay for a bite." Tolly set the pot back on the stove.
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Posted: Sun Feb 08, 2009 3:53 pm
 Ailes searched through the fridge and soon found what she was looking for. she filled the glass half full and added six drops of the fluid from the vial, "Let's see if this works." She grabbed a spoon and mixed it up then threw the spoon in the sink on the way upstairs. Ailes entered her mother's room and set the glass on the nightstand. "Alright mom, let's sit up now."she struggled to get her mom sitting up right, but when she did she waved the fumes under her mom's nose. Ive's eyes snapped open and she looked at Ailes. Ailes smiled and handed the drink to her, "Drink this, you'll get rid of your headache. Ive's head began pulsing in ways she never knew it could, so the pain motivated her to drink the vile smelling concoction. Ive slid her feet out of bed and stood up, "Nasty stuff..." she groaned. Ailes patted her back, "Well, since you're up i should probably go meet Toole back at the inn, alright?" Ive nodded and hugged her daughter, "Have fun dear..." Ailes walked passed Toleranth on the way out the door and waved, "Bye, I'm off to the inn... Mom's up."
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Posted: Sun Feb 08, 2009 6:04 pm
"umm....ok...er thanks." Tolly walked into Ive's room. "I have lunch if your interested, I couldn't find a tray big enough to hold it all so i set it about your room. There is pot roast and vegetables on the dresser, tea is on the nightstand beside you, ummmm oh yeah apple pie and cherry pie on the window sill, macaroni salad and potato salad on the hope chest. I made a loaf of onion bread as well, but....ah there it is the tea pot was hiding it on the nightstand."
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Jezabelle and Akira were eating away at the bar, and Toole was off in the corner booth working on the sheath.
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Posted: Mon Feb 09, 2009 5:02 pm
Ive smiled and fixed a small plate, "I don't feel like i can eat too much, because i still feel like s**t... Sorry. But thank you so much for cooking." she walked around and took a small portion of everything, then sat back on the bed, "I take it you've already eaten?" she asked before stuffing a fork full of food in her mouth.
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Posted: Mon Feb 09, 2009 6:32 pm
"You done so much for others, its time someone does a little in return, and i would have watered the garden. However, the pump is being temperamental and won't prime or pump water. I'll draw water for a bath as well so you can soak and relax as well, but hopefully everything still tastes okay. I was going to start on my second plate when Ailes dropped by to wake you up." Tolly picked up his plate and sat down to begin eating again.
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Posted: Mon Feb 09, 2009 6:53 pm
Ailes threw open the door of the inn, huffing from the jog, "Sorry... i'm late..." she shuffled into the inn and collapsed into a chair at the bar, "I would have made it, but i was lured in by a store full of bangles! They were so beautiful, and cheap too! I had to stop." Onora set a glass in front of Ailes and she drank the whole glass in one gulp, "Thanks Onora." Glancing around the bar, she noticed Toole in the corner booth. He must be working on the sheath for my dagger, she thought, I'll leave him be. I need to catch my breath anyways.
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Posted: Tue Feb 10, 2009 6:47 pm
"Bangles?" Jezabelle's ears turned back forward and Akira looked over to see what Jezabelle was talking about. "What about bangles, Jezabelle?" Jezabelle shrugged looking down at Akira; "Nothing, don't even know what they are, but are you done?" Akira nodded sliding the empty plate forward; "We going back to your place?" Jezabelle nodded; "Yes, we have quite the backlog of things to do, because I start schooling soon."
Jezabelle looked up at Ian on the bar. "So how did you like the pancake?"
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Posted: Tue Feb 10, 2009 9:53 pm
Ailes went through her large woven handbag full of bangles and panda, and accessorized to her hearts content. Ian laid on his back with a bulge for a belly and a dizzy look on his face, "I think i ate too much... But the pancakes were amazing.... Would you carry me?" he rolled to the front and staggered to his feet, "Oh Goodness... i think i should wait a few years before i take another attempt at eating pancakes... They expand in your stomach, Don't they?" he grumbled as he shuffled over to Jezabelle.
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Posted: Tue Feb 10, 2009 10:26 pm
"They do a little bit, and you know I would carry you." Jezabelle used both hands as she slid off the stool. Akira hopped down from hers; "Can I fly us home?" Jezabelle shook her head; "No Akira, unlike you, we don't have ironclad stomachs to withstand the playfulness you would through us through. I tell you what though, we finish the downstairs today, i go flying with you tomorrow afternoon to your hearts content." Akira smiled; "Deal, now lets get moving were wasting time." Jezabelle shook her head at the sudden change in Akira. They headed out the door, and made their way to the gateway.
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Posted: Tue Feb 10, 2009 10:34 pm
Ailes watched the trio leave with a smile spreading across her face. Onora snuck over and nudged her, "They're cute aren't they..." Ailes nodded and leaned in to whisper to Onora, "I'm going to begin shopping, but i don't want to ruin the surprise of what Toole's working on, so i'm not going to bother him. could you tell him..." "yeah i can... Have fun and don't spend it all on bangles! you're just as bad as your mother." She grinned and sprinted out the door. Onora shook her head and returned to the kitchen, sending one of the employees out to tend the bar.
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Posted: Tue Feb 10, 2009 11:07 pm
Toole smiled watching Ailes go, and got up he went to the bar. He waited his turn, but placed his order; "I need a cup of grape juice in a bowl, one cup apple juice in a glass for myself, and a table spoon of cooking grease. You can bring it out to the table when ready." Toole walked back and sat down to continue laying out the pieces for assembly one the certain pieces were dyed from the grape juice.
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Posted: Wed Feb 11, 2009 9:31 am
The waiter came out with the required items, and placed them on the table by Toole, "Would you like anything else today sir?"
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Posted: Wed Feb 11, 2009 9:44 am
Toole took three small pieces of leather and immediately set them to soaking in the bowl. "I'm okay now, thanks, but where did my lovely bride run off to?"
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Posted: Thu Feb 12, 2009 9:17 pm
the waiter shrugged and returned to the kitchen to ask Onora. She ran out to the bar and shouted, "She didn't want to ruin the surprise of the sheath you were making, so she just continued her shopping in the company of Panda." Onora then returned to the kitchen and continued cooking.
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Faithofthefallen Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Feb 12, 2009 10:16 pm
A faint yawn escaped from the rosy lips of the blonde woman and she lifted her body with her elbows into an upright position. Her pale, almost white, blonde hair glistened with sweat and fell in loose curls between her shoulder blades. She ran milky white fingers through the blonde waves and tugged on a slick lock both out of habit and annoyance. She had a rather perplexed look on her cherubic face. Her crystal blue eyes were hooded by long, dramatically feminine lashes. A look of sadness and remembrance mixed with her fatigue. If Tsuki were to see her at this moment, she would have thought that the vampire was recovering from some sort of hangover. Tsuki would have probably been right. Her red jacket was still draped around her shoulders, open to reveal her wrinkled beige blouse. Absently, her hand flew to her now bare neck. She blinked for a moment, frozen and shocked. There was nothing abnormal about her neck, as someone might have thought by the twisted expression on her face, no scars, or welts, or, god forbid, blood. It was what her neck lacked that sent her spiraling into a panic.
"Where is it? Where is it?" she repeated frantically as if it would help her find what she had lost.
She scanned the bed with wide eyes, searching every corner of her crisp blue sheets with her hands. Her breath became rapid and shallow as she tossed the sheets aside and jumped off the bed. She crawled on the floor, unaware or unconcerned that she looked like a fool. The slender woman slipped under the bed, muttering to herself darkly. Finally, she lost her temper. She shouted curses in Latin and flipped over the bed, wooden frame and all. Apparently, the loud thud it created attracted others. They peered through her door, which she realized was open, and whispered among themselves. They were a bit anxious and unwilling to confront an angry Seyla. They all knew what she was capable of. After a moment, a young male vampire stepped forward hesitantly carrying something in his palm.
"S-Seyla?" he stuttered,"I found this in the hallway outside your door. Is it yours?"
Seyla looked down at what the charcoal eyed boy held out to her. Her eye slightly twitched as she laughed, both relieved and astonished. The boy was holding the exact thing Seyla had been looking for: A brown leather necklace, from which hung a startlingly silver gothic cross. She lifted the necklace out of the boy's hand and examined it. She must have dropped it, she realized, as she came in last night. She had gotten into a brawl of sorts and went to bed fairly tired.
"Thank you," she said, smiling at the boy then turned to the small crowd forming at the door, "Okay people, shows over. Move on."
They did as they were told and left Seyla to straighten up her mess and get cleaned up. She emerged from the room in her regular attire, Red Jacket and beige blouse, a dark brown tie with a skull clip, black combat boots, and black knee high lace stockings. She smiled apologetically at the small group that still stood around in the halls and swept her hair from her face into a loose ponytail. Things proceeded normally after that. Others nodded as she passed then in the halls and some even stopped to say hello. Most faces were friendly, though none truly seemed happy to see her. Oh, how she missed Asmodeus.... Drifting out of her thoughts, she found herself in the main room of the tavern. She sat down on the barstool and asked for a drink. When thinking about Asmodeus, she never paid attention to where she was going, not consciously at least. She had taken to drinking herself into oblivion lately, not an easy feat as it takes much more to put a vampire under the table than your average person. She would need to feed tonight, she decided, all beer and no blood was definitely not good for a growing vampire.
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