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 Posted: Thu May 05, 2005 9:44 pm
*Bard shrugs* Just having a--
*he turns with a start as he hears Janani fall to the floor*
Err... hello again? You seem to have a habit of falling a lot.
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Posted: Thu May 05, 2005 9:47 pm
*Luke leans lazily against the bar.*
Y'alright there, crash?
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Posted: Thu May 05, 2005 9:51 pm
Hi-eh!
Janani only perks her head up, slightly. She doesn't bother getting up, just yet. Instead, she rests her right arm behind her head and pets her Cat Plushie with her left hand. She smiles as she srugs her shoulder. She hadn't hurt herself.
I'm fine! This Brink-place just seems to like plucking me when I'm having some fun ^_^
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Posted: Thu May 05, 2005 9:53 pm
*Bard sips his brandy and mutters* glad someone's having fun at least....
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Posted: Thu May 05, 2005 10:02 pm
*Luke sends a tiny smirk to Bard as he says that.*
*Aside from being ******** tired, Luke's doing pretty well. He can even attempt to be civil.* What were you doing when it brought you in here?
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Posted: Thu May 05, 2005 10:06 pm
Janani looks at Luke, unsure of whom the question was directed towards. Tilting her head, she forces herself to her feet, droplets of water shaking free from her clothing. She holds WhiteRose close to her chest and walks towards the bar.
I was just taking a swim...
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Posted: Thu May 05, 2005 10:08 pm
*Bard must admit, an eight foot angel is quite a site. He takes a sip of brandy*
I don't believe I caught your name when last we met.
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Posted: Thu May 05, 2005 10:09 pm
*Luke drinks the Gatorade, remembering the run-in with the chain-link fence not too long back.* *snorts* Yeah... This place sorta lacks the deceny as to when to suck you in here.
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Posted: Thu May 05, 2005 10:12 pm
Oh!
Janani doesn't mean to be rude, but she does find herself forgetting her manners far to often. Thinking for a moment, she doesn't recall knowing the gentleman's name, either. She knows Luke, however. She holds her hand out to Bard as she closes the final stride to the bar, to shake his hand. All the while, Janani's wings strech up ever so much as to allow them to barely peek over her shoulders. She may not have much of a wingspan, but she still does have wings.
I'm Janani Waystar Lunaris, Keeper of the Globe!
Smiling widely, Janani awaits Bard's reply and introduction.
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Posted: Thu May 05, 2005 10:16 pm
*Bard shakes Janani's hand*
Bard K. Awenson.. err... romance novelist. Pleasure to meet you.
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Posted: Thu May 05, 2005 10:18 pm
*Luke flinches and shoots Bard a glance.*
*He's starting to grin.*
...Romance novelist.
Ha ha. *warily* What? You're joking, right?
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Posted: Thu May 05, 2005 10:21 pm
Janani is confused. What is a...romance novelist? Of course..."Keeper of the Globe" isn't too helpful to humans. They wouldn't know that the essence of Terra is kept in a crystaline globe watched over by Celestial Shards. She won't tell them that, though. It's for their own good. Shaking her head of those thoughts, Janani looks between Luke and Bard.
If that is...what he does...what shame is there in that?
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Posted: Thu May 05, 2005 10:22 pm
*Bard sighs, reaches into his pocket and produces a crinkly paperback. The cover reads The Tudor Rose by Carol Ann Hastings, in big swirly letters. He hands it to Luke*
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Posted: Thu May 05, 2005 10:27 pm
*Luke grabs it, he's grinning ear to ear... 'til he sees it. His grin lessens a little. He blinks, double-time, and leaves through the book. His sister has this book. Aimee Whittaker has this book.*
*He looks up at Bard.* Bullshit.
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Posted: Thu May 05, 2005 10:29 pm
Janani cringes as Luke speaks one, simple word, or so it would seem. She looks at the book, in shambles, that Bard pulls out of a coat pocket. Is that what a romance novelist does? Does Bard create artwork in writen form?
Oh! You're an artist!
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