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 Posted: Thu Nov 03, 2005 9:32 pm
Clearly not. *Mell smirks, shifting her position to sit, leaning back on her hands* Never seen Westerners before, have you?
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Posted: Thu Nov 03, 2005 9:36 pm
West? You are from the Middle Kingdom?
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Posted: Thu Nov 03, 2005 9:41 pm
Oh, further west than that, dear.
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Posted: Thu Nov 03, 2005 9:48 pm
*Hajime nods*
Good. You do not resemble those from the Middle Kingdom. This humble person thought perhaps you were their slave.
This humble person knows not of your lands, but they must be far west indeed.
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Posted: Thu Nov 03, 2005 9:52 pm
*Mell laughs again* First an angel, then a slave . . . I must be making quite an impression.
Well, Mistress Humility, I am indeed a great distance west of you, and I suspect, a distance of quite some years as well.
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Posted: Thu Nov 03, 2005 10:03 pm
*Hajime shrugs*
Where you come from and when is of little concern to this humble person. She wishes only to drink her tea while she waits.
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Posted: Thu Nov 03, 2005 10:14 pm
*Mell raises both brows at that* Why my dear girl, is that a dismissal? *she grins broadly* And here I was trying to be amiable . . .
*she hops to her feet in one smooth motion and rests her hand on the hilt of her own sword, smirking down at her* But if you'd rather not . .. *her smirk fades, however, when she sees that the rest of her is too*
Oh, blast, always spoiling my fun! *she manages to grumble out before vanishing*
**Exit Melliandra**
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Posted: Thu Nov 03, 2005 10:17 pm
*Hajime watches Melliandra disappear. Quietly, she goes back to her tea before fading out herself*
** Exit Hajime **
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Posted: Fri Nov 04, 2005 12:36 pm
::Sato fades into the brink, and stands, sulking. After a second, she kicks the nearest chair to her as hard as she can, sending it tumbling into the bar with a loud THUNK::
s**t! Those ******** bastards!
::Sato drops to the floor, sitting crosslegged and begins to mope::
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Posted: Fri Nov 04, 2005 1:05 pm
**Enter Melliandra**
*Mell fades into being, in the form of a gargoyle this time, crouched down and growling menacingly. Her wings give a useless little flap as the Brink's usual effect kicks in, then dissolve entirely as she returns to her natural state. She takes the change in stride, rising to her feet and stretching her arms up over her head* Ahhh, another adventure interrupted ...
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Posted: Fri Nov 04, 2005 1:08 pm
::Sato cocks her head back and sideways to see who it is::
Oh. Its you.
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Posted: Fri Nov 04, 2005 1:13 pm
*Mell glances over with a smirk* It is indeed. *she strides past her toward the bar* And how is that revolution of yours coming, dear girl?
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Posted: Fri Nov 04, 2005 1:16 pm
::Sato kicked over another chair halfheartedly::
I've been ******** grounded. Bastards took my flight status, pending investigation.
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Posted: Fri Nov 04, 2005 1:23 pm
*Mell merely lifts an eyebrow at Sato taking her aggression out on the furniture* Got your wings clipped, did you? *She tsks, patronizing* Poor thing.
*She ducks down to rummage around behind the counter*
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Posted: Fri Nov 04, 2005 1:28 pm
::Sato mumbles under her breath::
I still can't believe the Brigadier General went along with it. That senile b*****d...
:Sato speaks up again::
Well, those ******** have another thing coming to them if they think this s**t'll stop me.
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