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 Posted: Mon Jul 28, 2008 10:57 pm
"I do work." Caleb said. "You must know that I still am looking for a suitible cure."
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Posted: Mon Jul 28, 2008 11:01 pm
Moé flinched.
"Oh, yes, yes, I'm sorry. I do apologize..."
She paused.
"...so what should I do?"
[[random, but tomorrow I'm going to a sleepover party at about 3 or 4PM [my timezone].]]
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Posted: Mon Jul 28, 2008 11:04 pm
"Study, roam the grounds." Caleb picked back up his quill and made corrections in the note book. "Anything that will not obstuct my personal hours."
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Posted: Mon Jul 28, 2008 11:11 pm
Moé nodded, and then took a nap on her desk, using her arms as a cushion.
[[g2g to sleep now, buh-bye! :3]]
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Posted: Mon Jul 28, 2008 11:21 pm
Caleb began his work, writing furiously onto the notebook. He picked up a heavy tome and began to flip though it, looking for anything to add to the small book. The occasional correction had to be done, but it would completely muddle everything if he didn't.
((Good night.))
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Posted: Tue Jul 29, 2008 8:44 am
Moé made sure not to murmur in her sleep, and to not disturb him. He was being wonderfully nice to her, and it'd be immeasurably rude to disrupt his work. Also, she wanted him to find the cure almost as much as he did, and she wasn't allowed to help him in any way whatsoever besides being quiet.
[[I'm leaving for a sleepover party in about 4 hours :B, like I said before.]]
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Posted: Tue Jul 29, 2008 12:40 pm
[[see you all tomorrow! bye!]]
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Posted: Wed Jul 30, 2008 8:04 am
The only sound that came from Caleb was the sound of a quill being dragged over paper. He sighed and looked over to the sleeping Moé.
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Posted: Wed Jul 30, 2008 11:35 am
Moé was startled by the sigh, and looked upwards from her arms. She caught Caleb looking at her, and, red-faced from embarrassment, she dug her head back down into her arms.
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Posted: Wed Jul 30, 2008 3:26 pm
Caleb went back to work, inking the quill every now and then.
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Posted: Wed Jul 30, 2008 3:32 pm
Moé was immediately yanked into a portal beneath her, though she managed to make no noise. She came back about ten minutes later, sweating, trying her best not to pant, and with several deep-looking cuts and slashes up and down her arms, which appeared to be caused by teeth and nails.
She licked her thumb, and then rubbed it on the wound to heal it.
To her immense shock, it did nothing but mix in the blood.
[[Moé forgot that, when blood comes out of one of her wounds, her super-platelets instamatically seal up the wound, resulting in minimal blood loss. The fact that she's bleeding like that should've hinted it to her...]]
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Posted: Wed Jul 30, 2008 4:31 pm
Caleb stood and his heels clicked on the ground as he walked over to the lab. He began mixing various items, creating a golden colored brew. He turned to see Moé missing. He turned back around, minding to himself again. Then, heard very course breathing, it was faint, but he could just barely noticed the sound. He turned and the pair of shears came out of his robe, with it's blades open.
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Posted: Wed Jul 30, 2008 4:36 pm
Moé didn't notice Caleb's reaction, and had produced a towel to mop up her odd Maraschino-cherry-red blood on her arms so that it wouldn't go anywhere.
[[It's from the number, color, and size of the platelets in her blood. Though they aren't working as well as they do usually, as you can tell.]]
She saw Caleb.
"No, no, continue with what you were doing. DON'T--... mind me..."
The towel fibers against her wounds had caused her ails to sting somewhat.
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Posted: Wed Jul 30, 2008 4:46 pm
"And what the burning hells were you doing?" Caleb questioned.
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Posted: Wed Jul 30, 2008 4:56 pm
Moé breathed heavily.
"My... mother came back in a full body cast, and wouldn't give up."
She pointed to a circular wound of small cuts.
"She used her whole mouth here to bite me..."
She pointed to five cuts that were similar in size.
"...and her whole hand to cut me."
She looked somewhat sad.
"My... dad was there. He told her to 'find a way to make Moé bleed'. And... I never thought it'd meant to turn off my healing. It has to be temporary...!"
[[Reynard's[Moé's dad] actually the only one in their family on Moé 's side. He knows what he's doing, hahahahah.]]
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