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 Posted: Wed Jul 30, 2008 5:49 pm
Caleb walked over to his desk and took out cloth bandages and rubbing alcohol. He placed them on her desk and walked back to the lab.
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Posted: Wed Jul 30, 2008 5:59 pm
Moé stood up, and then picked up the bandages and rubbing alcohol. She placed the alcohol on his desk, and then took out a cold compress from a hammerspace.
She walked over to Caleb, and, although her attempts to do so would break his concentration, she placed the compress on one of his hands.
She then wrapped the fingertips in cloth bandages.
"I'm sorry. Your fingers had first-degree burns, and I couldn't help myself. Be sure to use this cold compress to help the healing of them."
She put her hands on her hips.
"Not treating burns can lead to infections, and that'll make your condition worse! And this is unrelated to your rotting, so you can't kill me, neh-neh-neh-neh-neh-neh!"
She stuck her tongue out at him, smiled, and then walked back to her seat.
[[EDIT: The burns are from yesterday, form the experiment when Mahi was there. Moé pays close attention to these things, apparently...]]
[[EDITEDIT: And she took out the compress form a hammerspace, not his desk. She's not that rude.]]
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Posted: Wed Jul 30, 2008 6:16 pm
Caleb became a little startled when he felt the cold bag on his hand. "...If I must." He let his right hand rest as the compress lay on his hand.
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Posted: Wed Jul 30, 2008 6:22 pm
Moé went up and hugged him from behind.
"I'm just looking out for your health is all. Get back to finding that cure, I want you to find it as much as you do."
[[Now he's bruised from both sides!]]
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Posted: Wed Jul 30, 2008 6:46 pm
Caleb froze when she hugged him. "Then, please let me work in peace."
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Posted: Wed Jul 30, 2008 6:52 pm
Moé nodded.
"I'll go to sleep again, then. Wake me up when we have to go home."
She went back to her desk and slept.
[[s**t. I can't reply until it's 9PM XD Ah well, there's always minor timeskip.]]
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Posted: Wed Jul 30, 2008 8:10 pm
[[Well, I'm going off for the night. Night!]]
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Posted: Thu Jul 31, 2008 8:34 am
Caleb went back to his work. Creating some sort of vile smelling potion that stung the nose and eyes. Quickly pouring it into a old glass bottle, he held it up looking though it to see if their were any impurities embedded into the golden potion. His pale hands put a stopper into the bottle and let it fall into his robes again. He walked back to his desk and withdrew the potion, creating a paper slip to go over the bottle, written on it was test number 357. It fell back into his robes as he walked back over to Moé. "Awaken."
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Posted: Thu Jul 31, 2008 8:36 am
Moé snorted.
"...Humbert would'nt've been successful anyways..."
She woke up.
"Huh?"
She raised her hand.
"I can create a portal if you give me the address."
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Posted: Thu Jul 31, 2008 8:59 am
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Posted: Thu Jul 31, 2008 9:05 am
((Sorry, I am watching a Let's Play of Sweet Home.))
"45 moneor ave." Caleb replied.
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Posted: Thu Jul 31, 2008 9:10 am
[[It's okay ^_^]]
Moé opened a portal, and stood behind him to follow him.
She paused.
"Oh!"
Moé went to the switch and turned off the light in the classroom. She checked that the door was locked, and then went to her former location behind him.
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Posted: Thu Jul 31, 2008 9:17 am
Caleb walked into the portal, feeling the sensation of having the molecules being ripped apart and then rearranged once again.
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Posted: Thu Jul 31, 2008 9:20 am
Moé followed him into the portal, and then closed the portal behind them.
"Oooh! You have a pretty home."
She paused.
"How do you afford it on a teacher's salary!?"
She blinked and nodded.
"Oh, right, four-century-long investments, interest rates."
[[Moé's perception of worth is... different, as you'll see.]]
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Posted: Thu Jul 31, 2008 9:26 am
Caleb walked to the front door. A skellton key came to his right hand as he inserted the key and twisted it, a soft click was heard and he opened the door and went inside.
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