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 Posted: Sat Mar 08, 2008 11:26 pm
*lets the piano slow to a smooth background melody*
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Posted: Sat Mar 08, 2008 11:26 pm
I have to ask you Mr.Morningstar. What was your interest in me?
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Posted: Sat Mar 08, 2008 11:33 pm
You took on a creature easily three times your size for seemingly no reason at all. It intrigues me.
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Posted: Sat Mar 08, 2008 11:36 pm
Oh Yeah. I think I was just being hard headed. ::Holds her side:: It still hurts.
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Posted: Sat Mar 08, 2008 11:37 pm
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Posted: Sat Mar 08, 2008 11:40 pm
For the audacity of doing it in the first place...
*touches her side and heals the wound. Scar free*
No marks, as if the wound never occured. The first one is free.
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Posted: Sat Mar 08, 2008 11:41 pm
*makes his way into the bistro*What's up folks?
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Posted: Sat Mar 08, 2008 11:41 pm
::puts her arms on his shoulders and touches the back of his head:: And what would it cost for another time?
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Posted: Sat Mar 08, 2008 11:43 pm
*smiles wickedly*
It would depend on your penache.
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Posted: Sat Mar 08, 2008 11:45 pm
What's an angel doing in here? neutral
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Posted: Sat Mar 08, 2008 11:47 pm
He's no angel..
And I think I'm going to have to pay you back for some of you company tonight, Mr. Morningstar.. ::Kisses him softly on the lips::
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Posted: Sat Mar 08, 2008 11:48 pm
Damian Wayne What's an angel doing in here? neutral
*tosses his used cigar and pulls a fresh one from out of his pocket, sniffing it and cutting a part to light.*
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Posted: Sat Mar 08, 2008 11:49 pm
Well he sure looks like one to me. confused
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Posted: Sat Mar 08, 2008 11:50 pm
Victor Creed Damian Wayne What's an angel doing in here? neutral
*tosses his used cigar and pulls a fresh one from out of his pocket, sniffing it and cutting a part to light.*
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Posted: Sat Mar 08, 2008 11:50 pm
*tips her head back gentley*
Demons, mortals, gods, never capes before though.
*kisses slowly*
Another night perhaps. I take my leave here.
*raises his glass*
To a memorable evening. And another yet to come.
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