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 Posted: Fri May 07, 2010 5:58 pm
At Owen's knock, the oak doors to the mansion opened. Standing in the entry way with a kindly smile on his face was a tall woman, who's white hair formed quite a contrast to her dark skin. "Ah, you must be the young man that Charles said might be knocking on the front door," Storm said, still smiling. "He also said that you might be looking for something to eat. If you'll come with me, I'll take you to the kitchen," she said, stepping to the side and motioning for him to come inside.
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"I see. Anything particular noteworthy standing out?" Abraham asked, taking a bit of his own meal. The special that day happened to be pasta, and Abe had gone for as large a helping as he could manage. Thanks to the more intense training sessions since the late-night break-in the previous week, his appetite had doubled thanks to the extra strain.
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Posted: Fri May 07, 2010 11:33 pm
Rogue shrugged and shook her head. "Nah, not really. They all start to sound the same after a while, and I'm kinda tired of reading them at this point. We've been doin' 'em for a week now, and I'm ready to move on to Macbeth." She shoved a lock of white hair behind her ear, and went back to finishing the last half of her sandwich.
((so short... sweatdrop sorry.))
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Posted: Sat May 08, 2010 11:24 am
The woman who came to the door greeted the dirty, scraggly boy in what Owen deemed to be such a formal fashion that he actually glanced behind him to make sure someone more worthy of the greeting had not arrived just behind him. When he turned his head back around, he seemed to feel himself shrink before the woman's gaze. She was tall, really tall by his own standards, and despite her smile he could feel something.....a sort of commanding presence about her.
Weaver apparently felt something too. He felt tiny legs p***k at his scalp and a hurried rush of words that he had to focus on a little to make out. Careful! Beware! Something wrong! I sense something different about this house, that.....human? Owen heard the question in the last bit and wondered about it. The woman seemed ordinary enough to him, though he did think it odd that she would just invite him in without even asking him to so much as wipe his feet, which wouldn't make him any less scruffy anyway.
He hesitantly followed her inside, looking around in muted wonder at how elaborately decorated the place was. It seemed like a palace, with all of the beautiful carvings and pieces. He couldn't help but think that if he did aim to take something from here, it would take him days just to decide what to take. Trying to remember that the man who could read minds was probably still doing so, he sought to banish such thoughts from his mind and focused more on looking around, noting doors and openings that he might dash through should things still choose to go horribly wrong.
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