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                     Posted: Sun Aug 07, 2005 5:19 pm
		     
             
             
             
                    
                        
                            
                                                                    
        
        
        
			            ( For Rynn & Tera only.  Thanks. )
  Ian flew to the house, smirking to himself, In his hand was a small sheet of paper. A not to his son...one he hadn't met yet. He couldn't wait.    He reached the house, knocking on the door. He was sure Maq would be surprised at his new look. Hell, he had to tear himself way from the mirror to write. He twisted his braid around his hand as he waited on an answer. Surely someone was home.
  ( Points 62 total - 32 Rynn, 30 Tera )         
        
        
		        
		         
     
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                     Posted: Sun Aug 07, 2005 5:20 pm
		     
             
             
             
                    
                        
                            
                                                                    
        
        
        
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                     Posted: Sun Aug 07, 2005 5:22 pm
		     
             
             
             
                    
                        
                            
                                                                    
        
        
        
			            Ian flew inside, settling down on the table with the talking fountain. "I'll wait right here," he said, admiring the fountain. He wondered what was going on. The house felt odd. Not loving, happy.         
        
        
		        
		         
     
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                     Posted: Sun Aug 07, 2005 5:23 pm
		     
             
             
             
                    
                        
                            
                                                                    
        
        
        
			            Rith gave Ian a distracted nod before disappearing into the room at the end of the hall, the kitchen, if Ian recalled correctly.  Shortly thereafter the expected red Feien flew out, heading down the hall where Ian waited.
  When he was within adequate viewing range, Maq drew up short, making an over-exaggerated double-take in mid-air.  "******** me!" he exclaimed, laughing.  "Blue Eyes wasn't kidding when she said you'd updated your look, eh?"         
        
        
		        
		         
     
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                     Posted: Sun Aug 07, 2005 5:24 pm
		     
             
             
             
                    
                        
                            
                                                                    
        
        
        
			            Ian smirked at the heat feien. "Nope. I merged with Cel's stone. Now he really is a part of me." He turned so Maq could see all of his new look. "Like it? I love it."    He glanced down at his hand. "Oh...letter for my son." He held it out.         
        
        
		        
		         
     
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                     Posted: Sun Aug 07, 2005 5:24 pm
		     
             
             
             
                    
                        
                            
                                                                    
        
        
        
			            "I'd probably be able to tell you better if I were a chick," Maq drawled, broad crooked grin spreading across the lower half of his face.  "But I can honestly say that you don't look like s**t."
  He was almost chuckling at the way Ian was preening when the merged Feien stuck out the sheet of paper.  "Your son?"  Blinking, he reached out to take the letter, before sudden realization dawned.  "Oh, you mean Bert!  You guys are writing each other, then?"         
        
        
		        
		         
     
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                     Posted: Sun Aug 07, 2005 5:26 pm
		     
             
             
             
                    
                        
                            
                                                                    
        
        
        
			            Ian laughed. "Yeah, Aria mentioned that." He had wondered himself what he'd end up looking like, but he was glad he ended up like he did. He was kinda afraid he'd look just weird.    "Yeah, Bert said it wasn't good to meet at his house. He is more than welcome to come to ours." He glanced around. He was still getting the feeling something was way off. "What's going down here? It's not like I remember. It's so...quiet. The love is there, I feel it, but so...off."         
        
        
		        
		         
     
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                     Posted: Sun Aug 07, 2005 5:26 pm
		     
             
             
             
                    
                        
                            
                                                                    
        
        
        
			            Once again, conversation had turned to the state of the House.  It was something that Maq tried not to think too hard about, since all it ever led to was him getting upset.  He rolled the paper absentmindedly into a tight tube as he tried to put together the words that would explain what was going on.
  "Well...  Long story short, Ter's not feeling well."  Which was true, since to Maq not feeling anything at all was the same as not feeling well.  He frowned faintly, a touch of worry showing in those bright orange eyes.  "Most of us, the thinking critters, just try to keep the House quiet, so she can get some rest and get better."         
        
        
		        
		         
     
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                     Posted: Sun Aug 07, 2005 5:27 pm
		     
             
             
             
                    
                        
                            
                                                                    
        
        
        
			            Ianios nodded. "I can tell something was off. I hope she feels better." The feien really liked Tera. She reminded him of his own bond. He didn''t want her sick.         
        
        
		        
		         
     
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                     Posted: Sun Aug 07, 2005 5:28 pm
		     
             
             
             
                    
                        
                            
                                                                    
        
        
        
			            "Yeah, me too."  After a moment, Maq shook his frown away, replacing it with his ever-present toothy grin.  "So do tell, Grasshopper.  What's this merged thing feel like?"         
        
        
		        
		         
     
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                     Posted: Sun Aug 07, 2005 5:29 pm
		     
             
             
             
                    
                        
                            
                                                                    
        
        
        
			            Ian smirked. "Grasshopper, eh? Heh." He then frowned. "Painful as hell. Like my insides were being ripped out while I was awake. It hurt, but in the end, it was worth it." He rubbed his chin. "You know, Aria has a gemstone. She might be willing to give it away. I dunno though. Pain isn't her thing."         
        
        
		        
		         
     
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                     Posted: Sun Aug 07, 2005 5:30 pm
		     
             
             
             
                    
                        
                            
                                                                    
        
        
        
			            That surprised Maq; he hadn't remembered Aria having a stone.  And if it were a pain thing putting her off, that might explain why Q hadn't yet merged with her own.  After all, she couldn't possibly be expecting him to take her up on that breeding offer after all this time.
  With a nod, and a playful punch to Ian's left shoulder, Maq winked.  "Worth it?  I'd say.  You don't look like half the stringbean you'd used to."         
        
        
		        
		         
     
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                     Posted: Sun Aug 07, 2005 5:31 pm
		     
             
             
             
                    
                        
                            
                                                                    
        
        
        
			            "Stringbean? I wasn't a stringbean" The words sounded offended, but Ian was grinning.  He punched back playfully. "What were you expecting?"         
        
        
		        
		         
     
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                     Posted: Sun Aug 07, 2005 5:32 pm
		     
             
             
             
                    
                        
                            
                                                                    
        
        
        
			            "Hell if I know.  Aria wasn't exactly interested in talking about you."  Ian's swat had a bit more bite to it, but that was fine.  Maq hadn't exactly been slacking in the off season himself, after all.  Bobbing in the air a bit, he took another swipe, this time at Ian's right shoulder.  "She said something about you preening a hell of a lot, so I might have expected to see a peacock come strutting in the door."         
        
        
		        
		         
     
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                     Posted: Sun Aug 07, 2005 5:33 pm
		     
             
             
             
                    
                        
                            
                                                                    
        
        
        
			            Ian smirks. "I'm not that bad...well, I mean, I was amazed at first..." He blushed. He hadn't planned on revealing this. "I had to stare. I loved Cel so much, and boom, half look like him."         
        
        
		        
		         
     
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